Hang in-there klink , thoughts are with you.  

We all pray its nothing serious.

Benjamin

In 90Iwatched my Dad highside his harley at 60mph.. I don't know if that was worse than the person who came out of the coma.

1. (first one that comes to mind) Fishing off a bridge.  A big ass fish has my hook and starts heading under the bridge.  I hand the pole to my buddy and next door neighboor and bolt for the other side.

I get about to the center line and hear [b][size=6] SCREEEEECH![/size=6][/b]..

There I am at the center line staring in to the head lights and grill of a '60 Buick.

2. (second one that comes to mind)  After a day at the range in Germany we're cleaning rifles in the barrack at Pinder.  One of the guys from Red Eye, Frank Dugan, assembles his rifle and says "Hey look, I have a couple of rounds."  

He pops them into a mag and locks and loads and sticks the damn thing out the third floor window of Pinder barracks.  

He says "I gonna pop me a rad (short for comrad)".

I think it's kind of funny.

He wheels the M16 in through the window and say "No I going to pop you."

He's pointing it at Mike Jennkins, a buddy in Red Eye.

Then he wheels it over to me...

3. ....Nay can't tell you about 3.

Glad to hear you're paw's OK.

Halfcocked, when were you at Pinder? I was there from Oct. 1985-Nov. '86. I was attached to 595th MP co. (so you can guess where I worked). I KNOW you know all about "The Nashville."

Glad to hear it's just kidney stones!

The scariest thing that I ever experienced was when my dad died of a massive heart attack back in 1990.  Since then I have sworn to never be helpless again, even though I did the best I could attempting to revive him before paramedics came.

And just barely coming in second place was the time I almost drowned as a child.  I was probably 3 or 4.  I was playing on a boat launch on a Sunday afternoon before we packed up and left the marina without a life jacket.  Anyway, my dad was supposed to be watching while my mom showered.  He got busy with his buddies and stopped paying attention right about the time I stepped off the edge of the boat ramp.  I couldn't swim and struggled for what seemed like forever, and then I just gave up and it was actually kind of calm.  Right about then my mom, who had come out to find me missing reached in and pulled me out with deathgrip by my face.  I thought it was the hand of the devil or some demon coming to get me and take me to hell (I was raised Baptist).  Fortunately it was my mom, and I coughed up a whole bunch of water.  I have to remind myself that every day since then has been a blessing, but I too often forget.

God Bless Texas

Glad to hear that you're Dad has a relatively minor problem and he WILL BE OK!

#1 on my hit parade. Wife (now x)had just given birth to my daughter. Every thing seemed to be going just fine, so after an hour or two I left the hospital to go get my son and the mother-in-law. Got back to the hospital and was stopped by the delivery Doc and was told, "she's in distress and the HEART SPECIALIST [shock] was with her! I learned that day, how to say the "Our Father" at the rate of 5 per second.

#2 on my list. After undergoing several months of chemotherapy, which took my hair, gave me a severe case of the shingles, the Doctor came in one day during treatment and sat down and told me "You're not going to make it past Christmas. Take care of anything you need done while you have the time!" Funny thing was, after the fear (a day or so), came the anger (mad at the world, isn't fair, ect......, another day or two)

Then came calm, I was laying in the hospital bed and got to thinking, I have a fairly good life, Parents that loved me and raised me, I have two great kids, always had good jobs, lived in different area's of the country, had alot of laughs in life, loved and lost, meet  good people along the way and made some great friends! Things that alot of people, never got in life, especially children, who never got to experience any of this. It was after this that the Doc went to a weaker (and different) chemo (since the stong stuff wasn't doing me any good), two weeks after the first go around with the new chemo, it was obvious to everyone I was getting better. I made it to so called remission, I will never truely be in remission because it's in my bone marrow, it's returned twice but it can be beaten back to the next time. (Walked the edge on this one [:D])

GLad to hear your dad is going to be ok!  It can be frightening when someone we care about gets ill, especially suddenly.

For my scariest time I refer you to the link below:

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I really need to update the site because things are moving along fairly well now, I still need to get some additional excersize, but I'm stuck in a job where I sit all day... I do get up and wander the office a bit once in awhile

Layin on a table in the E.R. and being told I was having a heart attack and had a blockage in a vein in my heart. Then being told to sign a waver so they could inject a drug to "possibly" desolve it but it could eat thru the lining of my brain and cause instant death. Oh yeah, where do I sign guys!!!!!!! Didn't work and neither did angioplasty lost 1/4 capacity of my heart. After I got home the Mrs. told me she wanted a divorce! [shock] I really miss the new Dodge pick up she took with her!

Klink - Glad it was just a stone.  I had a similar situation w/ my wife and gallbladder stones.  She had to get her gallbladder removed.

jhasz - Glad you are still alive.  I ride a motorcycle myself.  My sister in law and her boyfriend got in a bad accident recently in Montana, they flew her out here to Harborview.  What did you think of it?  That hospital absolutely sucks ass.  The doctors are very good, but the nurses and care are terrible.  Something like 80% of the patients can't pay for their treatment so they just treat everyone like crap.

One time I swerved out of the way of a dunk driver who almost ran head on into me.  He hit the car behind me instead.  I stopped and got out, here I was on a lonely freeway in Montana, middle of the night, with NOBODY around except a dead 15 year old girl in the car. At the time I didn't know where the drunk was, thought he had kept going but it turned out he went off the side of the road where I couldn't see him.  That was a bit scary.  BTW the drunk bastard was OK, and fled the scene.

ColonelKlink, a kidney stone?  Ouch!

My scariest moment?  I've had several, but there's only one I'm willing to talk about.  It was in 1995, and I had been away from my wife for a few weeks doing volunteer work out of town.  When I got back, I heard her calling for help before I got to the door.  I ran into the bedroom (without unlocking the front door, I still have the scars from the splinters), and I saw her run into a wall.  I carried her to my van.  I got about 1/2 a mile from home when my van stalled, and I couldn't get it to start back.  It hadn't been started in a few weeks, so I shouldn't have trusted it.  So, I carried my wife while running back to my house to get in her car.  At the time, it didn't occur to me that I should have run home by myself and driven the car to get her.  Then, I drove as fast as I could to the hospital.  This whole time she was dry retching, her skin was pale, her pulse was (found this out later) over 140, she couldn't sit-up, and her eyes couldn't focus.  I live six miles from a hospital, and I was less than a mile from it when I got stopped by a cop.  My wife's car is very slow, so I stopped.  Otherwise, I might have kept going until I got to the emergency room.  The officer checked my license, called it in, looked at the registration, etc.  Finally, I forcefully said I had to go.  He gave me the usual BS story that if it was serious enough of a problem to speed and "endanger the public," then it was serious enough to call an ambulance.  So, we waited for the ambulance.  Seven long minutes later (as I'm hugging my wife and staring at my watch), I gave-up waiting.  I asked the officer again if I could continue on, and he said no.  I then told him to f--- himself, and if he tried to stop me I was going to beat the s--- out of him and every single person in my way.  I have never spoken like that to anyone in my life.  He tried to talk me into waiting, but instead I drove off.  When I got to the hospital, it was about an hour before a doctor saw my wife.  I had to hold her in my lap, because she couldn't sit-up and they didn't have any free beds.  The problem?  My wife had an ear infection.  The doctor said she lost 100% of her sense of balance.  Later, she said it seemed that she was spinning around so quickly that she couldn't even touch her nose with her finger if she had her eyes open.  Also, she had spent over a day at home on the floor by herself like that without water, food, or insulin (she's diabetic), so that made it much worse.  Imagine spending over 24 hours feeling like you're spinning like a top with no way to stop it.  It was something so simple, an ear infection.  She lost some of her hearing in one ear, and she broke her collar bone from falling.  I'm glad it was nothing worse.

I've literally spent years away from my wife, between time in the army, work, and time I spent teaching when I thought it was too dangerous for her to be with me.  Since then, I haven't spent a night away from her.z

I came face to face with a Mall Ninja once. [:P]

Scary.

When my wife developed an extreme case of preclampsia (toxemia) practically overnight at 6 months gestation.  She called me up at work on a Monday morning and told me she couldn't see.  She called our neighbor to come and pick her up and meet me at the hospital.  We got to the hospital, they took us directly to a birthing room.  Checked her vitals, shortly after she was incoherent.  They flew her to Pitt Memorial Hospital where they stabilized her Blood pressure, 3 hrs later they took my Son out because she started going downhill fast.

Anyway, he was taken out 12 weeks early at 12" tall and at 1 lbs - 12 oz weight.  It was very close, but they both came out OK.   That's as scared as I have ever been.

And look at Him now!

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... while running to a building that other people were running as fast as they could away from.  Why?  Because we had to secure a nuclear missile that was suspended from the ceiling of a particular structure and one of the cables suspending it snapped.  Enough explosives (rocket motor) were swinging back and fourth to destroy a good 1/4 mile area.

My asshole puckered on this one.  It's one of those situations where your mind just stops thinking about the consequences and you do everything in your power to save your ass and the asses of your fellow Marines.

A solid fuel rocket motor is really nothing more than a huge bomb.  Sure, it's designed to burn, but if you shock it - it can detonate and become one HUGE conventional explosive.

Man I still get shaky when I think about this...

My wife was in the delivery room, twin #1--my son--was born.  We're waiting for twin #2--my daughter--when the doctors shouts, "We're losing them!!  Both heatbeats flatlined.  My wife is laying back, glassy eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.  I felt like I was in the backfield, looking for a fumbled ball during a blitz.  There were people flying everwhere.  The anestesiologist SLAMS--with his open hand--the biggest syringe I ever saw into my wifes IV.  He looks at me and tells me to talk to her and try to get her to breath.  In the meanwhile, the surgeon has zipped her open and is up to his bloody elbows (I'm not kidding)in my wife's abdomen looking for my daughter.  I'm begging my wife to breathe, "Please, Hon, you gotta breathe, please...please...please...we're gonna lose Katie!"  

My mind is cycling through four separate situations at once: Look to see if the baby is out yet...look to see if my son is OK...look to see if my wife is breathing...look to see if God is listening as I silently plead with Him to, "Please, let her stay.".  Each cycle takes about 1/2 a second.

The baby is out and she's fighting like mad;  arms and legs flailing, screaming.  I thank God as she's passed to the Nurse and joins my son.  OK, two down.  In the single biggest inhalation I have ever witnessed, my wife starts breathing again.  The heart monitor comes to life around 3 breaths later and she closes her eyes and falls into what turns out to be a natural sleep.  When she wakes up in the recovery room, she remembers little of what happened.  

God and I made several deals that day.  I'm gonna owe him for a long time.

I'd have to say it was during the delivery of my
youngest daughter.  The whole pregnancy was
absolutely normal, no problems, no worries.  It
was our third child, so this time the wife waited until the contractions were only about
12 minutes apart before going to the hospital.
(We only lived a couple of miles away, and she
didn't want to spend a whole bunch of time in
the hospital in labor like she did on the first
two.)

Anyways - by the time they got her in the
contractions were down to about every 6 minutes.
The baby was coming fast.  It was at this time
that the Dr. (he's since passed on so I'll be
nice) realized that for the entire pregnancy he
had mistaken the "head" for the "butt" and the
baby was sitting breached - impossible to
deliver - and the contractions kept getting
closer together.

Well - to make a long story short - they prepped
the wife & did an emergency c-section all within
21 minutes.  I could tell by watching the Dr.'s
eyes he was scared shitless.  I still vividly
remember seeing him - holding the baby by her
feet trying to yank her head out of my wife's
womb.  (I ain't no doctor but I do know that's
not how it's supposed to go!)

Everything turned out fine!  She turned 8 last
May and I'd lay down my life for hers without
ever thinking twice about it.  God I love that
kid!!!!

That IS scary FatMan,  thank The Lord everyone came out OK of that one.  We just went through a normal delivery last week and even it was scary.

thankfully your family all came out OK.

crash

My stories are just a bit less traumatic-but

1.  Went hunting with a friend, borrowed my dads auto shotgun.  Was loading the gun up and for whatever reason, managed to pull the trigger.- Notice I did not say the gun just 'went off', like most liberals/media.  The gun fired and flee out of my hands, and landed on the ground.  Luckily, I follow the rules and always keep the barrel in a safe direction.  Needless to say, it scared the shit outta me.

2. Watching the DOc put some sort of medival looking clamp aroung my daughters head and yank her out during birth-thouhgt he was going to pull her dang head off.

3. Launching fireworks for the local 4th july celebration. The main launch guy loads up a 10" round that was a 'refurbished' dud from a prior show.  He launches it and it only goes up about 50 feet-well this particular size shell explodes about 500 feet across-you do the math...we were running like mofos to get out the way of the blast area.  luckily it had enough arch on it to just land in the water where we launch them from and put it out before it exploded.  The thing just sat there and floated during the show.  After the show, the coast guard found it again and I went down there and got it in a bucket of water.  I was a little nervous about hauling this big ass shell around by hand.

4. As kids, sliding down hill throgh the woods, we would all come from seperate sides of the hill and crash together ath the bottom -which happend to be the road.  We would always have one spotter- to watch for cars, but this time, the spotter was not paying attention-we slid down crashed in the road and the nex thing I know, there is a size 36" tire about a foot from my head.  Somehow this guy in the truck managed to stop right before squishing my head on the snow packed road.

If it makes you feel any better, it made me think of my wife and kids, and I teared up a little.  I'm glad that things worked out.  I lost my dad, and that was hard.  We miscarried our second child, and that was hard.  But I don't think I could have survived if I lost my kids and my wife at the same time.  I just wouldn't have a reason left to live.

God Bless Texas

The F5 tornado that hit OK 5/3/99. Storming like a [b]MOTHERF#$%&R[/b]. Tornado sirens going crazy and the last thing I hear before the power went out, was an F5 tornado a mile wide was heading toward OK county.

Didn't get hit fortunately.

1. I was a kid and i was riding my bike at a nieghbors house on the other side of the road. it was slightly uphill from where i lived. It gets time to go home and I ride down the nieghbor's steep driveway and plan to cross the street while pumping the brakes to make the correct turn. Well needless to say the brakes FAILED and i end up going across the street way to fast, up a small bank and pretty much through a wire fence. Surprisingly all i got was a few cuts and scratches and i walked away. Im just glad that a car wasn't coming or else I might not be here today.


2. the first time I saw one of my parents naked! Oh the horror!!!!!

Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a winner!

First time, mine walked around that way all the time.

But, mine are:

1) When A Big Ass Tree Fell About 2" Behind My Head. A Storm (Hurricane) Had Just Come Thru and I Was Walking By A Tree When The Wind Kicked Up And It Finally Fell Over Right Where I Was Standing A Few Seconds Earlier.

2) When I Wrecked My Truck. I Was Coming Home Tired After Finals and I Took A Turn Too Fast. I Came Head On At A Light Pole AT 50 Mph. I Managed To Get The Truck Slightly Left And Took Off THe Entire Passanger Side Of THe Truck. I Was Unhurt, besides some minor whiplash. The vehicle was another matter. $8,000 in damage to an $11,000 Truck.

SNorman... I found the hospital there to be quite nice - of course the morphine may have had some effect on my observations [;0]

But really, Harborview was ok - it was the "Skilled Nursing Facility" that the insurance co. sent me to afterwards that really ticked me off.

My Daughter, took the message and gave it to my brother in Boise as Havard U.  So he's calling Seattle 411 looking for Harvard U's hospital!  He knew better, he just didn't know where to take the possibilities from there.  And of course the people at 411 had no clue either - nor were they inclined to try and figure it out.

Sorry to hear about your families situation at Harborview.  I had heard of a few accidents being flown from Montana to there while I was in there.  Our preacher actually managed to visit one of them.

And yes, the Doc's there are fantastic!  The guy that hit me wanted to send me to Bremerton... I'm glad he didn't win out.

Where abouts in WA are you located?  We're over on the Kitsap peninsula... If I had my druthers, I'd be even further west - but that commute would be a pain.

CK, glad to hear your dad is gonna be okay.
One of my scariest moments was similar to your dad's...I was 19 and working a summer job in a warehouse.  My stomach had felt a bit sore all day, but when I went to work late that afternoon, I got into the break room and doubled over in just agozing pain.  I was sure my appendix had burst, they took me to the emergency room, put me, doubled-up in pain still, on a table in an examining room and I waited for the doctor to arrive.  My parents got there before the doctor and before the doctor could get in, I started projectile vomiting all over the room.  Turned out it was just a very bad and very sudden stomach virus, but I thought I was going to die for a while.
Second most scarey moment was last year, when my car skidded out of control going down the on-ramp to the interstate and I wound up spinning driver's-side first into oncoming traffic.  I could see the Explorer coming straight at my door at 50MPH and I had time to think "This is not good" before it hit me.
Car had $14K worth of damage---they basically had to rebuild it---but I was totally unhurt much to my own amazement.  

i almost fell down a 3 story elevator shaft while on the roof of a construction site i was working at.
The shaft was covered with a piece of coragated metal that was inturn covered with several inches of snow.

When my drunk wife (girlfriend of one month at the time) accidentally fired a 9MM round a few inches away from my forehead in a Travel Lodge on New Year's Eve (1992). It was entirely my fault (long and stupid story as to how the Model 915 got a round in the chamber), and thank God Almighty the round didn't go into the next room and kill someone. The fact that I almost died, and the fact that I couldn't hear out of my left ear isn't what scared me. It was the fear of going to County Jail and getting ass-raped at age 23 that was incredibly uncomfortable.
The police never showed up, and I dug the bullet out of the headboard the next morning.

February, 6 2000.

Wifey and I were sitting in the living room on a lovely Sunday afternoon discussing new house plans when I broke out in a cold sweat.  The rest of the symptoms were fairly obvious.  It's about 38 miles to the hospital.  She got me there in 23 minutes.  Couple of days later and a stent took care of the problem (angioplasty wouldn't cut it).  

Will turn 41 on Monday.

chipo out.

Any one of the 4 back operations the wife has had.

One night while serving Uncle Sam in the South China Sea.  Watching a movie on the mess deck  and the power went out.  "Ha, Ha. The guys on watch dropped the load."  "FIRE, FIRE, FIRE. Fire in Engine Room."  Bad news on an Ammo ship!

My son was born lifeless. After they revived him he spent two weeks in intesive care. I thank God everyday that he is now 15 months and doing well.

PS...glad to hear your dad will be fine!

As scared as I have ever been, hummmm, it may seem strange but I had a M2 .50 mounted on my Bardly, My troops had dismounted, they where being flanked, I pushed the butterflys and yelled, According to my gunner I screamed and screamed, but I never let up on the butterflys. 33 people diead, I still dream about that. My wife still hears me yell in the middle of the night. That was a little scary.