What's the scariest thing that's ever happened to you? (NON WOO)

[FlyHighLittleBee]

Enjoying the woo thread so much but I've finished it now so thought I would reenact another of my favourites.

So what's the scariest, non-woo situation you've even been in?

Birth of dd

I was hit by a car whilst riding my bike when I was 10, luckily I wasn't too badly injured, broken wrist and ankle.

son had anaphylaxis 5 times. I have given his epi. last reaction took 2 epi pens to save his life.

am calm until afterwards.

God, some of these are horrific...

My flash-before-your-eyes moments include:

• DS falling top to bottom down steep stairs. DH cried as he felt it was his fault (DS was slippy as he'd just had a bath). I was icy calm. Until I had to give my address to NHS Direct and couldn't remember where I lived!! He was absolutely fine btw.

• being tailgated at 2am by a complete fuckwit in a juggernaut. Roadworks on M5. 50mph speed limit as down to 2 lanes. Twat right up our arse & absolutely nowhere to go. Busy as was a bank holiday despite the time. Twat then put on lights full beam and started blaring his horn. I couldn't even take a pic of his plates as he was inches from us. I just thought if we had to brake, he wld go straight into our sleeping DCS in the back of the car. Fucker.

• Car blowing up outside our house. Someone took exception to a bloke on the street who buys & repairs wrecks (yes, the 5 or so knackered cars that he keeps on our road are annoying but he seems a nice bloke). Dog barked & woke us up as he could hear voices outside. Minutes later, a massive bang & flash at 3am. Room looked like it was daylight. Bits of debris on fire landed in our front garden. Luckily, we live 30 seconds from a fire station but apparently the tank was only a quarter full. A full tank would have taken out a few of our windows...

lordsteatime; sending you big hugs. From another mummy who has 2 children who are epipen carriers. You don't know true fear till you watch your child literally dying in front of you. Xx

At the age of 15 being followed and grabbed by a man in the train station
Luckily managed to run away

More recently - being chased in enclosed field by massive herd of cows & not knowing if I would make the gate in time

20 week scan with DS, been told by the sonographer that she would have to get a doctor. Then having the doctor tell me I would have to be referred to the local fetal medicine unit as there was a problem with DS's kidney.

DS having his kidney removed at 2 years old knowing if anything goes wrong with his other kindey he could be in real trouble. He's 5 just now and so far no problems but I'm am so worried for his future.

Reading a newspaper article about a description of a guy who had gone missing, believed dead, while on holiday and realising that the description was of my friend.

Some of these stories have made me really sad; you lot are all unbelievably strong.

Staying with my brother while he died in hospital.

Getting a cab home from a friend's house at about 11pm on a weekday night. Cabbie was sketchy as fuck, making 'jokes' about having loads of points on his license and how he wanted to avoid the police. I realised he was taking me some random backstreet route rather than down the nice big brightly lit main road, and questioned him forcefully. We stopped at traffic lights next to a pitch black area of woodland; there was no one else around and everything just seemed to hang for a minute, like he was deciding which way to play it. He did take me home (and tried to overcharge me, the fucker) but when I think about it now I just think how much hung on that one moment and how lucky I was.

And on a lighter note, going in to check on baby DS after hearing a weird noise on the monitor and finding him semiconscious on sheets that were drenched in dark red chunky liquid. I shat my pants a million times over before realising that he had vommed up that evening's beef stew and was fast asleep in the middle of it all!

My heart goes out to all of you, some of these stories are extremely sad and heartbreaking mine don't seem half as bad in comparison.

Mine are when my stepfather beat me so bad that my thigh was black for weeks and my mum blaming me for annoying him.

My ex holding me out of the window and saying he could throw me out and will if i disobeyed him again.

Being homeless and a guy who knew someone i knew saying i could stay at his for a night, once i got there he forced me to take a bath and sleep in his bed, he then raped me and all i could do was freeze i had to stay there the whole night and was left to find my own way home in the morning.

Locking myself in the bathroom while on the phone to the police while my dad was kicking at the door threatening to kill me, this was after he strangled me for what felt like hours yet i wasn't scared at all and felt really calm.

The same ex i managed to get away from also strangling me against my mates wall in her house and her screaming for him to get off me all while her child was asleep in the next room, again i didn't feel scared but calm and happy almost that if i died it would be over.

Being told my daughter had a heart condition that didn't have a surgery to fix it and she could die, she then went on to have a cardiac arrest while i was on the train half way home we got off and were at a station with no one about and knew no taxi numbers, luckily a kind woman was there and gave me loads of numbers while my partner called a taxi, once the taxi driver knew why we needed a lift he cancelled all his runs and came straight to us, that was the worst car journey of my life but not the last.

Also my first child at 2 days old being threatened to be taken from me and having police photograph a mark on her and doctors wouldn't let her leave the hospital, one nurse actually rushed round when my daughter was crying on a ward full of other mothers and shouted to the nurse desk "its ok they're only changing her nappy" for everyone to hear and judge me on.

to all who have lost someone in traumatic circumstances.

Mine is really trivial but I was shit scared. I was randomly picked for a security check at Sydney airport. I was calmly sauntering over when I remembered that there was a huge joint in one of the side pockets of my bag. I'd put it there a week earlier as I didn't want it and hadn't wanted to offend someone. I was very young and the panic nearly made me pass out. They actually opened the pocket, looked inside and shut it again!

After having a crash section with DD due to placental abruption she was left with quite a lot of fluid she was trying to bring up. The midwives had propped up her little plastic cot to make things easier for her.

The first night after I had had her (still less than 24 hours) I woke because something was jiggling my bed. I looked over at DD as I had placed her cot right next to my bed so I could easily reach her. I will never forget what I saw. She was a dark purple/black and writhing around desperately trying to get air.

I pushed the call button and leapt over the bed and picked her up and turned her over on my arm and slapped the middle of her back. It worked as a second or two later (which felt like forever) she took a breath.
When the midwife came I completely lost it and became incoherent and instead of telling her she had had fluid she hadn't been able to shift I just gibbered at them to take her so I could sleep. I think I didn't want to face what had almost happened.

Half an hour later I had collected myself and went to find DD. I found a midwife holding her. I asked if she was OK and the midwife said she was fine and just had a lot of wind. I told her an abridged version of what happened (just said the colour she'd gone) and she said Dd's OK now.
I think the crash section combined with the drugs still being in my system from that, combined with the morphine I was also on totally addled me as I am usually a lot more coherent. I didn't burst any stitches but I didn't half pull myself around as I was in agony on one side for weeks.

The next was DS3 (who had always done has he had been told at crossings) just stepping out into traffic whilst waiting for the crossing to change. I screamed his name and grabbed him back but not before he had got within a whisker of a passing car. Even though it was only a matter of 18 inches from the pavement.
I took him across the road and the realisation of what he had almost done as I repeated you never cross till you are told hit him and he started screaming in terror. I feel most sorry for the poor woman driving the car who almost clipped him. She came back round to us and was convinced she had hit him. She was in almost as bad a state as DS3 was.

and for you, thinkingthingsover.

Oh yeah forgot another one DS2 crashing in the ER after his little body had given up fighting the bronchiolitis (he was 1 month old but had been premature so was still tiny) and then spent 10 days on a ventilator. DH and I just collapsed into each others arms as the medical staff pulled the curtain around him and went into calm overdrive. We were then escorted to a relatives room and the next hour and a half was utter hell waiting to see if he was stable or otherwise. He's just about to start university now.

My daughter being kidnapped.

An intruder in my house in the middle of the night when I was alone with the kids.

Those are the two that stick in my mind.

to all

Being 41 weeks pregnant with Dd and the midwife failing to find a heartbeat. She tried for ages and ages but nothing and had paged a doctor to bring the scanner down. She was being really really gentle and kind with me because obviously she thought Dd had gone. She had one last try and there was her heartbeat booming away.

Stopping a group of lads beating up a man and putting him in the recovery position and being covered in his blood.

Ds having pneumonia and doctors calling me neurotic and refusing to admit him to
Hospital or give him medication even though he was delirious and his temperature was 40.4 with nurofen and calpol.

After Dd was born I had lost a lot of blood and the midwife screamed 'there's blood pouring everywhere'. Not very calming tbh!

I have a few examples but wasn't going to respond until I read Larrytheleprechaun's reply and felt I had to as we seem to lead parallel lives:

"Bad car accident where my friend died and I later spent 5 months in hospital. Actually it was not scary at the time as I was only 17 but now it scares me shitless at how ill I was.

Son with croup, getting bad very quickly and the following panic when I brought him to the Doctor on Call.

Being told unexpectedly our 64 year old father had only a short time to live and knowing we had to look him in the eye and try to carry on as close to normal as we could. That was Sunday and he was gone Friday night. I wanted to stop being an adult that week :( "

Ok, here are mine:

Bad car accident on motorway in France. Aquaplaned at 70 miles/hour. I was in the passenger seat of a UK car and knew we were dying as DH lost control and we hurtled towards the central reservation, then up the bank where we flipped over several times. I was cut out of the car by emergency services and then spent 8 hours on a high dependency stretcher; we all spent 3 nights in hospital. After various scares snd a highly interesting trip back home we were all ok in the end, incredibly. I still have nightmares 14 years later though.

DS2 suddenly developed croup age 2. We've had an emergency ambulance ride (from our local walk-in centre - I was rather terrified when our triage nurse ran out in the corridor requesting 999 assistance!) and a very thrilling helicopter ride from a Swedish island to the main children's hospital in Stockholm. Was a lot less fun trying to get back to the island the next morning!

Finally and most importantly: my Dad died suddenly, age 65. He and my Mum had retired back to Sweden; she was visiting my sister in France. Police couldn't get hold of her so eventually called me. I'd just put children to bed and was waiting for DH to come home when I got the worst call of my life. I then had to phone mother, sister, brother, aunts... with the news. Still have nightmsres. Was extremely close to Dad.

Oh and my DH is Irish (as are our boys, half anyway). Would love to hear from you if you want to PM?

Some awful, heart wrenching stories on this thread.

Mine is nothing compared to those!

I took a racehorse up a sand track for a gallop. He pulled off to the side and put his foreleg down a rabbit hole, snapping his leg in half in the process. I went over his head and landed on my back on the sand at about 40 mph. I was out of sight of my friend and I remember screaming. Luckily some dog walkers were passing and called for an ambulance but I will never forget those moment being completely paralysed and convinced I would never walk again. I was whisked off in the air ambulance and had broken my back. 7 years later, I'm fine. Unfortunately I lost the horse and still have nightmares about him.

another female I was so close with we fell out and she damaged my car then broke into my house with another male and beat me up and stole my phone and purse.
Funny thing about all of this: I was the one who was arrested and went to court.

and was dragged down where brixton market is, it had no street lights and was 8pm at night, there is a bus stop opposite, people were looking but all the attacker had to say was "where is my money" and people believed I knew him and did nothing about it, people just walked passed.
When I managed to break free he tried to take my phone I ran to Brixton tube station which had police outside who also brought his act that he knew me.
I then saw some guy I knew he told me that the guy was with 2 other males who were waiting down the alley way.

I wrote that badly but makes me feel sick every time I think of it

I was 15 and on an army base, there was drinks at a hall that night and me and my friend who lived on the base went to the party. We met up with some of her friends and others who were friends of the friends and ended up going back to the barracks to carry on the party; there were 4 of us altogether. I was offered a drink by one of the men and stupidly accepted it, I blacked out after that and woke up in a mans room who had his face right in my face. I screamed and he calmed me down and told me that I had been placed in the middle of the road naked just outside the barracks and he carried me into his room and stayed up with me all night to make sure I didn't stop breathing. I was drugged, my friend was no where to be found and I have no recollection of what happened after I'd drunk that drink up until the point I woke up to the man hovering over me. Police were involved.

I struggle with trust and have lost a big part of me because of it.

Finding a body on the beach when I was about 11 years old.
Watching a motorsport and seeing a competitor lose control and drive into a structure killing himself immediately. His brother was taking part in the same race. Aborted landing (am terrified of flying) due to flaps not working. Circling for ages while the pilots figured out what to do.

Drying my hair as a teenager and suddendly flames shot out. No idea how it didnt set fire to my hair but made me very wary of hairdryers. never used that hairdryer again.