80 Life-or-Death Moments When Gut Feelings Became Unshakeable Lifelines
Not my gut, my mother’s, decided to drive to the ambulance/fire station instead of the hospital. Difference of ~10 minutes. Almost bled out from severed arteries.
Dad wouldn’t let her call an ambulance (America $$$) but couldn’t stop the paramedics taking me once she got me to them.
Had been bleeding and in pain for a month and every time I went to the doctor they brushed me off and said I was having a miscarriage.
Finally one night I got super dizzy all of a sudden and was in even more pain. My boyfriend at the time kept telling me I was fine and to go to sleep. Finally at one 1 in the morning I drove myself to the ER. I had a tubal pregnancy and my fallopian tube had ruptured and I was bleeding internally. Now I trust my gut feelings and tell everyone else to screw off.
I almost choked and died on a hot dog.
I had a few ways I could’ve responded: Freak out and make it worse, try swallowing really really hard only to fail, OR stay calm to preserve enough oxygen and think.
I kept calm as my husband was about ready to pull me out of the car to give me the heimlich. I took in as deep a breath (it wasn’t blocking completely), and coughed it out.
That’s the story I tell to people about the importance of chewing your food. Especially hot dogs.
Spouse and I came back home to our apartment late after traveling. We were both exhausted but made the somewhat weird decision on the way back to stop at the grocery store and get steaks to make dinner. There was an alarm going off in the house but we couldn’t find it and decided to just eat (warning sign/bad decision #1). In the time that it took us to cook and eat the steaks, we both started to feel very odd and would see a kaleidoscope every time we closed our eyes. By this point we were both realizing that it was carbon monoxide, but instead of leaving the house we opened all the windows and laid down on the couch to go to sleep.
I remember lying there, all snuggled up, and thinking “this isn’t such a bad way to die, really.” That thought shot me out of it and I immediately got up and forced my partner out of the house… and by “immediately” I mean I got up and forced them up, and then we both sort of weirdly puttered around for another half hour because carbon monoxide makes you forget how to behave. I packed a bag for us that was like, half of our clothes because I couldn’t think straight. Sat in the car together and realized we had to call a cab because he couldn’t read any of the road names (in our own neighborhood.) Had a horrible headache, nausea, dizziness and chest pain for the next two days.
Moral of the story is: get a carbon monoxide detector for every room in your house– especially bedrooms, living rooms and kitchens. Carbon monoxide is really scary, silent, and will k**l you in your sleep.
I was 14 and on holiday in Greece with family, I got ill with either sun stroke or food poisoning (same symptoms) and I spent 4 days not being able to hold down any food or water whilst being very sick, even a tea spoon of water would result in me throwing up 10x that amount but of bile.
And that morning my parents said they wanted to take me hospital but I felt fine, just couldn’t hold down food/water and really didn’t want to go so I said if I’m still sick tomorrow i would go then.
So they left for the beach and I stayed behind at the apartment, but as my dad got to the bottom of the stairs to our apartment he had a “strange” feeling that things didn’t feel right so he came back up with my mum and they took me to hospital which I was angry about.
We waited roughly a hour in the waiting room then got seen, we explained the situation and the nurses checked my veins then asked me if I had any pains/aching coming from my organs, which I did. After this they started rushing round really quick to get me on a IV drip. It took 12 attempts to get the IV in and after i was hooked up for a hour and they knew I was safe they explained that my veins had collapsed (why it took 12 attempts to get iv in) and that the aching feeling from my organs was them starting to shut down and if I had arrived hospital a couple hours later I would have died.
So basically if my dad didn’t get this “strange” feeling when he left i would have died in that apartment.
There’s a Through The Wormhole episode which has a explanation about what happened to me i believe. If you want to watch it for yourself the episode is ‘Is there a sixth sense’ is season 3 or 4 i think.
July 7th 2005, London bombings. I was studying at the university of harrow-westminster and a few of us decided to go to Spain. One of the friends was a native Londoner and I’d usually be on at kingscross station to meet them. Thank goodness for the Spain last minute trip…I would have been on the exact train hit. In fact my family believed I was dead for 24 hrs. No calls could make it in or out as well. Absolutely freaky how fast they got back up and running, and the blast zones in the station. Something just made us go on a lastminute trip, everything aligned for us to go too. That 1 decision saved to go out of town that day saved me.
I almost slept through the drs appointment where I was diagnosed with gestational hypertension and brought in for an emergency induction. That appointment saved my daughter’s and my life. The gut feeling was my moms. She told me to get up, it was a beautiful day and we needed to check on my baby.
Back when I was about 18, I had been in this phase where I hadn’t worn a seat belt for a couple years because it would give me really bad anxiety and make me sick and have to use the restroom.
It had probably been about 3 years since I had worn one, but this day, I was going to drive to visit from friend at his college and I decided you know what, time to break this mental roadblock, so i put the seat belt on. About 15 minutes into my drive, I hit busy road I always hit on my way to work as it takes me to the interstate.
