What were the Most Frightening experiences you have ever had?

Radrook said:
My mother almost died birthing me. My former wife had a prolonged birthing experience with the first baby and felt at the verge of death and also had to be stitched up. So I am not surprised to hear that other women also underwent that harrowing experience. What does surprise me is your granddad's reaction.
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not my grandad....MY GP...general practioner...
 

hollydolly said:
not my grandad....MY GP...general practioner...
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Thanks! My mistake! I am even more surprised that a general practitioner should dismiss such symptoms in such callously irresponsible way instead of scheduling an examination by a specialist, or a gynecologist, as he is supposed to do.
 
Radrook said:
Thanks! My mistake! I am even more surprised that a general practitioner should dismiss such symptoms in such callously irresponsible way instead of scheduling an examination by a specialist, or a gynecologist, as he is supposed to do.
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yes well this was some years after the fact.. but I was just astonished that he could disbelieve what I was telling him.. he only had to look at my records and he would have seen for himself.. but to just say '' I don't believe you'' like that, meant I had no confidence in this doctor and I changed GP's soon after..
 

hollydolly said:
yes well this was some years after the fact.. but I was just astonished that he could disbelieve what I was telling him.. he only had to look at my records and he would have seen for himself.. but to just say '' I don't believe you'' like that, meant I had no confidence in this doctor and I changed GP's soon after..
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You are absolutely right and you did the right thing in changing GP. Not all medical doctors are what is considered sane. Some have a pathological need to make patients suffer. Hitler's physician Mengele is a prime example.

As part of his duties, Mengele made weekly visits to the hospital barracks and ordered any prisoners who had not recovered after two weeks in bed to be sent to the gas chambers.[35]

Mengele's work also involved carrying out selections, a task that he chose to perform even when he was not assigned to do so, in the hope of finding subjects for his experiments,[36] with a particular interest in locating sets of twins. In contrast to most of the other SS doctors, who viewed selections as one of their most stressful and unpleasant duties, he undertook the task with a flamboyant air, often smiling or whistling] He was one of the SS doctors responsible for supervising the administration of Zyklon B, the cyanide-based pesticide that was used for the mass killings in the Birkenau gas chambers. He served in this capacity at the gas chambers located in crematoria IV and V.
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Radrook said:
You are absolutely right and you did the right thing in changing GP. Not all medical doctors are what is considered sane. Some have a pathological need to make patients suffer. Hitler's physician Mengele is a prime example.

As part of his duties, Mengele made weekly visits to the hospital barracks and ordered any prisoners who had not recovered after two weeks in bed to be sent to the gas chambers.[35]
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I know, I've studied the horrors of the POW camps , and the evils of many of the doctors ...horros stories that beggar the belief or sanity of most people

However I do believe that people like my doctor .. is simply that he was from a privilage background, maybe never had anyone in his family or witnessed a difficult labour since he'd qualified.... ...however if that was the case he should have kept his thoughts to himself, and investigated if it could be true.instead of calling me a liar... that was very upsetting..
 
When I was in my late twenties to early thirties a bunch of friends and I did quite a bit of canoeing and camping. Not too far from home there was a nice river that went for many miles, nice and calm and then several sets of fun rapids. Nothing dangerous, but fun. We used to paddle through against the rapids and stop to have a rest before coming back through them with the current. One time when we were on rest break some of us went for a swim at the end of the rapids. Not a super wide river but deep in the middle.
I was almost across when my buddy tells me that he doesn't think ha can make it. Before I could even respond I saw him go under. I got back to him and managed to get him up telling him not to panic and flail around or he would drown both of us. I yelled at the group on shore but they thought we were clowning around. He went under a couple more times and I finally started swearing at the group to get a canoe in the water. Luckily, one of the girls was very good with a canoe and as he got to us I pushed him up and away from me and she was able to grab him.
Turns out that he had a heart condition that he didn't know about. If the young lady hadn't been there I'm not sure what the outcome would have been.
 
Talking of driving, one of the very scariest times for me was driving in winter up and over the Mont Blanc mountain and through the Mont Blanc tunnel from France to Italy...... everywhere was covered in snow and ice, and it was terrifiying trying to keep the vehicle from slipping off the mountain as we came out on the Italian side of the tunnel, and drove down the mountain in thick snow and fog...and we saw Huge trucks which had gone over the side..


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hollydolly said:
I know, I've studied the horrors of the POW camps , and the evils of many of the doctors ...horros stories that beggar the belief or sanity of most people

However I do believe that people like my doctor .. is simply that he was from a privilage background, maybe never had anyone in his family or witnessed a difficult labour since he'd qualified.... ...however if that was the case he should have kept his thoughts to himself, and investigated if it could be true.instead of calling me a liar... that was very upsetting..
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I have a hard time excusing people who make such basic mistakes while having studied as intensely as medical doctors have in reference to the proper treatment of patients. Especially when the mistake is so basic, that it merely involves common sense in order to avoid it.
 
Radrook said:
My mother almost died birthing me. My former wife had a prolonged birthing experience with the first baby and felt at the verge of death and also had to be stitched up. So I am not surprised to hear that other women also underwent that harrowing experience. What does surprise me is your granddad's reaction.
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My poor little mom was in labor with me for 52 hours. Because my dad was in college after coming home from the war, she didn't have a private doctor. She went to a maternity clinic and saw whoever was on duty.

In the maternity ward, each doctor put in his 12 hours and then left, handing her care over to the next doctor. Nobody had a "stake" in the process. If it were like today with the doctor pretty much having to hang out to the end, you can bet they would have sped up the process. Neither of us were in good shape when her 98-pound body finally pushed out the 8 lb 3 oz whopper.
 
jujube said:
My poor little mom was in labor with me for 52 hours. Because my dad was in college after coming home from the war, she didn't have a private doctor. She went to a maternity clinic and saw whoever was on duty.

In the maternity ward, each doctor put in his 12 hours and then left, handing her care over to the next doctor. Nobody had a "stake" in the process. If it were like today with the doctor pretty much having to hang out to the end, you can bet they would have sped up the process. Neither of us were in good shape when her 98-pound body finally pushed out the 8 lb 3 oz whopper.
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That is is only four hours short of two full days! Yikes! Well, at least all turned out well. She certainly was rather slim to be giving birth!
 
jujube said:
My poor little mom was in labor with me for 52 hours. Because my dad was in college after coming home from the war, she didn't have a private doctor. She went to a maternity clinic and saw whoever was on duty.

In the maternity ward, each doctor put in his 12 hours and then left, handing her care over to the next doctor. Nobody had a "stake" in the process. If it were like today with the doctor pretty much having to hang out to the end, you can bet they would have sped up the process. Neither of us were in good shape when her 98-pound body finally pushed out the 8 lb 3 oz whopper.
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same thing happened to me... 57 hours in Labour.. Saturday to Tuesday I was terrified.. never saw the same person twice the whole time I was there...I was small like your mum.. I was just 6st 8lbs..which is 92 pounds.. baby was too big to come out naturally... I'll save you all the details, but it was a pretty big wound that had to be stitched
 
hollydolly said:
I seem to remember this, but can't the remember the details I do remember it was horrific...
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Gasoline fire engulfed me. 2nd and 3rd degree over 60% of my body. This picture was actually taken about 3 or 4 weeks after the fire. (facial swelling had gone down some... originally swelled up so much that I couldn't open my eyes).
Both my elbows were burnt to the bone, bottoms of my feet were charred, ears needed rebuilding, stomach, crotch area burned (however... missed Mr winky ;) ). Lost about 15-20% of my lungs.
They told me that I had clinically died 3 times while in intensive care.
Wife now knows what burned beyond recognition means. She didn't think it was me when hospital told her. Said that black charred lump couldn't be her husband. Probably the reason she has a few grey hairs.
First came temp grafts using pig skin, then grafts from cadavers and finally some from bits of me that weren't burnt.
Painful to say the least. To this day, I don't hate anyone enough to wish this on them.
 
squatting dog said:
Gasoline fire engulfed me. 2nd and 3rd degree over 60% of my body. This picture was actually taken about 3 or 4 weeks after the fire. (facial swelling had gone down some... originally swelled up so much that I couldn't open my eyes).
Both my elbows were burnt to the bone, bottoms of my feet were charred, ears needed rebuilding, stomach, crotch area burned (however... missed Mr winky ;) ). Lost about 15-20% of my lungs.
They told me that I had clinically died 3 times while in intensive care.
Wife now knows what burned beyond recognition means. She didn't think it was me when hospital told her. Said that black charred lump couldn't be her husband. Probably the reason she has a few grey hairs.
First came temp grafts using pig skin, then grafts from cadavers and finally some from bits of me that weren't burnt.
Painful to say the least. To this day, I don't hate anyone enough to wish this on them.
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Oh goodness sake.. as soon as you said it I remembered.. absolutely horrific.. !! do you have the scars of the burns to this day ?..I remember my father got burned with acid..on the back of his hands and no hair grew there for the rest of his life.. so I suspect you have stretched skin and bald patches..

What about pain, do you you still have pain at all from it..? God the pain at the time must have been off the scale...
 
hollydolly said:
Oh goodness sake.. as soon as you said it I remembered.. absolutely horrific.. !! do you have the scars of the burns to this day ?..I remember my father got burned with acid..on the back of his hands and no hair grew there for the rest of his life.. so I suspect you have stretched skin and bald patches..

What about pain, do you you still have pain at all from it..? God the pain at the time must have been off the scale...
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Yes, I carry some scars to this day. Occasionally, skin will still shed off my elbows. There are places where no hair grows (like the back of my hands) and a few spots that suffered nerve damage. One chuckle was they told me I'd never grow hair on my face again. LOL wrong.
Strangely enough, heat, even excessive heat doesn't bother me, but cold is almost unbearable.
As for pain... yep, even with a morphine drip, it was agony.
I'd say that God won that battle.


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squatting dog said:
Yes, I carry some scars to this day. Occasionally, skin will still shed off my elbows. There are places where no hair grows (like the back of my hands) and a few spots that suffered nerve damage. One chuckle was they told me I'd never grow hair on my face again. LOL wrong.
Strangely enough, heat, even excessive heat doesn't bother me, but cold is almost unbearable.
As for pain... yep, even with a morphine drip, it was agony.
I'd say that God won that battle.


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Heroic..that's what I say about you, and anyone who suffers massive burns...
 
hollydolly said:
same thing happened to me... 57 hours in Labour.. Saturday to Tuesday I was terrified.. never saw the same person twice the whole time I was there...I was small like your mum.. I was just 6st 8lbs..which is 92 pounds.. baby was too big to come out naturally... I'll save you all the details, but it was a pretty big wound that had to be stitched
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squatting dog said:
Gasoline fire engulfed me. 2nd and 3rd degree over 60% of my body. This picture was actually taken about 3 or 4 weeks after the fire. (facial swelling had gone down some... originally swelled up so much that I couldn't open my eyes).
Both my elbows were burnt to the bone, bottoms of my feet were charred, ears needed rebuilding, stomach, crotch area burned (however... missed Mr winky ;) ). Lost about 15-20% of my lungs.
They told me that I had clinically died 3 times while in intensive care.
Wife now knows what burned beyond recognition means. She didn't think it was me when hospital told her. Said that black charred lump couldn't be her husband. Probably the reason she has a few grey hairs.
First came temp grafts using pig skin, then grafts from cadavers and finally some from bits of me that weren't burnt.
Painful to say the least. To this day, I don't hate anyone enough to wish this on them.
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Very sorry to know that you went through all that. The most intense pain I have ever experienced was being pinned with my pubic bone against a stairway step edge while having weight added gradually as kids piled up on top. Also my post double-hernia operation pain was horrible. But both pale in comparison to what you describe.

BTW I am very impressed both by your determination and by how your wife remained loyally by your side offering comfort and hope. That is truly love!
 
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hollydolly said:
same thing happened to me... 57 hours in Labour.. Saturday to Tuesday I was terrified.. never saw the same person twice the whole time I was there...I was small like your mum.. I was just 6st 8lbs..which is 92 pounds.. baby was too big to come out naturally... I'll save you all the details, but it was a pretty big wound that had to be stitched
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Maybe an immediate caesarian would have been preferable instead of making the woman suffer so much for so long. .
 
Radrook said:
BTW I am very impressed both by your determination and by how your wife remained loyally by your side offering comfort and hope. That is truly love!
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Here's the lesson I learned that day and why we have lived our life the way we have.
Author, Toshikazu Kawaguchi

Life is a fleeting dance, a delicate balance of moments that unfold before us, never to return in quite the same way again.
Regret is a bitter pill to swallow, a weight that bears down upon the soul with the burden of missed chances and unspoken words.
So, let us not leave anything for later. Let us seize the moments as they come, with hearts open and arms outstretched to embrace the possibilities that lie before us. For in the end, it is not the things we did that we regret, but the things we left undone, the words left unspoken, the dreams left unfulfilled.

Don't leave anything for later.
Later, the coffee gets cold.
Later, you lose interest.
Later, the day turns into night.
Later, people grow up.
Later, people grow old.
Later, life goes by.
Later, you regret not doing something...
When you had the chance.
 
squatting dog said:
Here's the lesson I learned that day and why we have lived our life the way we have.
Author, Toshikazu Kawaguchi

Life is a fleeting dance, a delicate balance of moments that unfold before us, never to return in quite the same way again.
Regret is a bitter pill to swallow, a weight that bears down upon the soul with the burden of missed chances and unspoken words.
So, let us not leave anything for later. Let us seize the moments as they come, with hearts open and arms outstretched to embrace the possibilities that lie before us. For in the end, it is not the things we did that we regret, but the things we left undone, the words left unspoken, the dreams left unfulfilled.

Don't leave anything for later.
Later, the coffee gets cold.
Later, you lose interest.
Later, the day turns into night.
Later, people grow up.
Later, people grow old.
Later, life goes by.
Later, you regret not doing something...
When you had the chance.
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Excellent advice. I copied to paste it in my word pad. Will print it when my printer is installed. Thanks!
 
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