“Low Sodium”: 61 Stories Of People Accidentally Getting In Serious Danger

I was pronounced d**d when I overdosed on h****n and Xanax. I ended up in a coma for 8 days, had 7 strokes and was pronounced clinically brain d**d never to walk or talk again. My mom came to say goodbye and I woke up. Nothing seriously wrong. 1 in 10 billion chance. Before that I had overdosed a few other times and nearly d**d as well.

I'm now 8 years clean and try to help others struggling cause I know how it is.

Oh I've had lots of these.

At 2 I was given penicillin and when into anaphylactic shock.

At 3 the car my family was in got hung up on the railroad tracks; we barely made it off in time.

At 4 the apartment we lived in caught fire and we couldn't get out.

At 5 I nearly drowned in Lake Lanier. If I hadn't floundered my way to a spot that my feet could touch I wouldn't have lived.

At 19 I had my first heart attack.

At 22 my appendix went necrotic and I went into septic shock. My heart also stopped on the OR table.

At 24 I had my second heart attack.

At 29 I developed a severe allergy to bee stings, and went into anaphylactic shock again.

At 38 I was almost crushed between a warehouse and a semi while I was changing the seal on a trailer. Part of my safety vest did get pinned between them.

At 40 I hit a puddle in my car while it was raining, spun out, and stopped within 6 inches of going off a cliff.

When the lift doors in a 40 story building opened and the lift just wasn’t there.

I actually died seven years ago. You can look through my post history for details because it’d be way too long for a comment on a post, but the condensed version:

I suffered an unknown cardiac event while I was jogging on a treadmill, fell, hit my head so hard that it immediately knocked me unconscious, and sent me into sudden cardiac arrest/cardiac encephalopathy.

Was in a coma for six days. Spent 23 days in ICU and another month in the hospital for a traumatic brain injury. Spent two years rehabbing the brain injury, but since then, I’ve finished college and earned my degree. Somehow didn’t suffer any brain damage either, even though my brain was deprived of oxygen for several hours.

Low sodium, I didn't know that was a thing. I strongly needed to sleep and was seeing fireworks. My daughter kept shaking me and talking to me until paramedics arrived. It seems I was trying to go into a coma. That was my only ambulance ride with full sirens and lights.

The ex-wife pointed a loaded pistol at me, finger on the trigger, because a long-term friend of mine, who happened to be female, texted me a pic of her 80ish year old dad holding their rescue cat, which, according to the ex, means that my friend wanted me in her p***y...

Whacked my head on the side entrance to my van hard enough to see stars and feel woozy the rest of the afternoon.

For the next year I had visual artifacts and massive migraines. But I have fibromyalgia and a few other things. I'm extremely accustomed to pain and s**t. So I didn't see a doctor about it for months.

When I finally saw my Dr about it, he sent me off for MRI scans with and without contrast. That night he called me at bed time and told me to pack a bag for a week and to go straight to the ER and to not drive myself.

It turned out that I have a subarachnoid hemorrhage. (A blood leak between the layers that envelope the brain) Most people go straight to the hospital because the headache will be the worst pain of their lives. Almost half don't live long enough to get treatment. The majority of those that survive get various issues caused by the brain damage.

I'd been walking and driving around with that for a year. The whole time, a big coughing fit, too much straining in the toilet or lifting heavy objects might have ripped the leak open further, k*****g me instantly.

It's been three years now and the leak is still there. I'm now waiting on a referral to get a second opinion from the neurosurgeons in the big city. In the meantime I feel like I have a time b**b in my head.

Heart surgery on my 19th bday.

0/10 would not recommend.

When I was a kid, I was swimming in the deep end of the pool. Another, bigger kid, who couldn’t swim, got pushed in on top of me. I had a little skirt on my swimsuit, and she kept pulling on it and in the process kept pulling me underwater. I vividly remember being able to see above and below the water at the same time and thinking I was going to drown. Luckily my mom was nearby and jumped in to save us. I never wore that swimsuit again.

Had a virus which attacked my system (not covid related) and walked into the hospital ER with blood oxygen in the 70’s, was in ICU within 15 minutes

They could not believe I was still conscious let alone walking.

Back in the 1980s I was in Chinatown in Manhattan. Me and my friends crossed a street and commented on the strong smell of burnt insulation. We went into a restaurant and soon after there was a loud boom. We went outside and the intersection we had just crossed was a deep hole. Apparently an underground transformer had caught fire and exploded.

I got hit by a drunk driver while walking my dog at 7am on a Saturday morning while on the sidewalk.

I was walking south on a busy-ish road, but not super busy for dawn on a weekend. Anyways I’m barely awake, just taking the dog for his morning business, when all of the sudden there is a terribly loud noise RIGHT behind me and then immediately pain in my back and right leg. I remember thinking “well f**k I guess this is it”, but in an eerily calm manner.

It’s a road with a slight curve in it, and I guess the drunk driver did not adjust for the curve, crossed two lanes of road going to opposite direction, hopped the curb and was heading directly for me and my dog from behind. I never heard him coming, considering it’s a main road for my area. The cops estimate he was going around 40mph when he hit the curb, based on how far he continued to travel.

Fortunately for me (I got a tattoo from this), there were two small Palm trees between the road and the sidewalk. Those two trees slowed the car just enough that when he hit me, he had lost most of his momentum. Another fortunate detail is that my dog likes to pull on his leash, so he was a good 5 feet/2 meters in front of me. He was unhurt, but was traumatized by the noise and my injuries.

I went to the hospital but was discharged within 24 hours. Bruising all over my back and right leg, the ugly ones that stick around for a month. F**k did that hurt. But fortunately no broken bones or internal bleeding.

If my dog had taken just 1 more second to sniff a bush or pee on one additional piece of grass, I’d be d**d. If I had started the walk 3 seconds later than I did, I’d be d**d. Those two palm trees saved me and my dogs life. It sounds silly, but I thank their stumps every time I walk by that spot on the road, which is about a 2 min walk from where I live. The debris from the wreck is still littered in the grass and mulch beds by the sidewalk, almost a year later.

The driver of my car fell asleep while we were on the roads high up in the Himalayas in Nepal. The roads didn’t have guard rails and the drops were thousands of feet. He was accelerating downhill towards a 90 degree turn. Everyone in the car was asleep but me and I yelled “HEEEEYYY!” from the backseat. That woke him up and our translator slapped him after she realized what happened. He was Indian and refused to eat Nepalese food and apparently wasn’t sleeping much. Glad I was awake.

Very *very* drunk after a wedding. Came home, walked the stairs up to my 4th floor apartment.

These were concrete stairs - and as I tried to unlock my door, I tripped and fell backward, tumbling a handful of steps down.

I got away with three broken ribs, so thankful I didn't hit my head.

When I was two, a media console + tv fell over and I cracked my head open. I knew it happened, but I only recently learned the severity of it in my 20’s from my mother. Apparently my entire face & body had turned purple, the EMT’s thought they were picking up a d**d body. I was airlifted to the hospital and my mom was able to talk her way into riding with me on the helicopter, something that’s almost never allowed. She stayed incredibly calm and told the pilot and EMT’s that if these were my last few moments on earth, she wanted to be by my side to make it as peaceful as possible. When we got to the hospital she said a chaplain was already there to greet her and started preaching about dealing with the d***h of a child. I don’t have the exact medical report (I am curious though!), but I was then in a coma for about 48 hours.

Obviously I fully recovered though :) I remember opening my eyes for a split second in the helicopter & hearing the loud sound of it. And then once more in the hospital room staring up at the bright light - the literal ceiling light btw not figuratively speaking. I have glimpses of this weird dream sequence in the hospital, but I kind of think that’s just my brain playing tricks on me/filling in the blank because I don’t remember much the following year or two while recovering from it.

Idk if it counts… Appendicitis that made the appendix rip which eventually caused peritonitis. Normally you’re in the hospital for a few days to get your appendix out. But it took me a few months, because the abdomen had to get fully drained from rotting substance. It somehow also caused kidney damage, luckily only minor permanent damage.

There's been a few but the wildest one was during my party years, found myself locked in my boyfriend's flat while he was comatose from booze, couldn't find the key and had a whole night left to party hearty.

Decided to climb out of the top part of the window, onto the outside ledge, hanging by my forearms, planning to shimmy down the drainpipe. There was no drainpipe. I was hanging off a 6th floor window ledge. Didn't have the upper body strength to pull myself up, couldn't drop down cos I'd d*e or be paralysed. I was there for 3 hours until his brother came home, I was tearing my shins and knees trying to climb up, but the fear kept me awake. Absolute IDIOT.

Choking on steak. Heimlich wasn't working for a solid 60+ sec, thought I was going into a dream state while panicking like f*****g crazy. Wasnt sure if it was real life for a moment, then realized I need to start trying to force it out as much as I could along with the Heimlich my dad was doing. Very close to going unconscious and definitely started to think it was the end. The whole event is hard to put into words really, scariest s**t ever.

Almost drowned in wave pool. It was in the 80s before they set maximum swimmers. I got pushed under but the fight or flight reflex kicked in I went berserk made like 5 other people almost drown.

I had a heart attack in my 20s at work, I woke up literally with EMT's over me calling the hospital informing me they had a d**d body and to prepare to handle me accordingly. He was mid sentence and ended it with a jesus f*****g christ. And declared me alive. I am now in my 30s, no incidents since then.