I Almost Died!! by PretzelPoo
I could have just died guys D: And right after I said "don't unfollow me, I'M NOT DEAD!" So I was sitting on my floor when I went to turn on my lamp, and I fell backward, and pulled the cord of the lamp. The glass lamp fell off my shelf and shattered on the top of my head. When I realized I was alive I knew I was lucky. I have a cut right between my eye and my temple(an area that can be lethal if cut,) but other than that and temporary deaphness, I'M ALIVE!!
Okay bye now! #alive #death #lamp
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31 Jan, 2015, 5:46 am
I'm glad your ok ^.^
I one time accidently turned on the stove and burnt my dad's pizza box full of pizza..
31 Jan, 2015, 2:19 pm
HOLY KRAP!!! I'm glad you're alive man!
01 Feb, 2015, 2:30 am
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13 Feb, 2015, 8:06 am
I also had a near death experience. Two years ago, I was at a swimming pool with my nan. She was swimming around the deep end and I was just sitting on the edge, dunking my feet in and out of the water because I didn't want her to know I was a weak swimmer. Then, she told me to swim to her... In my brain I hesitated, but my crush (back then he was) was there... I did the stupid thing and slid in the pool. I did this wierd splashing movement in the water and went forward, but I panicked when I realized I couldn't reach the water. I Sarted to go down... And down. I panicked so much then! I was a weak swimmer because I had a phobia where I was (and it hasn't FULLY gone away yet) afraid of not being to touch the ground in water. Anyway, when my toes eventualy touched the water I tapped the floor with so much force to go up that I jumpped up out of the water, sunk back DOWN again. This process was repeated several times. In between sinking and gasping for air, I was (barely) able to force out a "help". Nan turned around, saw me, and as I bobbed up, and down I saw her comming. I was so mad at her because it looked like she was purposely going slow... Or was that just my shock and panic combination? When she finaly rescued me, I admitted my secret. I rode on her back to safety (the shallow end) and she taught me how to swim over a few days. Since then I've taken swimming lessons and am a confident swimmer. Even after my surgery, as physsio and kemo therapy have both been an important part of my recovery! ;-)
20 Feb, 2015, 2:37 am
dang, good thing you didn't