Stepping back in time to when I was about 8 or 9 I almost died. One morning I was laying in bed and I had a stuffy nose. Suddenly I felt I had to sneeze. A brilliant idea suddenly came to me. What if I was to use the power of the sneeze to clear my nose? I envisioned the sneeze would blow all the boogers out. I sneezed through my nose, Well, I must have broken a blood vessel in my nose because blood started pouring out of my nose and wouldn't stop. I yelled for my mother and when she saw blood all over my face and the pillow she freaked out. She started carrying on like an insane person and was acting totally irrational. Blood was going down my throat and pouring out of my nose. It wouldn't stop bleeding and my mother was in a panic with no idea what to do. Suddenly I started feeling weak. At that moment I realized unless something happens real quick I'm going to die from loss of blood. It's going to be up to me to save my life. I had to stop the bleeding no matter what. I simply couldn't afford to lose any more blood. I used the back of my tongue to stop the blood from leaking out of my nasal passage and going down my throat. I pinched my nose with my fingers to stop the blood from pouring out. I exhaled and took a deep breath and held it as long as possible because I couldn't breathe with my tongue blocking off my nasal passage. I did this repeatedly until eventually the leak clotted and the bleeding stopped.
ooby_dooby: Stepping back in time to when I was about 8 or 9 I almost died. One morning I was laying in bed and I had a stuffy nose. Suddenly I felt I had to sneeze. A brilliant idea suddenly came to me. What if I was to use the power of the sneeze to clear my nose? I envisioned the sneeze would blow all the boogers out. I sneezed through my nose, Well, I must have broken a blood vessel in my nose because blood started pouring out of my nose and wouldn't stop. I yelled for my mother and when she saw blood all over my face and the pillow she freaked out. She started carrying on like an insane person and was acting totally irrational. Blood was going down my throat and pouring out of my nose. It wouldn't stop bleeding and my mother was in a panic with no idea what to do. Suddenly I started feeling weak. At that moment I realized unless something happens real quick I'm going to die from loss of blood. It's going to be up to me to save my life. I had to stop the bleeding no matter what. I simply couldn't afford to lose any more blood. I used the back of my tongue to stop the blood from leaking out of my nasal passage and going down my throat. I pinched my nose with my fingers to stop the blood from pouring out. I exhaled and took a deep breath and held it as long as possible because I couldn't breathe with my tongue blocking off my nasal passage. I did this repeatedly until eventually the leak clotted and the bleeding stopped.
My God, i hope you sent your mother on a first aid course
ooby_dooby: Stepping back in time to when I was about 8 or 9 I almost died. One morning I was laying in bed and I had a stuffy nose. Suddenly I felt I had to sneeze. A brilliant idea suddenly came to me. What if I was to use the power of the sneeze to clear my nose? I envisioned the sneeze would blow all the boogers out. I sneezed through my nose, Well, I must have broken a blood vessel in my nose because blood started pouring out of my nose and wouldn't stop. I yelled for my mother and when she saw blood all over my face and the pillow she freaked out. She started carrying on like an insane person and was acting totally irrational. Blood was going down my throat and pouring out of my nose. It wouldn't stop bleeding and my mother was in a panic with no idea what to do. Suddenly I started feeling weak. At that moment I realized unless something happens real quick I'm going to die from loss of blood. It's going to be up to me to save my life. I had to stop the bleeding no matter what. I simply couldn't afford to lose any more blood. I used the back of my tongue to stop the blood from leaking out of my nasal passage and going down my throat. I pinched my nose with my fingers to stop the blood from pouring out. I exhaled and took a deep breath and held it as long as possible because I couldn't breathe with my tongue blocking off my nasal passage. I did this repeatedly until eventually the leak clotted and the bleeding stopped.
Omg! How traumaric for you Good job your survival instinct kicked in
Played in a football match at 10,500ft in the Hindu Kush Pakistan. It was a small village with no road leading to it, in fact the nearest roadhead was two days walk away. The only flat ground around served as the football pitch, but where the centre circle would be there was a huge rock about ten foot high. We had to play around that. I was with two friends from the UK, we played on the same side and whenever any of us touched the ball we got a huge cheer from the watching and bemused villagers. I seem to remember our side won 10-5, it certainly was a (breathless at that altitude) weird but memorable experience.
Selenite: Omg! How traumaric for you Good job your survival instinct kicked in
The thing that amazes me today as an adult is that at that age I knew that a person could literally bleed to death. I got scared when I started feeling weak, that got me into a survival frame of mind. All I knew was I had to stop bleeding. I really don't know what my mother or anybody could have done, it was all on me.
One thing that is part of my life and definitely uncommun I think is that the communication language between my parents and me is Spanish because we're Spanish, between my brothers and sister and me we communicate in French because we grew up in France and our 'everday language' was French, and between my children and grandchildren and me we communicate in English because they grew up in UK and our everyday language was English... so depending which generation of my family I speak with, we speak a different language! When we have family gatherings in public places it keeps people around us rather entertained.....
Not sure it's weird but it's out of the ordinary...
PeKaatjeAnkeveen, North Holland Netherlands6,334 posts
When I was in highschool I asked people the directions towards my homevillage while cycling from school to home in the French language. Mostly they asked if I could speak english, and then I said: un peu (a bit). So they started explaining, and when they were finished, I said in dutch: Thank you, you're very kind.
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