80 Life-or-Death Moments When Gut Feelings Became Unshakeable Lifelines
I’m not used to going to the doctor or hospital when I feel sick. 4 years ago, I had a very very bad stomach ache, no matter what position I’m in, it hurts like hell, I throw up even a gulp of water. Couldn’t sleep all night. Thought it was a food poisoning or something and kept recalling what I ate.
Called my brother early in the morning to ask him what he thinks? Does he know if there’s any tea or medicine that can calm my pain? He’s no doctor and knows nothing about medical stuff, yet he’s my big brother, I always assume he knows it all x)
He insisted that I go to the ER immediately !! As such pain isn’t normal and shouldn’t last that long (also thought it was food poisoning) ! And I listened to him ! Turns out it was appendicitis!! I had the surgery and all went well. But had I waited more, things might’ve turned out really bad.
Moral of the story: something wrong? Check a doctor!
I had sprained my ankle in the beginning of November and was diagnosed with COVID-19 at the end of November. Those two things (along with taking an oral contraceptive) led to massive blood clots forming in my leg and breaking off and traveling to my lungs.
Before I knew about the blood clots I was experiencing major pain in my leg and had told my parents, but they both insisted it was just my sprained ankle that was causing the pain. My gut told me something more was wrong, so I ended up going to the ER. It was there that the blood clots were found, and I was treated in the hospital for three days.
I’m so thankful I listened to my gut, because the consequences of the blood clots in my leg+lungs could’ve been much, much worse.
Few years back, my ex boyfriend and I were coming home from work. I had to stop at a gas station to fill up to make it home.
It was super late and boyfriend goes “it’s like 2am. I’m hungry. There’s a Waffle House down the street. Wanna go? I don’t wanna cook when we get home.” I didn’t want to cook either, so I agreed. I sent my parents a text saying “hey, we’re getting food,” and gave them the address, which is something I don’t normally do (being that they lived across the country) but I felt the need to let them know where we were.
We pull up to the Waffle House and I immediately didn’t feel comfortable. I told my boyfriend I didn’t like the vibes and he agreed that he didn’t want waffles anymore, so he just wanted to go home.
Next morning, I wake up to both our phones ringing. At least 30 missed calls. Texts from my cousins. Missed FaceTime calls from friends. I called my mother back and could barely make out her words because she’s hysterically crying, but she finally yelled “MY BABY IS ALIVE” to my dad.
Confused as hell and half asleep, I asked her what was going on. She told me to turn on the tv. I turn on the news and see the Waffle House we were going to stop at with the headline “Nashville Waffle House Shooting.”
I haven’t stopped at a Waffle House since.
In labour with my daughter. I only have the one child, so it was my first labour and I had no idea what to expect really.
All was fine, I was progressing slowly but surely, minimal pain relief needed… Then there was shift change.
My new midwife just wanted it over with. She was clearly bored and kept offering to break my waters. I said no several times.
My ex went to update the waiting grandparents and while he was gone she decided to check how things were going. She asked to break my waters, I said no. She kept her hand inside my while I was having a contraction and kept asking me. I’ve no idea if I said yes or not, I just remember blinding pain, so possibly I said yes to make her stop whatever she was doing.
After that things went FAST. I was in so much pain and couldn’t figure out what my body was doing. It just didn’t feel right at all. I kept asking her to check on me and check on the baby, she wouldn’t.
By this point my ex had come back, and he was asking her to check and she just said it wasn’t time to yet.
I screamed my head off. I screamed and screamed for help until another midwife popped her head around the door to ask if everything was OK.
My midwife said yes, but I shouted “NO!!! PLEASE CHECK ON MY BABY!”
New midwife hesitated slightly, as she’d be disrespecting a colleague but ultimately decided to check me. She did a 30 second check and looked at my ex and said “press the red button. Now”.
With that the surgeon came in and I was rushed off for a c-section.
As I was being stitched up, it was explained what the emergency was. My body was trying to push, I was, without knowing it, fighting the urge to push. I was only 3cm dilated. My daughter was in distress. There was no oxygen in the cord blood.
My instincts, plus the new midwifes instinct to listen to me instead of her colleague, saved both mine and my daughters life.
I am forever thankful to her.
I was backpacking in New Mexico and was about to take a step when I had a weird feeling and threw my arm out to stop my buddy from going, and directly in front of us was a coiled rattlesnake that began rattling like crazy. Was kinda cool because it was so outside of my conscious mind, it just felt like my body was like “don’t f*****g go there man”.
I’m not sure we would have died but it wouldn’t have been pretty. We had a fire going in the backyard at a friend’s house. My friend’s dad decided to burn some junk from the garage. Mostly old boxes and papers and stuff. So we’re helping feed that stuff into the fire. I grab the next small box to throw in and I can tell there’s something in this one. There had been stuff in most of them but it was always just pamphlets and little bits of packaging so we had stopped really checking and were just throwing them in. Well, I’m standing there with the box over the fire about to drop it when I decide to check this one. It was full of live mortar shell fireworks. My friend’s dad decided we had burned enough garage junk at that point.
Hit by a car while riding a motorcycle. Old lady who could barely see in Palm Beach ran a light and hit me. August in S. Florida and for some reason that day I put on a leather jacket and full face helmet. Helmet and leathers destroyed, I walked away.
Definitely had the feeling that a power greater than myself made that decision for me.
