I in no way vouch for the authenticity of any of these stories. If people's
lives are so dull that they want to lie about these things, I can't
really stop them... but feel free to call them on it.
"My Brush With Morbidity" by Alicia
was sixteen, had just gotten out of my sophomore year of high school,
and was starting a summer job where I lived in Florida. All my life
my mother has been into antiquities, and and usually frequents various
auction houses. That summer I was to work for some friends of hers,
who lived in an old theatre in Port St. Joe, Florida, and held auctions
on the weekend. I was to write tickets when the wife needed a break,
and clean up and serve beverages to people, and later help them pack
their treasures to leave. As you might guess, for a high school student
on summer break, it wasn't much for me to do, so I took frequent breaks,
and went about the town by bike or foot.
I could swear I've seen this movie before but I can't quite place it.
"My Brush With Morbidity" by Sade
grandfather passed away in 2003, but we can't really classify it as
'passing away'. One evening that year we got a frantic call from my
grandma that my grandfather had fallen and needed to be rushed to the
hospital. We hurried to my grandparents house and as soon as we pulled
up we knew something bad happened. The sidewalk into the doorway of
the house was full of droplets of blood, and when we went inside there
was even more blood. They had all tile floors and there was a blood
trail leading us to his room. They had already taken him in the ambulance
by this time. Inside his room it was like a horror film. My aunt was
mopping up the blood but that honestly wasn't helping. There was blood
on the ceiling, blood on the walls, blood on the furniture and even
the tv which was very far from his bed where it happened. The floor
looked as if someone had poured buckets and buckets - well you get it.
In the end my grandmother had to throw away everything in the room,
including both the box spring and mattress.
I think it could definitely be some sort of damned dramatic stomach cancer. Talk about leaving a mark when you go!
"My Brush With Morbidity" by Kelle
was a sophomore at college, and had been suffering from severe depression,
bipolar, anorexia and self mutilation for years; they all seemed to
be treatment resistant. I was at a good friends dorm when we started
to snort crushed Adderall, and qualudes. The effects started immediately.
I became extremely talkative and hyperactive. I confessed to him that
when I had attempted suicide that spring the night before I was drugged
and raped by a friend who lived on my floor and his friend from home.
I began confessing numerous travesties that had occurred to me. While
sitting in his dorm, I started to feel really funny. My heart was beating
so fast I thought it would explode, my skin became cold and clammy and
I began slipping in and out of consciousness. My breathing was rapid
and shallow, I began to panic. He knew what was going on and took me
to the bathroom, forcing me to vomit, but nothing came up. I began telling
him, Its alright; I know Im going to die and Im
not afraid. I kissed his cheek and simply asked that he hold me
until the end. As shaky and cold as I was, I felt warm inside and peaceful.
Sounds faded from my ears, everything was becoming really quiet, despite
a slight vibrating in my ears. His roommate, who happened to be an EMT
came home and saw me. I blacked out, and he performed CPR on me and
got my heart beating again. They took me to the hospital, where it was
confirmed I had overdosed and they were surprised I was still alive.
I survived and no one but the three of us ever spoke of it again. I
know it isnt as morbid as the rest but that day I almost became
someone elses morbid story.
"My Brush With Morbidity" by at245am
"My Red Scare"
Well, during the end of my freshmen year in high school, I never really hung out with anyone after school. I was always more concerned with getting home to get my work done so I could relax. On June 6, 2006, I decided Id hang out with this kid I knew and some friends, mostly because I had a final the next day, so I had no work to be done. So, we headed from school to his house, and then to the park. He was riding a skateboard, the rest of us just walked.
A conflict started to erupt. My friend Eric threw my friend Chris hat into a sprinkler. Chris, attempting to get revenge, threw Erics skateboard towards the sprinkler. I was standing by the sprinkler, and I heard someone yell watch out!. I started to look up, but I didnt even get to look all the way up. The skateboard hit me right on top of the head, towards the front left, about a thumbs length above my left eyebrow, in my hair. I stumbled, but I was okay I just thought it was a nasty knock. I jumped a handrail and asked them if I was bleeding or anything, and I looked down so they could see. Ill neve forget what I saw next. As I looked down so that they could see, a large amount of blood fell from my head, splashing on the black playground mats and forming nice, small puddles. I thought I was gong to die. I was standing my brother almost passed out in panic, my friend grabbed my bloody phone out of my pocket, screamed to my mom, and my friend Eric tried to console my brother as Chris called 911. They told me to sit down and put pressure on it, so I had to sit amongst the puddles of my own blood with my school shirt on my head. I had blood all over my face and hair, in my mouth, just all over the place. I was totally calm I felt more peaceful than ever, but I assume that was shock. Soon enough, a crowd formed, and this lady said to me Are you okay? You look pale! No, I regularly bleed out of the top of my skull Thanks .
So, the ambulance came, I was put on a flatboard and a stretcher, given oxygen. taken to the hospital (by this point my head was throbbing) and there I received two shots of anethesia in my bruised and bleeding head. Then came 6 stitches, soon followed by 7, count em, SEVEN, staples. Now, into a bruised and bleeding head, already tortured by 2 needles and 6 stitches .staples HURT. But, they then sent me to clean up, and I was almost shocked to see just how much blood I was covered in.
So, I went home, and that night Chris called me to apologize I forgave him and such. But he still refers to it although in a more humorous manner, but I can tell that its affected him. They all told me that its one of the most haunting things theyd seen. My friend Eric went home, and was pale and shaking. His father ended up calling me and asking me if I was okay and if there was anything he could do.
It was most definitely a morbid experience.
Even worse, I couldnt wash my hair for a week, until the wound closed. Therefore, I was stuck with matted hair, covered in dried blood for a week. Not a good time. I went to get the staples removed, and the doctor who was supposed to do it was about 6'6? and 300 pounds. His fingers were too big to handle it the tweezers. I was scared, needless to say.
the young nurse interjected, and, despite the fact that she was shaking,
nervous about hurting me, I will always be grateful for that. She actually
did really good too, so it worked out well.
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