I was in a hurricane last year. First hurricane experience.

 

I was told roofs could fly off. We were living in a guest house next to a restaurant.

 

There were these massive crashes, when I thought it was all over, I tried to open the bedroom door, it wouldn't work, so I started banging loudly, screaming, I looked over at my cousins and they were fast asleep as if everything was fine. Then there was a huge crash...I thought to myself 'there goes the restaurant' when I managed to get out, there were these guys, walking up mountains casually as everything was ok, abit annoying because I was freaking out, screaming and nothing that bad had happened :?

I was at thailand during the 2004 tsunami. Luckily I wasn't on one of the islands but in bangcock in the 26th floor of the hotel. The hotel kept moving from side to side, was really scary, we where at one of the islands just a day before.

And then,the best one.My house (like Lichef) was hit by lightning.I happened to be showering and erm...Something else ;) .I got an electric shock and my hand was stuck to...erm my stomach :roll: for a few hours.Apparently it just barely missed my heart.So I survived,and mini-me survived.I just had no erm...Sprite for a while.

 

 

 

Sorry but that is just hilarious :lol: but probably freaking scary at the time

 

 

 

The only thing close to death was when I lived in Florida. We had to sit through Hurricane Charlie, Francis, Jeane, and Ivan with a 15 foot palm tree right next to our house swaying back and forth, and if the winds got a little too rough it could have fallen over on the house...but we got lucky, it didn't :

Then there was that time some arsenic exploded in the hot sun...My right arm was hairless and I had to shave the left one to look less like a freak.And then,the best one.My house (like Lichef) was hit by lightning.I happened to be showering and erm...Something else ;) .I got an electric shock and my hand was stuck to...erm my stomach :roll: for a few hours.Apparently it just barely missed my heart.So I survived,and mini-me survived.I just had no erm...Sprite for a while.

 

 

 

That just about has to be the funniest one ever.

 

 

 

Would have been quite a way to go out too.

Nearly choked couple of times, took too much sausage when i was like 8 outside the house with my friend, i almost choke to it but i got it puked in a water can, after that we laughed so much.. :o

 

 

 

Then when eating (SAAAAAUSAAAAGE - the choker food) i didn't chew it much and swallowed, it got stuck in my throat and i was like "oh boy, not again" stayed calm, and puked it. next time it will be whatever situation.

 

 

 

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Once was riding my bike downhill coming back from school, i was at downtown and attempted to dodge the old guy, but he just always jumped infront of me and i was coming high speed, i tried to brake but oh well, he grabbed my bike and said "I won't get overrun by you!" :wall: i almost fell off my bike, it could've been either the bike rack (neck injuries and stuff) or i could fallen under a car that came from behind.... Curse the old guys.

 

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Oh and i was sitting on a chair at my old cottage's pier and it was early spring, Well, i fell to the water from a chair because the chair sucked naturally and almost hit the rocks next to the pier -.-

 

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Then i was playing around in sauna at the old cottage... >-< put a frigging bucket on my head, started coming down the stairs... BOOM hit the sauna stove, imagine if i had no bucket on my head.

 

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Couple times almost hit by car when riding a bike.

 

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There are typos and errors, so bear with me thxbai

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My kitchen caught on fire and i had to jump out of the kitchen with and explosion behind me (Picture it just like in the movies). I have pictures of my burns but they are graphic (Blood etc) so i can show you the day after at the hospital but that is it. If you desperately want to see the other pictures private message me about it, but they are not suitable pictures.

 

 

 

Basically what happened was i was cooking with oil on the stove, i turned it all off and went into my room. I came out five minutes later with the house filling with smoke went into the kitchen and the pot with oil in it was on fire. Panicing i did the worst thing possible i picked it up and placed it under running water, it created an explosion like the one below:

 

 

 

 

 

 

In my kitchen i turned and ran as quick as possible but my right arm was still in the way i fell onto the ground, and got up as the flames passed over me. I quickly ran out into the street (hitting my toe on the pole in the middle of the road breaking it) and screamed for help. We have gas in our house and i was concerned over that. Thankfully there were two lovely gentleman across the road who were ex firefighters they ran in and saved the day. Even getting burns themselves. Whilst they were saving the day i tried to call 000 (Us equivalent of 911) I was told to hang up and wait for someone to call me back. The fire department and Ambulance never came. I have since lost faith in the Queensland Emergency Department. If when i am in a dire situation and need help and i get told to hang up and wait for a call back.

 

 

 

Those two gentle man put out the fire and used some grated potato on my arm to keep it moist. Thanks to them i am alive, i could've died there. My troubles didn't stop there when i got in touch with my grandfather he came and picked me up to take me to the hospital. The hospital staff were incompetent. They asked me what happened i told them, then they asked me what they needed to do to my arm. Do i have a medical degree. They made me stand in a room with my arm under a sink to keep it moist after i told them i needed water. I stood there for an hour in shock freezing my backside off. Then i had four different doctors come in, one said they would be sending me to the Princess Alexandra Hospital, another said just bandage it up and send me home, another said they would put a drip in my leg another came in and put a drip in my arm filled with morphine. So here i was losing consciousness due to the morphine (Mind you i had no pain whatsoever).

 

 

 

They bandaged my arm sent me home and said it would be healed in one week. Well the next day at the PA hospital i was told i'd received third degree burns, my nerves had been burnt and i might even need skin grafting. I spent the next five months in and out of hospital every single day. Getting new bandages, getting checked over. Blisters were getting popped dead skin being pulled off, blood covering the sheets. I will be honest, it was hell and i wouldn't wish that upon anyone at all. I was lucky it was only my arm, i feel very deeply for the people who suffer it all over their body.

 

 

 

It took over a month for me to regain feeling in my arm and that was the worst part ever. I had extremely strong pain killers that did nothing i just had to sit and bear the pain.

 

 

 

To do this day i suffer mentally from what happened. I do not like smoke, fire, ambulances, firefighters, fire alarms.

 

 

 

EDIT: To clarify i did turn off the stove, but we'd reported it numerous times the gas has a habit of turning itself back on -.- But what more can you expect from governmental housing.

 

 

 

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Ouch. I think this was one of the most exciting one's I've read so far. My little accident looks like a slip and fall compared to your's Shaza. I don't trust the cops here also, I'm walking down the street and suddenly this cops stops me and ask's If I am Legal! He said I looked like a running fugitive who sold drugs and narcotics and they took me in their car for a while before I ran. I can't beleive I actually managed to escape. Since then I don't like the Police, I like the Ambulance and Firefighter's but not the cops.

My wind pipe closed on me when I was around 1. Had to rush to the hospital at 3 in the morning. If I was 5 minutes later to the hospital, they would have had to cut open my throat and shove a tube of oxygen down my throat :cry: .

I was a moron at three years old. I tried boxing a dog twice my size for no reason... Well, he bit me hard on the forehead and I started bleeding everywhere. I had to be rushed to the hospital and needed stitches. The scar is still there.

 

 

 

When people ask me how I got it, I tell them it was He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named.

Ah, Zierro, the end of that gave me a chuckle.

 

 

 

I got caught under a riptide once when my dad took me to the beach. I heard the lifeguard had literally jumped from his lifeguard hangout thingy to come rescue me.

 

 

 

I had an asthma attack when I was two. That I can't remember, but I was told it was really bad.

had a similar story to gbpackers31, except my dad saved me. I'm so glad he noticed :ohnoes:

 

 

 

once fell of a slipery dip when I was 2 and apparently hit my head really hard, all I have to remind me is a part of my eyebrow is missing because the hair won't grow where I hit my head it's the right eyebrow btw, so I like long hair to hide it, but I got the eveil haircut on Friday, so everyone laughed today at school :(

Wow, Shaza, you're lucky to be alive... I'm kinda speechless, so yeah...

 

 

 

(...) Whilst they were saving the day i tried to call 000 (Us equivalent of 911) I was told to hang up and wait for someone to call me back. The fire department and Ambulance never came. I have since lost faith in the Queensland Emergency Department. If when i am in a dire situation and need help and i get told to hang up and wait for a call back.(...)

 

 

 

 

Why is that whenever I hear a story about ambulances/police or any other services being late/irresponsible or whatever, it's always from Brisbane, Australia... From the looks of it, that place needs a makeover when it comes to such services =/

 

 

 

Oh my! You've heard other stories involving the emergency department from here? You are right it does need a make over one day, someone won't be so lucky and when they have a family filing a lawsuit against them for causing the death of a loved one i assume they'll change it. It always seems to take a death before they relook over things.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ouch. I think this was one of the most exciting one's I've read so far. My little accident looks like a slip and fall compared to your's Shaza. I don't trust the cops here also, I'm walking down the street and suddenly this cops stops me and ask's If I am Legal! He said I looked like a running fugitive who sold drugs and narcotics and they took me in their car for a while before I ran. I can't beleive I actually managed to escape. Since then I don't like the Police, I like the Ambulance and Firefighter's but not the cops.

 

 

 

Exciting? :lol: They are asking you if you are legal? Wow, that's verbal assault right there. Some police officers really do abuse their position. They should be showing people how to behave. :(

 

 

 

I was a moron at three years old. I tried boxing a dog twice my size for no reason... Well, he bit me hard on the forehead and I started bleeding everywhere. I had to be rushed to the hospital and needed stitches. The scar is still there.

 

 

 

When people ask me how I got it, I tell them it was He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named.

 

 

 

Boxing a dog?!

I was on holiday in Turkey with my family and my cousins and Aunties. We were on the beach and we hired a peddle boat thing with a slide on. So 5 of us about 13 years of age all jumped in and peddled out. We were just having fun, jumping out, sliding down, no-one was peddling. So I had been in the water for about 10 minutes looking at all the fish. Then all the adults on the beach shouted at us to come back, so I went to the back of the boat to climb up on the stairs but I slipped and my leg went under the boat, just as they started to peddle and my leg got skinned and there was blood everywhere and I blacked out. I'm told that I sank straight to the bottom, and they all jumped in got me and hauled me onto the boat to get me back to the beach. Thankfully, my Auntie is a nurse and she looked after my leg until I got to the hospital, I ended up going there in the back of a taxi because the ambulance didn't turn up. I woke up in Hospital a few hours later. They said I was lucky that my leg didn't get stuck because if it had I would of died. Now, I have a scar up the front of my leg but it's faded so it's not to bad.

 

 

 

Put it this way, I will never go on a peddle boat again.

Great guys.Well on hindsight I guess it was pretty funny ;) .The doctor was frikking giggling lol.

Just remembered two new,

 

I was something like 9 or 10, playing around in my room with my friend, then I can't remember what I was going to get from a box on a closet, I started climbing there, but, 2 boxes of same kind fell down with me, one hit the ground next to my head other crushed on my other leg, they were pretty heavy but luckily nothing really happened to my leg, was a bit sore for couple of weeks tho :P

 

 

 

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I was coming from school, I was like 11 or 12 then I saw this COOOOOL wheel cover of a bus, I took it, started going downhill, nothing happened tho but I still was at hi speed and after a while dunno what happened but I flew couple of a flips and straight to the ditch next to me, I wasn't wearing a helmet :x, but only couple of bruises and little bleeding, scary enough :P

My worst was from about a year ago. I was at some graduation party I really didn't want to go to. Some kid who is two times bigger than me sprays me with a hose, so I decide to grab it and spray back. He gets ticked off and starts running at me, so I do what my instincts tell me to do: RUN. I probably ran a hell of a lot faster than I normally did, and after a bit of running, I thought I lost him, then he comes out of nowhere and tackles me about 10 feet into a ditch with poison ivy. I just shake it off, then decide to walk back. Apparently I landed with my arm perpendicular to the ditch, which pretty much broke my wrist into two horizontally(and it cracked upward a little too.) I didn't even know I broke it until I tried putting my arm on a fence to pull myself up, and I don't think I was ever angrier in my entire life. I felt something in my body kick or something to that effect, then I, for the sake of a better word, went berserk on him with my fists and my boots I was wearing. I ended up breaking my left arm even more, but I was so ticked I didn't even care. It took a few adults to separate us because I was basically trying to kill him. Note I can lift about 120 lbs, and I probably struck with a lot more force than that. Apparently my arm was broken because it hurt like hell, even with ice and more Tylenol than I should've taken, not to mention the swelling. I end up going to the hospital to see about getting it fixed, and I have to wait there about two hours, trying to bare with the pain. I end up getting my arm in a sling for a few days, then they finally cast it. If I still had the X-rays, I'd post them here. I can assure you though, there was bits of bone all over, and tons of cracks and splits.

 

Oh my! You've heard other stories involving the emergency department from here? You are right it does need a make over one day, someone won't be so lucky and when they have a family filing a lawsuit against them for causing the death of a loved one i assume they'll change it. It always seems to take a death before they relook over things.

 

 

 

If you haven't, read my story, and bump for great justice. It also has some other replies from people who have had problems with the autralian emergency services.

an Earthquake just struck were I am and I was in school. The teacher Ran out and left us all behind -.- I though we go under our desk but our teacher came back running Yealling "Class, Get the hell out, NOW!!!" and we all left runnning -.-

 

Eh missed 1 hour of Algebra :thumbsup: Many girls started Crying though because they thought relatives were dead because you could not conatct them Cummunication Towers were out for like 1 hour...

Hmm...

 

 

 

When I was diagnosed with diabetes, I was so out of it... But i still remember most of it. They said I should have been dead; my blood sugar was 1150 or something, a little below the world record. They stabbed my like 10 times trying to get an IV in.

 

 

 

Yeah. not very scary the way I wrote it but my mom freaked for obvious reasons. I rode in an ambulance too.

Did they let you play with the siren? I think it'd be a good way to make people less scared.

No I was 8 at the time and was semi-conscious at best; somehow I remember the whole thing. Spent 3 days in the hospital too, the 23rd, 24th, and 25th of December. Yeah, Christmas in the hospital sucks. But Santa came 3 times lol.

^I spent my fourth birthday in a hospital breathing through one of those...What're they called?Nubilators?Or something...

I nearly fell off a high up ledge once, I forgot I was wearing a bag and tried to walk sideways over a little ledge, and the Bag pressed against the wall a and I was like leaning over toward the drop, and I didn't think of trying to go back... but somebody stopped me from falling.

 

Wouldn't have died but woulda been pretty injured, but pretty scary moment

 

 

 

(idk if that made sense)

^I spent my fourth birthday in a hospital breathing through one of those...What're they called?Nubilators?Or something...

 

 

 

Respirators? They didn't give me one of those, but I had an IV and a saline drip for a while.

Well being allergic to nuts, you can imagine the amount of close shaves i've had due to not reading the ingredients...

 

 

 

I think that's about it..i'll add more if i can think of any.

going to a car show at the local Tank Museum.

 

 

 

Anyway, i was a bit cold, but couldn't be bothered to do up my window, so i put on my jumper, leaving the window down. Dad takes the turning into the museum and a bike crashes into the passenger pillar and the rider goes flying right over the car. My dad nearly gets hit in the face with the passenger wing mirror as it fies through the car and the car tips up on 2 wheels, before coming crashing back down in a pool of petrol from the bike. dad gets me to get out of he car, and i do.

 

 

 

If the bike had not hit the pillar, but had hit the door instead, the police said i would be dead.