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there was this one time where I ate too many salted peanuts and threw them up because I ate too many, I woke up the next morning and threw them all up, but it didn't stop there, I couldn't keep any liquids or foods down which meant I got dehydrated from the salt and being unable to drink things part, I had to go to the hospital and get fluids pumped into me through my arm

to this day I cannot eat them

10/10 hardcore

it was at Broadway At The Beach and i nearly died and my grandpa nearly had a heart attack

it was a damn good burger though

I also got my pinky finger cut by a skate when playing hockey, but I wouldn't count it because I only cried for 19 minutes Actually didn't cry, because I'm a big boy

All of my near death experiences happened when I was too young to remember.
I'll just make a list because there's a lot.

1. I climbed on top of a table, and somehow unlocked the medicine cabinet. After that, I chewed up an entire bottle of benadryl.
2. I hung myself. I wrapped those strings that hang off of window blinds around my neck and ran. I was 3 so I had no idea what would happen.
3. I did the above thing again because I wanted to see if the same thing would happen.
4. When I was really young, I had one of those walker things. And every night when people in the house would do chores, they would put the kitchen chairs upside-down on top of the table so they could clean the floors. I walked into one of them and it fell on me, breaking my nose, but luckily sparing my neck.

to this day I cannot eat them
did u sue the peanut company for... assalt?

It's a decent read, but here's mine.

Unfortunately I've had several, most of which I still remember. Started when I was seven, long time ago, it's foggy in my mind. I was wetting continuously for three nights in a row, felt horrible and wasn't myself. Family thought I had the flu, so we tried pretty much everything, precautions, etc, but I was still deathly ill. Once my parents ran out of all other options, I was rushed to the ER. Turns out I had diabetes type 1 and my blood sugar/glucose level shot up to 1000+, as the meter they used at the place was unable to detect just how much I had. I was also in a seizure of sorts at the time and they nearly lost me, yet I still made it out. Sadly after I woke up it felt like I was in some game, restarting. Hospital room, in a bed with people around you that seem friendly. Didn't know who anyone was, including family. Throughout the years, however, I've had about seven more seizures, only two which I remember. It normally takes place if I have enough stress and something majorly disturbs me, with a combination of a dangerously low sugar level. The first being that I went on a trip with part of my family, and I was decently attached with the member who did not go, for reasons I don't remember, other than they were fair.  I missed them enough to the point of ending up with a seizure the first night I slept. Second being a great-grandparent had died, lots of stress going on and all that. It was the first funeral I ever went to, and I think I was 13 at the time. The shock threw me into another seizure, I didn't realize what had happened in that place, or events prior. My seizures were normally a year apart from each other, but I haven't had anymore lately.

So yeah. I'm on quite a ride.

Ooh I almost forgot, this one time I was at a restaurant, and I was eating a mozzarella stick, and if you eat mozzarella sticks you know that 1. they're good as stuff and 2. the cheese is stringy, so you have to stretch it for it to rip.

So I took a bite, and half of it went down my throat. The two bread pieces were still connected by the cheese that hadn't ripped, so I had half of a mozzarella stick stuck in my throat with the other end at the front of my teeth.

Which gave me 3 options.

1. Rip the part at the front of my mouth off and choke on the one in my throat.

2. Swallow the whole thing and possibly choke to death on that.

3. Run to the bathroom, drink as much water as possible, and make yourself vomit to bring it back up.

So now I have a fear of mozzarella sticks, but I forgive them because they taste so damn good.

Well, I did once nearly choke on an ice-cream cone shard
Basically, I bit into it and a larger triangle got stuck in my throat, sort of like this:
|     |
| :iceCream: |
The point was poking into the side of my throat, and I knew that I could easily hurt myself
I don't even remember how, but I somehow managed to break it and cough up the pieces

You should have punched yourself in the throat.

Another near death experience I forgot about was that when I was 2-3 at the time I was well let's just say what I had thought was a "piniata" in the tree in my backyard and when I broke it well I had pissed off wasps and well I got stung to hell until my parents came out and sprayed the forgeters down and well I could have died if my parents weren't around and I officially hate wasps to this day

my brother threw a knife at my head but luckily it was the back

(cant say this is really near death)when i was 5 years old i climbed 20 feet up a tree, i slipped and fell on my back. surprisingly it didn't hurt at all

i curved onto a road riding my bike and there was a truck behind me (I wasn't looking). The truck was inches away from me when it went by

i cant remember but i know ive had a lot of near death experiences


going down a hill on a longboard at the speed of sound
there was one of those orange tree fruit things ( i think they're dates) that slid under my wheels
arooooooooooooooooooooooooo i went crashin down :^(

Everybody here should be dead by now wth.

Anyway, as a child I was apparently really cautious, so I never even got anything close to a serious injury.

I've only ever broken my right pinkie (which, coincidentally, I broke twice; go figure).

If I had to pick a near-death experience, it would have to be a few weeks ago I was riding down a hill on a main road with cars behind me at about 35 mph on a crappy bike with one hand.

IMPORTANT TIP: Don't ride with one (or no) hands at that speed, especially when turning. As I moved onto the shoulder to make a turn, the front wheel started wobbling back and forth crazily. I managed to trap on with my other hand just in time; one split second later and I would've wiped out, and likely run over by a car at 40 mph.

going down a hill on a longboard at the speed of sound
there was one of those orange tree fruit things ( i think they're dates) that slid under my wheels
arooooooooooooooooooooooooo i went crashin down :^(
I ate stuff on Nickpb's longboard. My palm that hit the ground first still isn't fully healed, almost a month later.

well

i choked on a mint when i was like 5 and my grandpa had to do that Heimlich maneuver thing.

and this one isn't that direct, but back in i'd say... middle of my senior year of high school, i was supposed to go to the mall with my girlfriend at the time. she'd suddenly changed her mind while we were on our way there, and told her mom to drop us at the park instead. we chilled there for a bit, but her mom started to head to the mall anyways. on her way there, she was t-boned by another vehicle that ran a red at an intersection. she was fine, but the car hit the EXACT part of the car that i was sitting on. it was completely caved in. had she not changed her mind, i'd probably be dead. crazy stuff, man.