satanisgreat9
First time out of the vault
So the other night, I wake up with an airbag in my face and blood dripping on my steering wheel. I try to start my car and nothing happens. I get out, and see that I hit a telephone pole dead on, and it's three feet inside of my hood, and I think "goddamn, I've survived alot of shit in my life."
Now I'm only twenty one years old, but I've narrowly escaped death quite a few times. From the beginning:
I'm the youngest of three, after my older brother was born, my mother had two miscarriages, then me. Of course I can't remember this, but it's where it all started I guess.
When I was about four, I had the first near-death experience I can remember: I was in the shallow end of a pool, then I somehow slid into the deep end and drowned. I was under for quite awhile, and I remember being able to see myself floating in the water. I'm not saying this was an out of body experience or anything, maybe it was a hallucination caused by the lack of oxygen, but that's what happened. It was very peaceful, by the way.
When I was sixteen I had alcohol poisioning to the point that I went into a coma for two days. When I collapsed I did so in the middle of a tremendously busy Boston street, but I didn't get hit. This time I had no vision or strange experiences, I just woke up in a hospital and pulled the catheter out of my dick.
When I was nineteen, someone gave me bad drugs and I went into another coma, this one lasted two weeks. While I was out, my kidneys shut down, my heart got scarred (all better now), I had pancreaitis, and pneumonia, among other things. My heart stopped beating three times. This time I saw multicolored lights when I was out (sort of like acid), and had strange dreams about being trapped in a cabin in the middle of a snowstorm.
Then, the other day, the car accident, where I slipped on a patch of ice and slammed into the pole. I wasn't wearing a seatbelt, and the only thing that saved me was the airbag and me being able to put my hand out and catch onto something, which left a nice skinning on my fingers.
I also got hit in the wrist with a battleaxe, which somehow didn't hit any major veins, and got home-stitched by the guy who did it, which somehow didn't get infected.
The moral of the story is: Don't do drugs.
But the question is: how the hell do I keep surviving all of this stuff? And is having these things happen to you over the course of twenty one years normal for most people, or is it just me?
Now I'm only twenty one years old, but I've narrowly escaped death quite a few times. From the beginning:
I'm the youngest of three, after my older brother was born, my mother had two miscarriages, then me. Of course I can't remember this, but it's where it all started I guess.
When I was about four, I had the first near-death experience I can remember: I was in the shallow end of a pool, then I somehow slid into the deep end and drowned. I was under for quite awhile, and I remember being able to see myself floating in the water. I'm not saying this was an out of body experience or anything, maybe it was a hallucination caused by the lack of oxygen, but that's what happened. It was very peaceful, by the way.
When I was sixteen I had alcohol poisioning to the point that I went into a coma for two days. When I collapsed I did so in the middle of a tremendously busy Boston street, but I didn't get hit. This time I had no vision or strange experiences, I just woke up in a hospital and pulled the catheter out of my dick.
When I was nineteen, someone gave me bad drugs and I went into another coma, this one lasted two weeks. While I was out, my kidneys shut down, my heart got scarred (all better now), I had pancreaitis, and pneumonia, among other things. My heart stopped beating three times. This time I saw multicolored lights when I was out (sort of like acid), and had strange dreams about being trapped in a cabin in the middle of a snowstorm.
Then, the other day, the car accident, where I slipped on a patch of ice and slammed into the pole. I wasn't wearing a seatbelt, and the only thing that saved me was the airbag and me being able to put my hand out and catch onto something, which left a nice skinning on my fingers.
I also got hit in the wrist with a battleaxe, which somehow didn't hit any major veins, and got home-stitched by the guy who did it, which somehow didn't get infected.
The moral of the story is: Don't do drugs.
But the question is: how the hell do I keep surviving all of this stuff? And is having these things happen to you over the course of twenty one years normal for most people, or is it just me?
