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Featured in: Accident, Blood/sweat/tears, Death, Luck(y)

One millimeter from death?

By: homppii | Jun 29, 2016 - 09:55 am

A few years ago (I was a teenage boy back then) I was in our garden kicking a football around by myself. It was something I often did as I was a keen footballer. The preface that needs to be added to this story, is that our house is on a bit of a hill, and our garden is built out on this hill, which means that there are basically cliffs off the end of the garden. Which are only separated by some bushes. You might already picture where this story is going.. So I was juggling the ball on my head, trying to see how many times I could bounce it up and down on my forehead. Being totally focussed on the ball, I did not notice that I was taking small steps backwards, further steps backwards, then some more steps backwards. Until.. I crash into the bushes and flips over the hedge and fall off the cliff. It was about 3-4 meeters down and I flip-flopped in the air and then I landed on my head on a sharp rock. I didn’t feel any pain, probably because it was such a shock! When I get to my senses are realize what had just happened, I put my right hand on my head and I feel a warm and sticky fluid. I take a look at my hand and its covered in blood! Thick, dark red blood. I don’t think its too bad and start to climb up the cliff to get back up. Back up, I realize that it is pretty bad because the blood keeps coming. I go upstairs in our house and wash off my head in the bathtub. I close my eyes as the water flows over my head. I open up and what I see makes me jump! The bathtub is filled with red blood water! Its soo red it almost looks like its all blood. I yell down the hallway – ‘Muuuum!!! – can you come to the bathroom???’. She was a nurse btw, so fairly used to see crazy shit. She takes a look at this and instantly says. We need to get to the doctor, now! We go to the doctor, shave off my hair around the wound, put in a few stiches and that is it. After all is said and done, the doctor tells me: ‘You were lucky son, if the cut had been one or two millimetre deeper, you would have punctured your brain and the outcome could have been really nasty.. Be careful now, we don’t want to see you here again for a while.’

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