I've been hospitalized for a week in Calcutta for poisoning by malaria medicine.
I had a similar problem in Amman, Jordan, though I am fairly sure it was not life-threatening. I had dinner at a cafÃ© near the hostel many of us were staying at during our relief trip. The next morning I awoke with severe abdominal pain and vomiting. It is one of the least pleasant experiences in my life thus far.
Similarly, an eerie silence overtook the plane as we prepared to land. There simply isn't much to say at those moments, but much to think about and consider.
I find the similarities of these experiences quite interesting.
I have been thinking about getting together with others that have experienced this (especially the uncharacteristic silence), perhaps even those with much more serious incidents, and compile a collection of short stories about the first thing they thought/felt/did after the event. What do you?
Hey, welcome back Jofaile! I was thinking someone had dredged up another ancient thread.
Glad to see you made it back in one piece.
I am glad to be back"”I see you have taken very good care of the place in my (and it seems many other's) long absence. How have you been? Have you spoken to Steve or GQ Lawyer as of late?
I've never had a close call on a flight though. I totally understand the surreality you describe; no panic, no worry, almost a little bemusement at your situation.
I have to admit, I was a little amused during the entire ordeal; I was not at all frightened or retrospective. It may have had something to with the beautiful British girl sitting next to me, though. We had been talking throughout the flight and when the circling began she started to get nervous and begin to cry. I suppose I could have subconsciously blocked out any negative emotion so that I could remain calm and joke about the situation in attempts to calm her down. I thought the last thing she needed was for me to become unsettled. I remember at one point looking over at her with her head in her hands and my asking "Are you ok?" She said "I guess. It just seems like something bad is going to happen." I replied "No, I am sure things are fine. And, hey, if not, imagine how many free flight vouchers we will get out of it." Later, as I thought about it, I laughed at how much of a stereotypical "strong" male I had been; looking back even I thought it was a little absurd.
The closest I have ever been to potential death was when I had a pair of .45's pointed at both sides of my head, and my 'contact' told me to erase his number from my phone, to forget we ever met, and to never come by his place again.
That just goes to show you: never go to the Bronx for your Knicks tickets.
not to sound like an A-hole, but if I wanted to list the times that I have been that close to death I would steal the thunder of the thread.
Yeah, admittedly there have only been a few other times where I have been that close to death"”I have lead a fairly fortunate life. The one that stands out in my mind is when I was t-boned by a gentlemen going 50 miles an hour at an intersection in my A4 and spun around three times coming to rest 6 inches from a telephone pole. The EMT at the scene said he was amazed I only bruised my ribs (seatbelt), as he had seen much worse from similar accidents. Moral of the story: buy an Audi"”they are beautiful and very well made.