Close To Death Experiences

[kanny 21,099]

I had been to the dentist in the morning and was back too late to go to school for the afternoon, so my brother myself and two mates went fishing for the afternoon. Our fishing was walking up the river spinning for trout, we went further up the river than planned and I had to be back for a paper round. There was a short cut back home down a single line railway that took stone from the quarry down to the main line.

 

As we are walking down the line the daily train comes so we hide in some bushes by the side of the line and wait till the engine is out of sight, then we would jump on the steps of the ballast trucks and have a ride down to the main line. This particular day I had a lab pup with me and held him in my arms with my rod and a bag of trout. To get on the steps as the trucks were moving we would hold on to the hand rail running up the sides of steps and pull ourselves on to the steps. As I did not have a spare hand to pull myself on to the steps I ran along side the steps and tried to jump up on to the steps, but I missed and fell between the moving trucks, all I can remember is twisting between the wheels of the truck and thinking I am going to die, I could not tell you how long it went on for as the next thing I remember is sitting in a ditch at the side of the line.

 

My first words were "I am not dead" then I felt a numbness in my right hand and could not feel my thumb. When I looked I could not see anything as my plastic bomber jacket had been ripped and the sleeve was hanging over my hand. When I pulled the sleeve back up over my hand all I could see was my thumb flopping around my middle finger hanging on by a piece of skin and where my knuckles of my little and ring fingers should have been just a bloody mess with the bones behind the knuckles sticking out. The funny thing was even though I was just gone 15 there was no panic, and I was lucid enough to say we had to walk to the nearest farm to phone for an ambulance. When we got to the farm, which just happened to be owned by my uncles brother, his wife panicked when she saw the state of my hand, she phoned for an ambulance and was asked if they had my fingers, so one of my mates had to go back and pick them up. The blood loss was pretty substantial as you would expect and she wanted to give me strong black tea for shock. But I told her that I had not eaten all day and they could give me anaesthetic sooner because of that.

 

I had done some St Johns ambulance training and some of it stuck, I told them to apply a tourniquet to my arm to try and slow the blood loss, but it's strange, as there was not really any pain as such just an aching numbness from the elbow down. I think I used all my luck up that day.

 

TC

Bloody hell TC that was close you was lucky not to be killed... We use to do exactly the same with what we called the milk train..jump on in the morning to do some ferreting and catch the evening one back... Being a cabinet maker I've seen some awful injuries caused by woodworking machines and most have said that when it happened it didn't really hurt.

[waltjnr 7,359]

 

I had been to the dentist in the morning and was back too late to go to school for the afternoon, so my brother myself and two mates went fishing for the afternoon. Our fishing was walking up the river spinning for trout, we went further up the river than planned and I had to be back for a paper round. There was a short cut back home down a single line railway that took stone from the quarry down to the main line.

 

As we are walking down the line the daily train comes so we hide in some bushes by the side of the line and wait till the engine is out of sight, then we would jump on the steps of the ballast trucks and have a ride down to the main line. This particular day I had a lab pup with me and held him in my arms with my rod and a bag of trout. To get on the steps as the trucks were moving we would hold on to the hand rail running up the sides of steps and pull ourselves on to the steps. As I did not have a spare hand to pull myself on to the steps I ran along side the steps and tried to jump up on to the steps, but I missed and fell between the moving trucks, all I can remember is twisting between the wheels of the truck and thinking I am going to die, I could not tell you how long it went on for as the next thing I remember is sitting in a ditch at the side of the line.

 

My first words were "I am not dead" then I felt a numbness in my right hand and could not feel my thumb. When I looked I could not see anything as my plastic bomber jacket had been ripped and the sleeve was hanging over my hand. When I pulled the sleeve back up over my hand all I could see was my thumb flopping around my middle finger hanging on by a piece of skin and where my knuckles of my little and ring fingers should have been just a bloody mess with the bones behind the knuckles sticking out. The funny thing was even though I was just gone 15 there was no panic, and I was lucid enough to say we had to walk to the nearest farm to phone for an ambulance. When we got to the farm, which just happened to be owned by my uncles brother, his wife panicked when she saw the state of my hand, she phoned for an ambulance and was asked if they had my fingers, so one of my mates had to go back and pick them up. The blood loss was pretty substantial as you would expect and she wanted to give me strong black tea for shock. But I told her that I had not eaten all day and they could give me anaesthetic sooner because of that.

 

I had done some St Johns ambulance training and some of it stuck, I told them to apply a tourniquet to my arm to try and slow the blood loss, but it's strange, as there was not really any pain as such just an aching numbness from the elbow down. I think I used all my luck up that day.

 

TC

Was the lab pup ok...?

 

i wondered that?

[lurcherman 887 13,295]

f**k the lab , he lost his finger

[Tiercel 6,986]

 

I had been to the dentist in the morning and was back too late to go to school for the afternoon, so my brother myself and two mates went fishing for the afternoon. Our fishing was walking up the river spinning for trout, we went further up the river than planned and I had to be back for a paper round. There was a short cut back home down a single line railway that took stone from the quarry down to the main line.

 

As we are walking down the line the daily train comes so we hide in some bushes by the side of the line and wait till the engine is out of sight, then we would jump on the steps of the ballast trucks and have a ride down to the main line. This particular day I had a lab pup with me and held him in my arms with my rod and a bag of trout. To get on the steps as the trucks were moving we would hold on to the hand rail running up the sides of steps and pull ourselves on to the steps. As I did not have a spare hand to pull myself on to the steps I ran along side the steps and tried to jump up on to the steps, but I missed and fell between the moving trucks, all I can remember is twisting between the wheels of the truck and thinking I am going to die, I could not tell you how long it went on for as the next thing I remember is sitting in a ditch at the side of the line.

 

My first words were "I am not dead" then I felt a numbness in my right hand and could not feel my thumb. When I looked I could not see anything as my plastic bomber jacket had been ripped and the sleeve was hanging over my hand. When I pulled the sleeve back up over my hand all I could see was my thumb flopping around my middle finger hanging on by a piece of skin and where my knuckles of my little and ring fingers should have been just a bloody mess with the bones behind the knuckles sticking out. The funny thing was even though I was just gone 15 there was no panic, and I was lucid enough to say we had to walk to the nearest farm to phone for an ambulance. When we got to the farm, which just happened to be owned by my uncles brother, his wife panicked when she saw the state of my hand, she phoned for an ambulance and was asked if they had my fingers, so one of my mates had to go back and pick them up. The blood loss was pretty substantial as you would expect and she wanted to give me strong black tea for shock. But I told her that I had not eaten all day and they could give me anaesthetic sooner because of that.

 

I had done some St Johns ambulance training and some of it stuck, I told them to apply a tourniquet to my arm to try and slow the blood loss, but it's strange, as there was not really any pain as such just an aching numbness from the elbow down. I think I used all my luck up that day.

 

TC

Was the lab pup ok...?

 

He was, my brother was more concerned with him than me.

 

TC

[waltjnr 7,359]

my mrs wouldnt mind a hand like that !

[Astanley 11,588]

July 1993 we were stuck in slow moving traffic on the M6 ,a stifling hot day made worse by a broken passenger window that was stuck closed ,I glanced over at my mate who was driving and noticed he had a little sly smile as if he was pleased about something ,and the slowly a began to choke ! He had farted and let out the most obnoxious smell ever ,there was no escaping it ,it permeated every cubic inch of the cab ,I was alternatively trying to hold my breath mixed with big gulps of a truly vile ,poisonous ,thick cloying clouds of toxic gastric gas ,I started to get dizzy and knew if I lost consciousness the filthy pervert sat next to me would keep his window closed until I expired ,using the last of my strength and an almost superhuman will to live I stretched across his evil giggling foul smelling body and with shaking fingers managed to wind down the window on his side and let in the life saving diesel tasting fumes of the M6 .too close to comfort !

[Rabid 1,936]

That was a proper close call tc, a few fingers missing may not seem it, but a small price to pay.

 

In lower school (no idea how old I was) we were going to the game dealers one night delivering some deer and went round a wet bend in dads car, slid on the road and was hit head on by an artic, car was minced, parents were both hospitalised for 3-4 months, I had smashed legs and arm, brother next to me was out cold with a few injuries, I thought both mum and dad were dead, was a bad time.

 

At 12 we were down the river one summers day and my mate was throwing stones in for his family lab dog, it used to dive down and bring them back, only this time it was gone ages and didn't seem to be coming back, so my mate jumps in to try and help, but he was a weak swimmer and got in trouble, so I jumped in after him.... We ended up in the fast flow of the river and he was trying to climb on top of me pushing me under, I was getting mouthfuls of water every time, I knew we were in trouble so I punched him to let go, it made him see sense and I managed to get him ashore.

 

13 i went pigeon shooting with a neighbour, climbing over a fallen tree the 20 bore went off, about 2 foot away from me, what I didn't realise it hit my leg, inner thigh, I took the full lot, broke the bone, he panicked and legged it thinking he had killed me, I used the gun as a crutch to make it around a mile home to the farm, my old man went ape and rushed into hospital, 8 weeks and numerous ops later, I walked out with both legs (was touch and go as surgeon wanted to remove my leg), I had lost the artery in my leg, luckily the shot was so close to me it had cauterised the artery or I would have been dead within minutes, surgeons made me a new artery, pinned the bone, new tendons, skin grafts etc etc, I was a lucky lad, still have some shot left in me that was too risky to remove apparently.

The crazy thing, I didn't feel any pain what so ever until the car ride to the hospital when it just started to hurt a little, soon as I hit a+e I was knocked out for theatre thankfully as it was starting to hurt by then.

 

17 I was working on the motorways, we were spraying around the trees, we stopped for a fag break and sat on the crash barrier, my mate had forgot his fags so we got up and started walking, went about 20 yards when we heard a god awful schreeching and tyres, looked around to see a wagon hit the barrier where we had just been sat.

 

Late 20's, In a fuel station when we had a run in with a couple of lads in another car, we were arguing and been mr big I didn't want to back down, I was right up for it, my mate talked me down and the passenger of the other car smiled, waved a pistol in the air and said, good choice !

 

Early 30's in Spain, pissed up in a bar, my mate had tapped into some bird that turned out to be married, it all started going off, I was in the array standing my mates corner when another mate said leave it, I looked at him and he said, that fella has a big friggin knife under his coat, we all dispersed, and a day later the guy with the knife was arrested for cutting some guy in a club.

 

Thankfully nothing too major since those days, am a lot more careful what I do and who I do it with since those days !

[Rabid 1,936]

 

 

I had been to the dentist in the morning and was back too late to go to school for the afternoon, so my brother myself and two mates went fishing for the afternoon. Our fishing was walking up the river spinning for trout, we went further up the river than planned and I had to be back for a paper round. There was a short cut back home down a single line railway that took stone from the quarry down to the main line.

 

As we are walking down the line the daily train comes so we hide in some bushes by the side of the line and wait till the engine is out of sight, then we would jump on the steps of the ballast trucks and have a ride down to the main line. This particular day I had a lab pup with me and held him in my arms with my rod and a bag of trout. To get on the steps as the trucks were moving we would hold on to the hand rail running up the sides of steps and pull ourselves on to the steps. As I did not have a spare hand to pull myself on to the steps I ran along side the steps and tried to jump up on to the steps, but I missed and fell between the moving trucks, all I can remember is twisting between the wheels of the truck and thinking I am going to die, I could not tell you how long it went on for as the next thing I remember is sitting in a ditch at the side of the line.

 

My first words were "I am not dead" then I felt a numbness in my right hand and could not feel my thumb. When I looked I could not see anything as my plastic bomber jacket had been ripped and the sleeve was hanging over my hand. When I pulled the sleeve back up over my hand all I could see was my thumb flopping around my middle finger hanging on by a piece of skin and where my knuckles of my little and ring fingers should have been just a bloody mess with the bones behind the knuckles sticking out. The funny thing was even though I was just gone 15 there was no panic, and I was lucid enough to say we had to walk to the nearest farm to phone for an ambulance. When we got to the farm, which just happened to be owned by my uncles brother, his wife panicked when she saw the state of my hand, she phoned for an ambulance and was asked if they had my fingers, so one of my mates had to go back and pick them up. The blood loss was pretty substantial as you would expect and she wanted to give me strong black tea for shock. But I told her that I had not eaten all day and they could give me anaesthetic sooner because of that.

 

I had done some St Johns ambulance training and some of it stuck, I told them to apply a tourniquet to my arm to try and slow the blood loss, but it's strange, as there was not really any pain as such just an aching numbness from the elbow down. I think I used all my luck up that day.

 

TC

 

Was the lab pup ok...?

He was, my brother was more concerned with him than me.

 

TC

Good brother, that would have been me !

[DogFox123 1,379]

 

 

 

 

I had been to the dentist in the morning and was back too late to go to school for the afternoon, so my brother myself and two mates went fishing for the afternoon. Our fishing was walking up the river spinning for trout, we went further up the river than planned and I had to be back for a paper round. There was a short cut back home down a single line railway that took stone from the quarry down to the main line.

 

As we are walking down the line the daily train comes so we hide in some bushes by the side of the line and wait till the engine is out of sight, then we would jump on the steps of the ballast trucks and have a ride down to the main line. This particular day I had a lab pup with me and held him in my arms with my rod and a bag of trout. To get on the steps as the trucks were moving we would hold on to the hand rail running up the sides of steps and pull ourselves on to the steps. As I did not have a spare hand to pull myself on to the steps I ran along side the steps and tried to jump up on to the steps, but I missed and fell between the moving trucks, all I can remember is twisting between the wheels of the truck and thinking I am going to die, I could not tell you how long it went on for as the next thing I remember is sitting in a ditch at the side of the line.

 

My first words were "I am not dead" then I felt a numbness in my right hand and could not feel my thumb. When I looked I could not see anything as my plastic bomber jacket had been ripped and the sleeve was hanging over my hand. When I pulled the sleeve back up over my hand all I could see was my thumb flopping around my middle finger hanging on by a piece of skin and where my knuckles of my little and ring fingers should have been just a bloody mess with the bones behind the knuckles sticking out. The funny thing was even though I was just gone 15 there was no panic, and I was lucid enough to say we had to walk to the nearest farm to phone for an ambulance. When we got to the farm, which just happened to be owned by my uncles brother, his wife panicked when she saw the state of my hand, she phoned for an ambulance and was asked if they had my fingers, so one of my mates had to go back and pick them up. The blood loss was pretty substantial as you would expect and she wanted to give me strong black tea for shock. But I told her that I had not eaten all day and they could give me anaesthetic sooner because of that.

 

I had done some St Johns ambulance training and some of it stuck, I told them to apply a tourniquet to my arm to try and slow the blood loss, but it's strange, as there was not really any pain as such just an aching numbness from the elbow down. I think I used all my luck up that day.

 

TC

Did they manage to put your fingers back on ?

Unfortunately not. My thumb was dislocated, and my middle finger was sewn back on but the tendon was cut and had to be joined so I cannot straighten it.

 

 

 

TC

I lost the tip of my middle finger at work and it was worth it for the payout. I would do it again tomorrow but I don't know if money could tempt me with that, looks a mess.

[Tiercel 6,986]

 

 

 

I had been to the dentist in the morning and was back too late to go to school for the afternoon, so my brother myself and two mates went fishing for the afternoon. Our fishing was walking up the river spinning for trout, we went further up the river than planned and I had to be back for a paper round. There was a short cut back home down a single line railway that took stone from the quarry down to the main line.

 

As we are walking down the line the daily train comes so we hide in some bushes by the side of the line and wait till the engine is out of sight, then we would jump on the steps of the ballast trucks and have a ride down to the main line. This particular day I had a lab pup with me and held him in my arms with my rod and a bag of trout. To get on the steps as the trucks were moving we would hold on to the hand rail running up the sides of steps and pull ourselves on to the steps. As I did not have a spare hand to pull myself on to the steps I ran along side the steps and tried to jump up on to the steps, but I missed and fell between the moving trucks, all I can remember is twisting between the wheels of the truck and thinking I am going to die, I could not tell you how long it went on for as the next thing I remember is sitting in a ditch at the side of the line.

 

My first words were "I am not dead" then I felt a numbness in my right hand and could not feel my thumb. When I looked I could not see anything as my plastic bomber jacket had been ripped and the sleeve was hanging over my hand. When I pulled the sleeve back up over my hand all I could see was my thumb flopping around my middle finger hanging on by a piece of skin and where my knuckles of my little and ring fingers should have been just a bloody mess with the bones behind the knuckles sticking out. The funny thing was even though I was just gone 15 there was no panic, and I was lucid enough to say we had to walk to the nearest farm to phone for an ambulance. When we got to the farm, which just happened to be owned by my uncles brother, his wife panicked when she saw the state of my hand, she phoned for an ambulance and was asked if they had my fingers, so one of my mates had to go back and pick them up. The blood loss was pretty substantial as you would expect and she wanted to give me strong black tea for shock. But I told her that I had not eaten all day and they could give me anaesthetic sooner because of that.

 

I had done some St Johns ambulance training and some of it stuck, I told them to apply a tourniquet to my arm to try and slow the blood loss, but it's strange, as there was not really any pain as such just an aching numbness from the elbow down. I think I used all my luck up that day.

 

TC

Did they manage to put your fingers back on ?

Unfortunately not. My thumb was dislocated, and my middle finger was sewn back on but the tendon was cut and had to be joined so I cannot straighten it.

 

 

 

TC

I lost the tip of my middle finger at work and it was worth it for the payout. I would do it again tomorrow but I don't know if money could tempt me with that, looks a mess.

 

Oh it's not that bad and the women seem to like it.

 

TC

[king 11,984]

Some very close 1s lads.

Cracking thread.

[DogFox123 1,379]

 

 

 

 

 

I had been to the dentist in the morning and was back too late to go to school for the afternoon, so my brother myself and two mates went fishing for the afternoon. Our fishing was walking up the river spinning for trout, we went further up the river than planned and I had to be back for a paper round. There was a short cut back home down a single line railway that took stone from the quarry down to the main line.

 

As we are walking down the line the daily train comes so we hide in some bushes by the side of the line and wait till the engine is out of sight, then we would jump on the steps of the ballast trucks and have a ride down to the main line. This particular day I had a lab pup with me and held him in my arms with my rod and a bag of trout. To get on the steps as the trucks were moving we would hold on to the hand rail running up the sides of steps and pull ourselves on to the steps. As I did not have a spare hand to pull myself on to the steps I ran along side the steps and tried to jump up on to the steps, but I missed and fell between the moving trucks, all I can remember is twisting between the wheels of the truck and thinking I am going to die, I could not tell you how long it went on for as the next thing I remember is sitting in a ditch at the side of the line.

 

My first words were "I am not dead" then I felt a numbness in my right hand and could not feel my thumb. When I looked I could not see anything as my plastic bomber jacket had been ripped and the sleeve was hanging over my hand. When I pulled the sleeve back up over my hand all I could see was my thumb flopping around my middle finger hanging on by a piece of skin and where my knuckles of my little and ring fingers should have been just a bloody mess with the bones behind the knuckles sticking out. The funny thing was even though I was just gone 15 there was no panic, and I was lucid enough to say we had to walk to the nearest farm to phone for an ambulance. When we got to the farm, which just happened to be owned by my uncles brother, his wife panicked when she saw the state of my hand, she phoned for an ambulance and was asked if they had my fingers, so one of my mates had to go back and pick them up. The blood loss was pretty substantial as you would expect and she wanted to give me strong black tea for shock. But I told her that I had not eaten all day and they could give me anaesthetic sooner because of that.

 

I had done some St Johns ambulance training and some of it stuck, I told them to apply a tourniquet to my arm to try and slow the blood loss, but it's strange, as there was not really any pain as such just an aching numbness from the elbow down. I think I used all my luck up that day.

 

TC

Did they manage to put your fingers back on ?

Unfortunately not. My thumb was dislocated, and my middle finger was sewn back on but the tendon was cut and had to be joined so I cannot straighten it.

 

 

 

TC

I lost the tip of my middle finger at work and it was worth it for the payout. I would do it again tomorrow but I don't know if money could tempt me with that, looks a mess.

Oh it's not that bad and the women seem to like it.

 

TC

It was a very strange sensation using the finger for the first time after having the end took off.

[Tiercel 6,986]

 

 

 

 

 

I had been to the dentist in the morning and was back too late to go to school for the afternoon, so my brother myself and two mates went fishing for the afternoon. Our fishing was walking up the river spinning for trout, we went further up the river than planned and I had to be back for a paper round. There was a short cut back home down a single line railway that took stone from the quarry down to the main line.

 

As we are walking down the line the daily train comes so we hide in some bushes by the side of the line and wait till the engine is out of sight, then we would jump on the steps of the ballast trucks and have a ride down to the main line. This particular day I had a lab pup with me and held him in my arms with my rod and a bag of trout. To get on the steps as the trucks were moving we would hold on to the hand rail running up the sides of steps and pull ourselves on to the steps. As I did not have a spare hand to pull myself on to the steps I ran along side the steps and tried to jump up on to the steps, but I missed and fell between the moving trucks, all I can remember is twisting between the wheels of the truck and thinking I am going to die, I could not tell you how long it went on for as the next thing I remember is sitting in a ditch at the side of the line.

 

My first words were "I am not dead" then I felt a numbness in my right hand and could not feel my thumb. When I looked I could not see anything as my plastic bomber jacket had been ripped and the sleeve was hanging over my hand. When I pulled the sleeve back up over my hand all I could see was my thumb flopping around my middle finger hanging on by a piece of skin and where my knuckles of my little and ring fingers should have been just a bloody mess with the bones behind the knuckles sticking out. The funny thing was even though I was just gone 15 there was no panic, and I was lucid enough to say we had to walk to the nearest farm to phone for an ambulance. When we got to the farm, which just happened to be owned by my uncles brother, his wife panicked when she saw the state of my hand, she phoned for an ambulance and was asked if they had my fingers, so one of my mates had to go back and pick them up. The blood loss was pretty substantial as you would expect and she wanted to give me strong black tea for shock. But I told her that I had not eaten all day and they could give me anaesthetic sooner because of that.

 

I had done some St Johns ambulance training and some of it stuck, I told them to apply a tourniquet to my arm to try and slow the blood loss, but it's strange, as there was not really any pain as such just an aching numbness from the elbow down. I think I used all my luck up that day.

 

TC

Did they manage to put your fingers back on ?

Unfortunately not. My thumb was dislocated, and my middle finger was sewn back on but the tendon was cut and had to be joined so I cannot straighten it.

 

 

 

TC

I lost the tip of my middle finger at work and it was worth it for the payout. I would do it again tomorrow but I don't know if money could tempt me with that, looks a mess.

Oh it's not that bad and the women seem to like it.

 

TC

It was a very strange sensation using the finger for the first time after having the end took off.

 

That happened 47 years ago and I can still feel my other two fingers, odd but true. Believe it or not if I hit my hand in a certain place I even feel pain in them just the same as if they were there and I had clouted them with a hammer.

 

TC

[gnasher16 30,594]

Been in a few sticky situations i wouldnt want to share and had the absolute shit kicked out of me a few times as a younger man but a few of the more humorous scrapes i got in ( although not funny at the time ) usually seem to involve the sea.... i can barely swim but have a bit of a fascination with water....when i was a young boxing prospect i was bought a car and given a few quid to turn pro so being a skint kid off the estate i started acting the Billy big bollocks and went out and bought myself a jet ski..... one wknd me and a pal took a few birds to the beach with the jet ski,between us we had a few wetsuits and life jackets etc and from previous experience i knew the full length wetsuit kept you afloat with no life jacket,but me wanting to show my muscles off to the girlies this day insisted my mate wear the full length one and i wore the skimpy little short one,again with no life jacket !..... these were the old Kawasaki stand up jet skis from the 80's not these big boat things they use now....i was right out at sea throwing it around when i came off and suddenly learned that the short wetsuits dont keep you afloat like the long ones do....when you came off the ski would go round in a big circle on tick over so you could get back on but me being a piss poor swimmer couldnt catch the f****n thing...i was bang in trouble it had done 3 circles and id missed it every time,i was barely staying afloat and knew i was only going to get one more chance at catching the ski or i was a gonner as id drunk half the channel and couldnt keep my head above water much longer i literally just threw myself in front of it with the last bit of energy i had,it crushed into my chest and i hung on for dear life didnt even bother getting back up just opened the throttle laid behind it until i could feel rocks/land scraping up my knees..... so with claret pouring down my knees i walked back towards my mate and these birds pissing themself laughing at me not even knowing the ordeal i had just been through ....... so much for acting cool !

 

The other bad experience i had at sea was falling asleep sat in one of them inflatable donut ring things the tide had taken me right out into the shipping lanes i only woke up when some young lads on a speedboat shouted " oi mate ".... apparently id been in it for 2 hours and my pals back on the beach had thought id sneaked off somewhere with a bird ( so they said afterwards )

 

Anyway interesting topic this some pretty nasty stories being told.......hence thought id keep mine lighthearted

[ryaldinhio 4,973]

 

 

 

 

 

I had been to the dentist in the morning and was back too late to go to school for the afternoon, so my brother myself and two mates went fishing for the afternoon. Our fishing was walking up the river spinning for trout, we went further up the river than planned and I had to be back for a paper round. There was a short cut back home down a single line railway that took stone from the quarry down to the main line.

 

As we are walking down the line the daily train comes so we hide in some bushes by the side of the line and wait till the engine is out of sight, then we would jump on the steps of the ballast trucks and have a ride down to the main line. This particular day I had a lab pup with me and held him in my arms with my rod and a bag of trout. To get on the steps as the trucks were moving we would hold on to the hand rail running up the sides of steps and pull ourselves on to the steps. As I did not have a spare hand to pull myself on to the steps I ran along side the steps and tried to jump up on to the steps, but I missed and fell between the moving trucks, all I can remember is twisting between the wheels of the truck and thinking I am going to die, I could not tell you how long it went on for as the next thing I remember is sitting in a ditch at the side of the line.

 

My first words were "I am not dead" then I felt a numbness in my right hand and could not feel my thumb. When I looked I could not see anything as my plastic bomber jacket had been ripped and the sleeve was hanging over my hand. When I pulled the sleeve back up over my hand all I could see was my thumb flopping around my middle finger hanging on by a piece of skin and where my knuckles of my little and ring fingers should have been just a bloody mess with the bones behind the knuckles sticking out. The funny thing was even though I was just gone 15 there was no panic, and I was lucid enough to say we had to walk to the nearest farm to phone for an ambulance. When we got to the farm, which just happened to be owned by my uncles brother, his wife panicked when she saw the state of my hand, she phoned for an ambulance and was asked if they had my fingers, so one of my mates had to go back and pick them up. The blood loss was pretty substantial as you would expect and she wanted to give me strong black tea for shock. But I told her that I had not eaten all day and they could give me anaesthetic sooner because of that.

 

I had done some St Johns ambulance training and some of it stuck, I told them to apply a tourniquet to my arm to try and slow the blood loss, but it's strange, as there was not really any pain as such just an aching numbness from the elbow down. I think I used all my luck up that day.

 

TC

Did they manage to put your fingers back on ?

Unfortunately not. My thumb was dislocated, and my middle finger was sewn back on but the tendon was cut and had to be joined so I cannot straighten it.

 

 

TC

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I very rarely "LOL" but that got me! U horrible b*****d! Quality.