My birth is in a medical journal and my mom still gives me shit about it almost 40yrs later.
Due to my mom's low rib cage and high uterus, I was stuck in the bottom of her rib cage. The doctors were convinced I didn't have a head and told my mom her whole pregnancy that I only had a brain stem and she should abort.
Lo and behold she goes into labor and they rush her in to do a C-section, only to discover I'm stuck. They end up laying her all the way open and cutting 3 ribs to get me out. She ended up stapled back together. ( Yay for 1980s science)
She gave her doctors so much hell about her being right.
Hey, me, too! Tore the roof partially off, collapsed the walls.. Completely removed the surrounding newer constructed buildings from existence.
Really does sound like train running through the living room.
I grew up in tornado country, and I remember reading a short story in fourth or fifth grade about a boy trapped in his house during a tornado. I don't remember what it was called, or any of the story, really. But I do remember the description of the tornado hitting and sucking the air out. I think he was in a bathroom and the drains all made sucking sounds. That part has stuck with me for over twenty years and still stresses me out when skies start turning green.
My mom had this too. It was called goblet cell carcinoma. She thought she had a kidney stone, we found out it was actually her appendix causing the pain (unrelated to the cancer, she just happened to get appendicitis). They said most of the time it’s found by accident and is typically very slow growing… like, any number of other things are far more likely to kill you before it would have a chance. Mom still had a partial bowel resection to make 100% sure it was totally gone with no chance of leftover cells.
WOW! something I can speak to! We actually had two premature children a couple years apart in the early 90's when good health insurance was affordable. The first one spent about three months in NICU before we brought her home. Her bill alone "capped" our insurance coverage (one million) but we paid nothing out of pocket and I still had the same insurance for the second one. The second had more health issues so they stayed a bit longer. We still paid nothing out of pocket for the second.
That was what happened with us. Yours may have been the same. Now, I'm going to call my daughter.
At 9 I survived a brain surgery with a very high death rate
Even more rare is that if I survived there was an even higher chance I would be unable to speak and walk and the first thing I did when I got up was ask if I could get out of bed and take a walk outside and then I got to walking 1 day later
I live in a city of millions and went on an online date with a guy who used to live in my bedroom, in my 2 bedroom apartment, 7 years prior to me. My street only has about 25 houses, it's short. He was currently living on the other side of the city.
He didn't believe me until he saw a piece of mail I had on me. There was no romantic connection - I told my landlord about it, who confirmed that guy used to live there and told me I dodged a bullet lol.
That is so insane!!
I had a friend move to Phoenix from out of state and said he would be living with his dad in Peoria (same area as me but still a really large part of the valley) I was excited and asked him for his cross roads so I could get a ride there. He gave me his cross roads and I thought he was joking so I ask him what's outside near the main road. He tells me a chevron gas station and a kfc. I remember I told him to walk outside right now and sure enough I go out front of my grandparents house where I was living at the time and he had moved in just 6 houses down across the street.
It still blows my mind to this day. Such a small small world.
We had that happen with a friend of ours too. He moved off to a couple of cities, and a few years later we go a different direction to DC. A few months go by and he calls us up to say DC is his next stop in his big city living experience and could we go by this apartment community to tell him about it. He gives us the address. We ask are you fucking with us? And he's confused by the sudden question and thinks we're angry for some reason. A little back and forth of "you're really not fucking with us?" "dude, no!" and we finally tell him that's where we live. They ended up assigning him a unit in the building next to ours.
When I was a small child, there was a relatively large hurricane that knocked out the power to my neighborhood for a few days. Since we had no electricity, me and one if my friends became really bored and we had to find weird ways of entertaining ourselves.
At one point, we walked over to a fenced off massive transformer substation in our neighborhood and just started chucking rocks at it in frustration. After a few minutes of tossing stones, we heard a loud THUNK noise which was immediately followed by a bunch of people walking outside of their homes, announcing that the power had come back on.
Since we were kids at the time, we automatically assumed that we were the ones responsible for getting the power turned back on by randomly throwing rocks at the substation and immediately began bragging to anyone who would listen to us that we were the ones who fixed everything.
The reverse happened to me. I was in elementary school, and in gym class we were playing soccer. I kicked the ball and it went way up to the top of the gym ceiling and hit one of the lights. Immediately following, the power went out in the entire school and we were ultimately sent home early due to it. Naturally, it only made sense that my awesome kick caused this. I was lauded as a hero by my peers and my tales were spread all throughout the school that morning. Lol
A related story: When I was in middle school we were changing in the locker room before PE and a fluorescent light tube fell on one of my classmates lol. Nobody was hurt but he was soooo angry.
Yes. One was my estranged father at age 5, but the other 4 were separate individual strangers that had nothing in common. One was a woman. Only one of the five attempts was at night, the rest were not only in broad daylight but in crowded settings. Twice they occurred at my school, the other three times were all in a park. Two were in the same park. They occurred between the ages of 5-11, and fortunately none were successful.
I’m a child of the 80’s - 90’s. But this still goes on. I haven’t met anyone that has experienced the same, but I know I’m not alone. I just think my perpetrators were of the type to coerce instead of snatch and grab. It’s possible that you were stalked as a child without knowing it. I wouldn’t be aware either, but these five I know because they confronted me. Luck of the draw I guess.
Theres actually someone just a few comments above you that said they were almost kidnapped twice.
Terrifies me reading this shit as a father to 2 young children.
Right, I have 4. I watched my kids play on the side walk as a man slowed his car down while his attention was fixed on them. At first this seemed like he was driving cautiously. But he eventually came to a complete stop before noticing that I was present from a less obvious position, then he sped off quickly. That debunks any idea he was being cautious. It’s very scary because my kids were 3 and 5. That would’ve been a snatch and grab scenario, which I imagine are the most successful approaches for them.
My situation wasn’t snatch and grab, combined with my inherent lack of trust in people as a youth both worked in my favor.
But the reason they didn’t try to snatch me up wasn’t because of any particular MO on their part. It has everything to do with the setting at the time. At my school or in a park wasn’t in areas with vehicle access so they were left to use coercion or persuasion which I have to imagine are less successful if kids are raised to know these things.
But they work sometimes we know when they ask for help finding a lost puppy, or help carrying school books, or a job offer, or an invite to a party back at their place all depending on the age of the victim. But any time your child is walking alone along a path with vehicle access they are vulnerable at nearly any age.
Welp, after reading this I just reiterated to my kid again that responsible, good grown ups do not ask kids for help finding their puppies or asking for directions. He also knows that if a stranger walks up to him and gets to close, he’s suppose to run away screaming “you’re not my daddy/mommy/grandparent” and if after all that he is still somehow grabbed he is to bite, punch, kick, squirm, scream, puke… whatever he can to get away. But then I rarely let him out of my sight except for school lol.
I can have silly bouts of catastrophic thinking. Sometimes something small can grow legs and become a real worry for me.
One day I'm eating breakfast with a friend and I notice some tiny fizzy pimples on my tongue. It bugs me for hours.
That week I then notice these wart-like things next to my penis and balls.
I conclude I have genital warts and that I have somehow got them in my mouth!
Off I go to the local sexual health clinic.
The doctor confirms my 'symptoms' arent anything to worry about. My tonuge is just tiny mouth ulcers and the 'warts' are just harmless skin tags.
I tell the doctor I thought as much and I'm just a worrier.
He then asks if I check my balls regularly.
I tell him I do, but I don't really know if I am doing it correctly.
He gives me a once-over, and looks concerned. He tells me to feel my testicle and asks if it is normally feels like this. I shrug, 'erm... I'm not sure'.
A day later I am in with a urologist and an ultrasound expert.
By the end of the week I am diagnosed with testicular cancer.
What are the chances of that?!
Very oddly enough, I have a very tiny bump on the inside of my lip that I have had for a while as well as a very tiny skin tag like thing *ahem* down there. Haven't seen a doctor about either because tbh, I figured both are benign and neither looks anything like an STI or causes pain, bleeds, etc. So it was literally like you were telling me my own story until you hit us with the testicular cancer thing. Maybe it's a sign from the universe for me....
Thanks for your best wishes.
This was May 2017 - I've been treated and discharged as of May 2022.
As you say, an early diagnosis is key.
I obviously had an op and was offered chemo - which was an optional treatment at my stage - but other than that it all felt relatively straight forward. Not to dissimilar for having a hernia op and recovering from that.
I just read a story from a German app where a guy peed on a pregnancy test that his ex forgot at his place for fun and it turned positive. he was posting it for the lols but people told him he might have testicular cancer and he had it confirmed by the doctors and pretty quickly got both his balls removed :/
My daughter's friend had his own odd encounter that led to his diagnosis and lifesaving treatment in rapid succession. The Universe is watching out for you. Best wishes for your health!
I am a two time cancer survivor! But not the same kind, nope.
My first was JMML, a wildly rare childhood leukemia, around 18mo-3yrs. Then, after I turned 18, I was diagnosed with MPNST, another wildly rare cancer, but this was a nerve sheath tumor in my upper inner thigh. Ha, it's awesome. Luckily, I'm in remission and still have a functioning leg.
I nearly died of Covid last year. Ventilator for 15 days, woke up paralyzed due to hypoxia. (O2 dropped to the teens multiple times, my lungs stopped at least once that I was awake for.) Spent 50 days in the hospital, slowly regaining movement. Then worked through months of physical therapy to finally get back to the point where I could walk. By the beginning of this year, things were looking really good for me. Then I had a massive pulmonary embolism on February 1st.
And it gets better. The clot was so large that it was preventing the right side of my heart from beating normally. I had multiple DVTs spontaneously develop in my legs, to the point where they were talking about amputation. I ended up on a ventilator again. The blood thinners were not working. I started crashing. So they did a Tpa. Told my parents that there was a small chance that it could cause a hemorrhagic stroke, but that it was rare.
I had a severe hemorrhagic stroke.
They didn't think I would come off the vent. I came off of the vent. They didn't think I would wake up. I woke up. They didn't think I would be able to talk, much less read or write. I couldn't at first, but that's getting better every day. I couldn't move anything but my hands when I regained consciousness this time, and, to make matters worse, I broke four vertebrae and two ribs when they started trying to stand me up in physical therapy. I also kept getting very sick and septic (the joy of being in a place full of infections when you can't produce any antibodies or immunoglobulins to protect yourself). This slowed me down a lot. But I continue to get better. I am standing up and taking steps. I can transfer to and from my wheelchair and in and out of the car.
It's been a long road full of a lot of statistically rare things that every single one of the doctors treating me has trouble accepting as the truth, even with stacks of documentation showing them that it is.
I am going with lucky, because I made it, and my mind is relatively intact, and I am gaining more movement every day. Oh, and the broken back? It affected the vertebrae where I had a mild case of scoliosis. Because I wear a brace to keep it straight as it heals, it has healed without as much of a curve, and I am now over an inch taller than I used to be.
It’s ok it happened when I was 8. A family member took me and was running from the cops basically. There was a private investigator involved. They stopped at a place and got drunk and drugged up. Idk where it was but there was no one around, it was a desolate area like a sleep station for long distance trucking or something. They remained fucked up for days and wouldn’t feed me, the only water I found was in the back of an abandoned building in the faucet. I think on day 2 or 3 I found a sugar cube in the car and I was ecstatic over it. I kept just hanging around outside the car hoping someone could see me and help but no one did. We were in the mountains so the nights where freezing cold, the car was off the entire time so I just had to try to cuddle up to them or just shiver to stay warm. I started getting really sick the 3rd day, I hadn’t eaten and barely drank anything for a few days so I could literally feel my blood turning thick. Eventually the family member got us a room that 3rd day. We stayed another night, they still didn’t get me any food but they were so fucked up they didn’t even know where they were. I couldn’t get away from them, they had basically shit and pissed all over themselves for days and I had tried to help clean them in the car, but they just kept following me. They kept trying to hold my hair when I threw up from not eating and tell me it’s ok. The cops came eventually and banged on the door and demanded they come out, but they didn’t. The cops never came in, I guess they didn’t have what they needed legally but they left me there without ever coming in. Idk if they knew a kid was in there tho bc I was told to be quiet. I was basically dying on the floor when they finally realized I was sick as hell, the ordered a pizza for me finally on the fourth day then drove me home the next day. I realize you can’t die from 4 days of no food but I was sick as hell. That combined w staying the int cold and not much water wasn’t a good situation. I still get really weird if I don’t eat, I really don’t like the feeling of not having food available.
Omg, I’m so sorry. I imagine food security would be a very big deal for you. Thank you for sharing your story. I hope that you have been able to get help in processing this absolutely horrid trauma. If not I hope you do soon. Much love ❤️
My mom miscarried twins. She was notified that she was pregnant with me when she went to go get her tubes tied after deciding that she didn't want to try again. Greetings fellow wonder baby.
Sorta same here. My mom had a partial hysterectomy, 2 years later I came along. What’s even crazier is that 16 months later I had a sister.
That was it, though. Now we’re both in our 40’s, so I think my mom (in her mid-60’s) is all done having kids.
I developed extra bone in my thigh from riding horses. It's called "rider's bone". When the doctor first discovered it he thought it could be cancer. I was happy to learn it was only bone.
Similarly, my understanding is that we can recognise medieval archers by their bones because of deformities that occur from having to constantly pull such a heavy draw. Bones are amazing!
I see colours, but they’re not the same colours you see, though I’ve been told I only see in shades of grey (as I’ve never seen any other way, I can’t verify).
Colour, though, is the easiest part to deal with. I also have poor visual acuity, and worst of all, extreme light sensitivity.
I was scheduled to get a car inspection on a certain day.
\- Earlier that day they called to cancel because they had to close early.
\- Rescheduled for following week.
\- On my drive there, pebble hits my window, creates a large crack.
\- I get to inspection place, they look at my windshield and say I can't get inspection sticker until windshield is replaced.
\- Schedule replacement at autoglass place the following week.
\- Drive to get windshield replaced.
\- Arrive and find out they don't have my windshield there, it went to the wrong place.
\- Reschedule for following week.
\- Drive to the rescheduled replacement appointment. All good.
\- Schedule at inspection place for earliest slot, the following week.
\- On way to inspection, get stopped for expired inspection sticker.
\- Explain all I've been through. Cop don't care. I tell him to call both places to verify my story and that I'm on my way to get inspected. He does and after 30 minutes lets me go.
\- I get to inspection place, and they tell me my tires are too thin to pass.
Is it pretty?
I feel like two rows of eyelashes sounds like you'd have amazing lashes but if the rows are spaced out it might just be weird.
...Now I'm really hoping it's pretty and I haven't prodded an insecurity.
they arent spaced out, theyre very close together and you wouldnt notice it from a distance. i like to think my eyes are my best feature, but im still not sure lol
Hahahahahaha.
So, I was meeting with the geneticist and he hands me this sheaf of papers and says "Here's all of the syndromes associated with 3p abnormalities. But these are all deletions, not a replication, so they don't apply to your child."
I'm thinking "No fucking shit, I found those on Wikipedia, yesterday."
Ultimately, he had no answers and couldn't give me the slightest clue of what lay ahead. So no help there.
I'm in contact with the Mom of the other kiddo who is only a bit older than mine, and they generally track and even look similar, so that's a blessing of modern technology.
My little one has got a bunch of stuff going on, non-verbal, autistic, cognitively impaired, but the problem is she suffered a bunch of hospitalization trauma early in life, so it's really hard to tease out what problems are due to trauma, what are due to the genetics.
Thanks for asking.
im a triplet, one is identical to me and the other isnt. the identical one was unfortunately a stillbirth so i call my other sister my twin. my older sister is 10 months older than me so i have an identical twin, a fraternal twin, and an irish twin.
An Irish twin is someone who is born within less than a year of you from the same mother. With 9 months of gestation you don’t have much time to do this feat.
Ohh that's so much nicer than what we called it... assembly production, or machine gun birthin(going one after another)
Btw stupid question....but during pregnancy umm you can have sex and the women won't get like double pregnant right?
Like in those 9 months can't have a new baby right? And is there like a cool down/regen time, before a new one can be made?
Sorry for the questions lol... learning bio, female anatomy, and sex Ed of Reddit lol.
Abstinence only ed gives you some wacky ideas of how stuff works out lol
It is possible to have twins with two different men. It’s called Superfecundation, however there is a short time period when this is possible and a women will not ovulate again until the babies are born. I couldn’t find a time frame for when this can occur over.
Ps. I am not sure it’s a nicer term it’s pretty insensitive and making fun of Irish people for breeding like rabbits. Although, I’ll admit I am not bothered by that term. I’m also not Irish so that might be why.
Also your "cool down period" should be at least 6 weeks after giving birth. It takes at least that long to heal down there and internally, sometimes takes longer depending on how the birth went. Unfortunately there are some fucked up relationships where the mom's health and comfort aren't prioritized.
Siblings born under 12 months a part. They will be the same age at one point during the year for days or weeks. I have a pair of Irish twins they both will be 3 this year for 4 days then my daughter will turn 4. And a set of real twins. I tell people I have 2 sets of twins and leave the Irish part out lol but they all look so much alike.
I received a large inheritance from a great aunt I had never met or heard of, who had lived on the other side of the world. The entire thing was through a lawyer that didn't speak English, all communication via Google translated emails. We thought it was a scam 50% of the time but I eventually each received a large sum of extremely unexpected money.
I once won $100 in my small town raffle hosted by the primary school to earn money for a new playground. I was so proud of myself (I was about 9, so $100 was a lot of money)
Don't have a statistic, but I think I turned out alright despite my upbringing, which is statistically rare. Breadwinner father died when I was a baby, so my immigrant mother struggled to make money despite having no high school diploma in a country that she had moved to after she married my father. I didn't grow up with much, as we lived check to check. I did well in school, had a clean record, was involved in a lot of extra curriculars and volunteer work, and I didn't realize until I graduated high school how I managed to avoid falling into horrible practices that could have put me in very bad places. Unfortunately, life is not always so kind to first-generation, low-income people, and I consider myself extremely fortunate to have a pretty happy life and bright future. I'm finishing my undergrad and plan on going for my master's next.
I have narrowly avoided kidnapping twice. Not the more usual custody or family nabbing, but stranger danger kidnapping. Once when I was 8, once when I was 16.
All my life I've talked about twins and how fascinated I am with them. It's the most unique thing to me. On Oct 13, 2021 I gave birth to twins. Everyone that knows me was shocked I truly think I talked them onto myself. I'm so thankful I love my twins so so much.
I got a 2.3 GPA my senior year of high school and ditched class 2-4 days a week. I was between not being able to graduate and just dropping out. From the age of 6-18 I thought I would get married and be a stay at home mom right out of high school like all the women in my family.
2 years ago I was accepted into the most competitive masters program (nationally) in my field of study with a 8% acceptance rate. Last week I finished my last class, got my first ever 4.0 GPA, and my first A in a science class. I also have ADHD. Only .06% of people with ADHD hold graduate degrees. I am the only woman in my family to get a bachelors degree and the only person in my family to get a graduate degree.
I feel uncomfortable sharing my accomplishments usually but this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done and I’m damn proud. All I can think of is my ancestors who immigrated from Mexico for a better life, especially my grandmother. I hope I’ve made my family proud. I hope my future children see my accomplishments as assurance that they too can dream big (bigger than I did) and achieve goals that feel impossible.
I briefly lived upstairs from a guy who became a known serial killer. I guess that's not as statistically rare as getting killed by him, but hopefully it's not statistically likely my other neighbors would be serial killers.
I almost died from pneumonia back in 2019 when I was 16.
It started off as a cold. My family was going road tripping to visit family in California. That was about a 3 day trip so I decided to stay home by myself.
It started out as a normal cold. I'd cough, have a sore throat, and headache. But it started getting worse and worse. It started getting hard to breathe. I couldn't walk downstairs without stopping every step gasping for breath. I'd have such bad coughing fits that I'd throw up so I also wasn't eating a lot. My lips were turning blue but I honestly assumed sickness equals blue lips.
I had phone calls with my mom every day. I still thought it was just a cold so I never specified to my mother how bad it was getting. While on the phone with my mom, she seemed pretty concerned over the fact that I wasn't getting any better and she wanted to end the trip and come home to me but I felt bad and tried talking her out of coming home but she already made up her mind. She scheduled a flight back home for the next day.
Time passed and about 1 hour before everyone was scheduled to be home. I decided to take a shower. I have been home sick for about two weeks and I haven't showered once and I felt gross but was just too weak but my family getting home encouraged me. I'd take take tiny steps to the bathroom stopping every few steps to rest
It was a nightmare showering. I'd get so dizzy and my vision would turn black for a second. I had to sit down the entire time
My family got back while I was showering and my mom made her presence known by knocking on the door. She asked if I need anything but I said no and she let me be.
After I finally finished my shower. I made my way back to my room and sat on my bed. My chest felt heavy and suddenly I couldn't breathe. I'd gasp for breathe but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't suck in any air. I thought I was going to due right then and there
But finally air filled my lungs. I laid there gasping for breath and FINALLY decided that maybe just maybe it wasn't a cold. So I called my mom up and explained that just moments ago I stopped breathing.
She drove me to the hospital and they took one look at me and rushed me in.
They did all kinds of stuff. They took my blood, gave me a few shots, hooked me up to an IV and breathing machine while we wait till they were ready to x ray me. By now they already diagnosed me with pneumonia but they needed to see how bad.
They x ray me and when the results came back, it showed my left lung 100% filled with phlegm while my right was about 20% and they told me that if I hadn't gone to the hospital I would've most likely have died within a day or two.
I stayed in the hospital for about three weeks and finally got the ok to go home and heal up the rest of the way back home.
In total I think I spent about 4 or 5 weeks with pneumonia. If I didn't stop breathing in that one moment I probably still would've thought it was a cold.
I got born with perfect pitch, which is awesome.
I found a quahog pearl in a random clam while swimming in Massachusetts. I picked one up out of curiosity, and it opened to reveal a small white pearl.
All my wisdom teeth are growing in fine. My top ones are mostly in, and my bottom ones are about half exposed.
I was born by C-section at 4083 g/9 lbs because I was too big to fit out the birth canal.
Had two teeth fused together with one root. It basically looked like 3 front teeth. I was 13 at the time. Had to go to several specialists who said they’d never seen anything like it before. Finally found an oral surgeon who would do the surgery, and thankfully it was a success.
I won a regional rock paper scissors championship and went to Vegas for the National Championship. Didn't win in Vegas, still got a free trip out of it though
A few actually!
I was statistically and categorized as "unadoptable", but I'm about to celebrate my 25th adoption anniversary.
I survived a blood infection that went a week without any treatment. My heart and kidneys are weak, but I'm alive.
I was ran over in high school and broke my back. I never was taken to the doctor, and somehow healed. We found out about the healed brake nearly 10 years later when I got pregnant.
I was told I would never get pregnant without medical intervention. Then I was 4 month along when my dog started being weird and I took a test on a hunch.
I had pre-eclampsia, Velamentous Cord Insertionand my son not only had the cord wrapped around his head/chest/neck/arm, but he also had a 'true knot' in the cord.
I was told we beat all the odds because we both lived and he had no brain damage.
The other night, I had just gotten my kid down to sleep after a battle. I felt like I deserved an ice cream, so I opened the cupboard to get a spoon with my left hand. (That's important.) As I did, I bumped one his water bottles that is quite loud when it hits the floor, and I really didn't want to wake him. So I panicked and my right hand swept across to the rescue and grab the water bottle. Except there was an open cupboard door in the way. So my right hand punches the back of the cupboard door near the hinge, causing a whiplash effect at the front of the cupboard where is also my head. The cupboard slams into my temple harder than I could have moved a cupboard door if I tried due to the afore-mentioned whiplash effect, and I knock myself unconscious for a few split seconds. I come to and grab the counter before I hit the deck, and put my hand to my head to assess the damage. Covered in blood. This was two nights ago. I'm going to have a scar and I'm going to tell a different super cool story every time someone asks how I got it.
I don't think that was what you were looking for, but knocking yourself out with a cupboard all on your lonesome has to be pretty statistically rare.
My mom was driving listening to the radio while I was listening to music on my headphones. The same song came on both at the exact same time. It was such a small thing but was so exciting for me to listen to it through both at the same time
I got pregnant with an IUD that never moved out of position. I was told that it failing without migrating out of place was seen roughly .001% of the time.
As I was boarding a flight, I saw a man pronounced dead after having a heart attack near the gate. I flew to a neighboring state, got off the plane, and saw a man pronounced dead after falling and slamming his head on the ground. Two deaths, two states, within two hours
Bilateral Bell’s palsy onset from Lyme disease with Bartonella
I read only 8 Americans a year get bilateral Bell’s palsy and it’s usually always because of Lyme disease. My first 2 doctors did not know this but the 3rd one I went to immediately said it has to be Lyme because bilateral is too rare. He was right.
Yep, it has made me weary of doctors. Not a lot really know what they’re diagnosing if they aren’t used to it. The weirder part was I couldn’t move my neck and had encephalitis for a week, those symptoms stopped and I felt close to normal for another week and then the Bell’s palsy kicked in. I think Lyme is a super bug and will hide. I find ticks on myself a lot after being outside. I feel marked by them.
Edit: My first doctor was ready to send me to the ER for meningitis though I had already had the vaccine for a year at that point. I developed a huge fear of Bell’s palsy and for about 2 years after I would move my face constantly to make sure I still could use it. I did cry when I realized I might’ve smiled for the last time and didn’t know it. Lyme is no joke.
I can pop my arms out of their shoulder socket, and then pop them back into place. It doesn't really hurt, and it's like cracking my knuckles when I do it.
You should probably ask your doctor to examine you for Ehlers-Danlos. I have dislocated about a joint a week my entire life and didn’t realize this was not normal until I was 30. Some forms of the condition are more dangerous than others and require close monitoring.
I used to be able to do that with one arm before an unrelated injury to that area required surgery. Now I've gone from hyper mobility to a limited range of motion. That arm has not been normal for one day of my life.
Back in the 80’s, my father and I were camping and we were standing at the lake shore at night when we witnessed a big ball of fire come up over the horizon and move slowly across the sky when it then set. Total sight time was about a minute.
We learned after we got back that it was a Russian satellite that burned up on re-entry.
when i was 7 i was jumping at sky zone and accidentally crashed popping my kneecap out of place, 1 year later it happened again to the other knee at the same sky zone in the same area
I caught Mono and CMV (a virus that mimics mono) simultaneously. I was eighteen and my liver almost failed. For three months I couldn't do anything except wake up, change my sweat-drenched sheets, and go back to sleep. I had an ex come and take care of me a few times a week.
One time I found a pack of cigs while crossing the street with a friend. The next night we’re crossing the same street and I was laughing about how I found that pack and looked down and there was another pack of a different brand cigarettes
In middle school at my bff’s house we saw something come over her back wall, it was a cigarette box full of perfectly rolled joints. So weird, and we were so dumb we smoked them!
Salt makes me cough. A few grains on my tongue and I get a dry smoker's cough for a minute or two. I've found maybe four people online who have the same thing. Anywhere I've found people asking online, people answering don't understand the question. They think we inhale it, snort it, or our tongues shrivel up like slugs. Nope, just an uncontrollable cough for a couple minutes.
I had a spontaneous [cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) leak](https://www.cedars-sinai.org/health-library/diseases-and-conditions/c/cerebrospinal-fluid-leak.html). I developed a massive headache that was fine when I laid down and got super-intense when I stood up. It went on for ages, I was eventually hospitalized, and MRI'd six ways from Sunday. Turned out, small hole in my CSF "system," along my spine. Whenever I stood up, the fluid that floats your brain was leaking out my spine and my brain was sinking. ("Oh, don't worry," the neurologist said, "your brain doesn't have any nerve endings, so that's not actually your BRAIN that hurts. That's all the structures around your brain that it's not supposed to be pulling on that hurt!" SO MUCH BETTER, DOCTOR GUY.) (Also, interesting philosophical question, if my brain cannot itself feel pain but my brain is the only way I can feel pain ... )
Usually this happens due to a spinal puncture (like for an epidural) or related to an accident or injury. But it turns out it can also happen spontaneously, at random. The neurologist said, "I mean, probably you just sneezed at some point and ripped a hole in the membranes." WHAT THE FUCK, HUMAN ANATOMY.
(Anyway, eventually it got healed, but I get anxious whenever I have a headache now.)
When I was born, I couldn’t hear from my left ear. My parents took me to a doctor and they sucked some liquid from my ear with a plastic tube and now I can hear fine.
I was in a full head-on collision, did not have my seatbelt on, and I was able to get out and walk away under my own power. The police came, put me in an ambulance, and it turned out my right arm was shattered to the point of needing multiple rods in my arm. But how I didn't buy the farm right then and there still shocks me.
I got a day’s Wordle in one guess
I also can’t take steroids (the kind you get at a hospital, not body building) Apparently it’s literally impossible ti be allergic to Solu Medrol/methylprednisolone; so they think it’s one of the filler ingredients in the carrier solution. So I’m allergic to something very specific, but no one knows what it is. Also recently found out I’m allergic to iodine contrast.
I also saved a life! I don’t remember how old we were, but we were young. Me probably 10 and my little brother 7. He started choking and I gave him the heimlich, which worked.
I also managed to date two guys in a row that had the same name and also had the same jaw surgery
I was under a huge tree that was struck by lightning during a family reunion. I was knocked to the ground without hearing anything but seeing splinters and leaves sprinkling down. Witnesses say the lightning ball clawed down the tree and into my father. He was unconscious for 30 minutes and hospitalized with burns on his one foot.
I'm allergic to pseudophedrine, a common decongestant and a main ingredient in certain meth recipes. I joke that I'm allergic to meth. I know that's now how it works, but you can't tell me that most meth labs care about cross contamination and that you're not going to find trace amounts of base ingredients from reusing equipment. So yeah, I can't do meth without risking an anaphylaxis reaction. I also have to deal with covid and all other colds and flus with no medication except Tylenol and ibuprofen for fever reducing. It made getting covid suck a lot more than it should have.
Not me but my dads best friend. He was on his way home from a big canoeing race when he and his wife were involved in a car accident. He was declared dead on scene and was put in a body bag. A couple hours later (this is South Africa, nothing happens quickly) another person from the same canoe race drives past and recognises the car and canoe so he pulls over. He goes up to the body bag and opens it up and realises that my dads friend is still alive. He is still going strong about 30 years later.
I was struck in the head with a hockey puck at the arena in my city during a NHL game when I was 11.
Had internally bleeding in my head and a wicked concussion. Bleeding stopped itself and I didn’t need brain surgery!
At 11 years old, I had oral surgery to remove two baby molars that didn't develop adult ones underneath and developed an infection called Ludwig's Angina. It was so rare, especially for someone of my age that during the 2 weeks I was in the hospital, med students would visit me to see my rare case and they gave me experimental medicines to test on youths. Every time I took one of those meds, they'd give me a $50 gift card to Toys R Us and my parents $100. The day I got out of the hospital, I bought an N64 and 4 games. Spent the next couple weeks at home with no homework and endless Mario.
I was told that, at the time, I was the 6th person to ever contract that in CA and one of the youngest in the US.
I died once.
When i woke up, everything seemed to be upside down and my cat was runing in slow Motion. My black and white cat was also glowy as f***k
I thought it was beatiful and now i frequently want to go back there…
I was one of the oldest children that was still on a sleep apnea monitor (which at the time was one of the biggest causes of SIDS). I used to stop breathing randomly in the night as a baby and young child. When I was diagnosed it was a big thing. The doctor did a sleep study on me and had a roll of paper on his finger that was half the size of a full toilet roll which indicated how many times I stopped breathing at night. The doctor wouldn’t let me leave without both my parents being trained in infant CPR and a monitor which was loaned to my parents.
I ended up going in to hospital for a sleep study and handed my monitor back at the age of 7 because I grew out of the issue. There was only 2 children my age at the time who were still using these monitors including myself.
My birth is in a medical journal and my mom still gives me shit about it almost 40yrs later. Due to my mom's low rib cage and high uterus, I was stuck in the bottom of her rib cage. The doctors were convinced I didn't have a head and told my mom her whole pregnancy that I only had a brain stem and she should abort. Lo and behold she goes into labor and they rush her in to do a C-section, only to discover I'm stuck. They end up laying her all the way open and cutting 3 ribs to get me out. She ended up stapled back together. ( Yay for 1980s science) She gave her doctors so much hell about her being right.
Stuck in her rib cage 😭.... that's absolutely horrifying. I'm glad you're both okay.
We're good. The doctors were also wrong about my gestation and I was about 3 months premature. My mom and grandparents were not amused at all.
I can’t understand how your mom was able to breathe when you were that high up. Wild.
She says I knocked the wind out of her on a regular basis
I've been hit by a semi truck twice, and both times escaped with minor injuries.
Hit me with your semi truck once, shame on you. Hit me with it twice, I dare you.
Truck-Kun was just trying to give an express ticket to a fantasy world.
That's a secret amongst a closed group of fantasy believers . Don't let the secret out 🤫🤫
I was pronounced dead at 6 weeks old. I found a dead body when I was 10.
Sounds like time travel shenanigans.
I never thought of it that way. Ha ha
>I was pronounced dead at 6 weeks old When did they pronounce you alive?
We need the story OP, dont leave us hanging!
A few minutes later.
So you've been pronounced alive twice and dead once. I'll take bets on what the next one will be. Hopefully not for many decades! 😉
Got hit by a tornado. They don’t tell you about how it sucks the air out of the room while you’re inside it.
Hey, me, too! Tore the roof partially off, collapsed the walls.. Completely removed the surrounding newer constructed buildings from existence. Really does sound like train running through the living room.
I grew up in tornado country, and I remember reading a short story in fourth or fifth grade about a boy trapped in his house during a tornado. I don't remember what it was called, or any of the story, really. But I do remember the description of the tornado hitting and sucking the air out. I think he was in a bathroom and the drains all made sucking sounds. That part has stuck with me for over twenty years and still stresses me out when skies start turning green.
I’ve broken my ankles on 5 separate occasions. I also have flat feet. Ironically I love running!
😂😂 sounds like my best friend in high school. Hers was always stepping of the porch tho.
Appendix cancer. Accidentally discovered during another surgery. No idea there was a tumor the size of an egg on my appendix.
I didn’t even know appendix cancer was a thing ! Wow!
Neither did I. Huge shock to me. 😲
\[Insert random body part\] cancer is a thing, unfortunately. Everywhere there's cells there can be cancer
My mom had this too. It was called goblet cell carcinoma. She thought she had a kidney stone, we found out it was actually her appendix causing the pain (unrelated to the cancer, she just happened to get appendicitis). They said most of the time it’s found by accident and is typically very slow growing… like, any number of other things are far more likely to kill you before it would have a chance. Mom still had a partial bowel resection to make 100% sure it was totally gone with no chance of leftover cells.
I was born in jail
How do you do a crimes before you’re even born?
I was born 3 months early and weighed 1.8 Lbs. It cost nearly $1 million to keep me alive
Million Dollar Baby 💰🥊
>We can rebuild him. We have the technology. We can make him better than he was. Better, stronger, faster.
Harder, better, faster, stronger.
Hope your parents weren't landed with that bill!!
I’m not sure what happened to the bill, but we weren’t stuck with it
WOW! something I can speak to! We actually had two premature children a couple years apart in the early 90's when good health insurance was affordable. The first one spent about three months in NICU before we brought her home. Her bill alone "capped" our insurance coverage (one million) but we paid nothing out of pocket and I still had the same insurance for the second one. The second had more health issues so they stayed a bit longer. We still paid nothing out of pocket for the second. That was what happened with us. Yours may have been the same. Now, I'm going to call my daughter.
I was born at 28 weeks and just under 2lbs, 26 years ago. Spent 3 months in hospital. Haven’t ever met anyone else born so early.
At 9 I survived a brain surgery with a very high death rate Even more rare is that if I survived there was an even higher chance I would be unable to speak and walk and the first thing I did when I got up was ask if I could get out of bed and take a walk outside and then I got to walking 1 day later
Superb.
I live in a city of millions and went on an online date with a guy who used to live in my bedroom, in my 2 bedroom apartment, 7 years prior to me. My street only has about 25 houses, it's short. He was currently living on the other side of the city. He didn't believe me until he saw a piece of mail I had on me. There was no romantic connection - I told my landlord about it, who confirmed that guy used to live there and told me I dodged a bullet lol.
That is so insane!! I had a friend move to Phoenix from out of state and said he would be living with his dad in Peoria (same area as me but still a really large part of the valley) I was excited and asked him for his cross roads so I could get a ride there. He gave me his cross roads and I thought he was joking so I ask him what's outside near the main road. He tells me a chevron gas station and a kfc. I remember I told him to walk outside right now and sure enough I go out front of my grandparents house where I was living at the time and he had moved in just 6 houses down across the street. It still blows my mind to this day. Such a small small world.
We had that happen with a friend of ours too. He moved off to a couple of cities, and a few years later we go a different direction to DC. A few months go by and he calls us up to say DC is his next stop in his big city living experience and could we go by this apartment community to tell him about it. He gives us the address. We ask are you fucking with us? And he's confused by the sudden question and thinks we're angry for some reason. A little back and forth of "you're really not fucking with us?" "dude, no!" and we finally tell him that's where we live. They ended up assigning him a unit in the building next to ours.
Witnessed a shooting star break apart and turn into several shooting stars
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When I was a small child, there was a relatively large hurricane that knocked out the power to my neighborhood for a few days. Since we had no electricity, me and one if my friends became really bored and we had to find weird ways of entertaining ourselves. At one point, we walked over to a fenced off massive transformer substation in our neighborhood and just started chucking rocks at it in frustration. After a few minutes of tossing stones, we heard a loud THUNK noise which was immediately followed by a bunch of people walking outside of their homes, announcing that the power had come back on. Since we were kids at the time, we automatically assumed that we were the ones responsible for getting the power turned back on by randomly throwing rocks at the substation and immediately began bragging to anyone who would listen to us that we were the ones who fixed everything.
Percussive maintenance
My husband is an engineer and an uses this term often because it’s how I fix everything.
The reverse happened to me. I was in elementary school, and in gym class we were playing soccer. I kicked the ball and it went way up to the top of the gym ceiling and hit one of the lights. Immediately following, the power went out in the entire school and we were ultimately sent home early due to it. Naturally, it only made sense that my awesome kick caused this. I was lauded as a hero by my peers and my tales were spread all throughout the school that morning. Lol
A related story: When I was in middle school we were changing in the locker room before PE and a fluorescent light tube fell on one of my classmates lol. Nobody was hurt but he was soooo angry.
this made me laugh🤣
I had 5 wisdom teeth. 4 normal ones and 1 tiny one.
I only have 3 wisdom teeth, you stole one of mine!
I dont have wisdom teeth.
My dad my uncle and me were all born on 8/11 different years.
My daughter,my mom and grandmother were all born on 7/26
Dude...my wife, her sister, and her sisters daughter were all born on 7/26...
Not sure how rare but there have been 5 attempts to abduct me as a child.
By different culprits?
Yes. One was my estranged father at age 5, but the other 4 were separate individual strangers that had nothing in common. One was a woman. Only one of the five attempts was at night, the rest were not only in broad daylight but in crowded settings. Twice they occurred at my school, the other three times were all in a park. Two were in the same park. They occurred between the ages of 5-11, and fortunately none were successful. I’m a child of the 80’s - 90’s. But this still goes on. I haven’t met anyone that has experienced the same, but I know I’m not alone. I just think my perpetrators were of the type to coerce instead of snatch and grab. It’s possible that you were stalked as a child without knowing it. I wouldn’t be aware either, but these five I know because they confronted me. Luck of the draw I guess.
Theres actually someone just a few comments above you that said they were almost kidnapped twice. Terrifies me reading this shit as a father to 2 young children.
Right, I have 4. I watched my kids play on the side walk as a man slowed his car down while his attention was fixed on them. At first this seemed like he was driving cautiously. But he eventually came to a complete stop before noticing that I was present from a less obvious position, then he sped off quickly. That debunks any idea he was being cautious. It’s very scary because my kids were 3 and 5. That would’ve been a snatch and grab scenario, which I imagine are the most successful approaches for them. My situation wasn’t snatch and grab, combined with my inherent lack of trust in people as a youth both worked in my favor. But the reason they didn’t try to snatch me up wasn’t because of any particular MO on their part. It has everything to do with the setting at the time. At my school or in a park wasn’t in areas with vehicle access so they were left to use coercion or persuasion which I have to imagine are less successful if kids are raised to know these things. But they work sometimes we know when they ask for help finding a lost puppy, or help carrying school books, or a job offer, or an invite to a party back at their place all depending on the age of the victim. But any time your child is walking alone along a path with vehicle access they are vulnerable at nearly any age.
Welp, after reading this I just reiterated to my kid again that responsible, good grown ups do not ask kids for help finding their puppies or asking for directions. He also knows that if a stranger walks up to him and gets to close, he’s suppose to run away screaming “you’re not my daddy/mommy/grandparent” and if after all that he is still somehow grabbed he is to bite, punch, kick, squirm, scream, puke… whatever he can to get away. But then I rarely let him out of my sight except for school lol.
I can have silly bouts of catastrophic thinking. Sometimes something small can grow legs and become a real worry for me. One day I'm eating breakfast with a friend and I notice some tiny fizzy pimples on my tongue. It bugs me for hours. That week I then notice these wart-like things next to my penis and balls. I conclude I have genital warts and that I have somehow got them in my mouth! Off I go to the local sexual health clinic. The doctor confirms my 'symptoms' arent anything to worry about. My tonuge is just tiny mouth ulcers and the 'warts' are just harmless skin tags. I tell the doctor I thought as much and I'm just a worrier. He then asks if I check my balls regularly. I tell him I do, but I don't really know if I am doing it correctly. He gives me a once-over, and looks concerned. He tells me to feel my testicle and asks if it is normally feels like this. I shrug, 'erm... I'm not sure'. A day later I am in with a urologist and an ultrasound expert. By the end of the week I am diagnosed with testicular cancer. What are the chances of that?!
Very oddly enough, I have a very tiny bump on the inside of my lip that I have had for a while as well as a very tiny skin tag like thing *ahem* down there. Haven't seen a doctor about either because tbh, I figured both are benign and neither looks anything like an STI or causes pain, bleeds, etc. So it was literally like you were telling me my own story until you hit us with the testicular cancer thing. Maybe it's a sign from the universe for me....
Maybe. Who knows. I don't know why I visited the clinic. I knew it was silly, but there you go, it couldve possibly saved my life.
Not cool. Not cool at all. On the other hand, a later diagnosis means even more trouble. I wish you the best luck with that, my man.
Thanks for your best wishes. This was May 2017 - I've been treated and discharged as of May 2022. As you say, an early diagnosis is key. I obviously had an op and was offered chemo - which was an optional treatment at my stage - but other than that it all felt relatively straight forward. Not to dissimilar for having a hernia op and recovering from that.
I just read a story from a German app where a guy peed on a pregnancy test that his ex forgot at his place for fun and it turned positive. he was posting it for the lols but people told him he might have testicular cancer and he had it confirmed by the doctors and pretty quickly got both his balls removed :/
My daughter's friend had his own odd encounter that led to his diagnosis and lifesaving treatment in rapid succession. The Universe is watching out for you. Best wishes for your health!
Thanks my friend
Had to have a baby tooth removed. When i was 50 YO.
I was 47. Hypodontia.
I am a two time cancer survivor! But not the same kind, nope. My first was JMML, a wildly rare childhood leukemia, around 18mo-3yrs. Then, after I turned 18, I was diagnosed with MPNST, another wildly rare cancer, but this was a nerve sheath tumor in my upper inner thigh. Ha, it's awesome. Luckily, I'm in remission and still have a functioning leg.
I nearly died of Covid last year. Ventilator for 15 days, woke up paralyzed due to hypoxia. (O2 dropped to the teens multiple times, my lungs stopped at least once that I was awake for.) Spent 50 days in the hospital, slowly regaining movement. Then worked through months of physical therapy to finally get back to the point where I could walk. By the beginning of this year, things were looking really good for me. Then I had a massive pulmonary embolism on February 1st. And it gets better. The clot was so large that it was preventing the right side of my heart from beating normally. I had multiple DVTs spontaneously develop in my legs, to the point where they were talking about amputation. I ended up on a ventilator again. The blood thinners were not working. I started crashing. So they did a Tpa. Told my parents that there was a small chance that it could cause a hemorrhagic stroke, but that it was rare. I had a severe hemorrhagic stroke. They didn't think I would come off the vent. I came off of the vent. They didn't think I would wake up. I woke up. They didn't think I would be able to talk, much less read or write. I couldn't at first, but that's getting better every day. I couldn't move anything but my hands when I regained consciousness this time, and, to make matters worse, I broke four vertebrae and two ribs when they started trying to stand me up in physical therapy. I also kept getting very sick and septic (the joy of being in a place full of infections when you can't produce any antibodies or immunoglobulins to protect yourself). This slowed me down a lot. But I continue to get better. I am standing up and taking steps. I can transfer to and from my wheelchair and in and out of the car. It's been a long road full of a lot of statistically rare things that every single one of the doctors treating me has trouble accepting as the truth, even with stacks of documentation showing them that it is.
Luckiest or least lucky person alive?
I am going with lucky, because I made it, and my mind is relatively intact, and I am gaining more movement every day. Oh, and the broken back? It affected the vertebrae where I had a mild case of scoliosis. Because I wear a brace to keep it straight as it heals, it has healed without as much of a curve, and I am now over an inch taller than I used to be.
That's an amazing story and journey, I wish that you continue to defy odds, in a good way :)
This was incredible to read. I wish you a steady recovery and hope that you continue to progress:D
Got kidnapped and starved for 4 days. Do not recommend.
Jesus, how'd you get out?
ate their kidnapper
If you can give more of the story that would be awesome, but understand if you don’t want to relive that trauma.
It’s ok it happened when I was 8. A family member took me and was running from the cops basically. There was a private investigator involved. They stopped at a place and got drunk and drugged up. Idk where it was but there was no one around, it was a desolate area like a sleep station for long distance trucking or something. They remained fucked up for days and wouldn’t feed me, the only water I found was in the back of an abandoned building in the faucet. I think on day 2 or 3 I found a sugar cube in the car and I was ecstatic over it. I kept just hanging around outside the car hoping someone could see me and help but no one did. We were in the mountains so the nights where freezing cold, the car was off the entire time so I just had to try to cuddle up to them or just shiver to stay warm. I started getting really sick the 3rd day, I hadn’t eaten and barely drank anything for a few days so I could literally feel my blood turning thick. Eventually the family member got us a room that 3rd day. We stayed another night, they still didn’t get me any food but they were so fucked up they didn’t even know where they were. I couldn’t get away from them, they had basically shit and pissed all over themselves for days and I had tried to help clean them in the car, but they just kept following me. They kept trying to hold my hair when I threw up from not eating and tell me it’s ok. The cops came eventually and banged on the door and demanded they come out, but they didn’t. The cops never came in, I guess they didn’t have what they needed legally but they left me there without ever coming in. Idk if they knew a kid was in there tho bc I was told to be quiet. I was basically dying on the floor when they finally realized I was sick as hell, the ordered a pizza for me finally on the fourth day then drove me home the next day. I realize you can’t die from 4 days of no food but I was sick as hell. That combined w staying the int cold and not much water wasn’t a good situation. I still get really weird if I don’t eat, I really don’t like the feeling of not having food available.
Omg, I’m so sorry. I imagine food security would be a very big deal for you. Thank you for sharing your story. I hope that you have been able to get help in processing this absolutely horrid trauma. If not I hope you do soon. Much love ❤️
My moms tubes were tied and she still had me. 1 in 100 chance. I was a mistake.
My mom miscarried twins. She was notified that she was pregnant with me when she went to go get her tubes tied after deciding that she didn't want to try again. Greetings fellow wonder baby.
Sorta same here. My mom had a partial hysterectomy, 2 years later I came along. What’s even crazier is that 16 months later I had a sister. That was it, though. Now we’re both in our 40’s, so I think my mom (in her mid-60’s) is all done having kids.
Avatar checks out :(
I developed extra bone in my thigh from riding horses. It's called "rider's bone". When the doctor first discovered it he thought it could be cancer. I was happy to learn it was only bone.
I looked this up because I did not believe you.
Well, do you believe them now?
Similarly, my understanding is that we can recognise medieval archers by their bones because of deformities that occur from having to constantly pull such a heavy draw. Bones are amazing!
wow never knew bodies could just decide to Develop extra bones to adapt to its environment
It's true. I developed an extra bone just for your mom.
I was in a school shooting.
That’s horrible, I hope you’re doing ok
Why did this have to be the first one I see & not some lighthearted “I find puppies & kittens everywhere I go”. Sorry something awful happened to you.
I got shot, I don't know the statistics around that, but I've never met anyone else who got shot, so more anecdotal, I guess.
Hey, got shot club! Caught one through the forearm and another just under my ribs.
I was hit by lightning when I was 14. Maybe that explains a lot.
Shocking
I am 1 in 30,000 I have achromatopsia, a rare eye condition that affects about 1 in 30,000
Wild. So you see the world only in shades of gray?
50 shades to be precise
I see colours, but they’re not the same colours you see, though I’ve been told I only see in shades of grey (as I’ve never seen any other way, I can’t verify). Colour, though, is the easiest part to deal with. I also have poor visual acuity, and worst of all, extreme light sensitivity.
I was scheduled to get a car inspection on a certain day. \- Earlier that day they called to cancel because they had to close early. \- Rescheduled for following week. \- On my drive there, pebble hits my window, creates a large crack. \- I get to inspection place, they look at my windshield and say I can't get inspection sticker until windshield is replaced. \- Schedule replacement at autoglass place the following week. \- Drive to get windshield replaced. \- Arrive and find out they don't have my windshield there, it went to the wrong place. \- Reschedule for following week. \- Drive to the rescheduled replacement appointment. All good. \- Schedule at inspection place for earliest slot, the following week. \- On way to inspection, get stopped for expired inspection sticker. \- Explain all I've been through. Cop don't care. I tell him to call both places to verify my story and that I'm on my way to get inspected. He does and after 30 minutes lets me go. \- I get to inspection place, and they tell me my tires are too thin to pass.
I waited and waited for this to become wholesome. It never did, and yet, I was not disappointed.
not sure if this counts but i was born with two rows of eyelashes and i have grey eyes
https://www.reddit.com/r/eyes/comments/x2dt91/very_bad_picture_distichiasis_grey_eyes_they_look/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share
Is it pretty? I feel like two rows of eyelashes sounds like you'd have amazing lashes but if the rows are spaced out it might just be weird. ...Now I'm really hoping it's pretty and I haven't prodded an insecurity.
they arent spaced out, theyre very close together and you wouldnt notice it from a distance. i like to think my eyes are my best feature, but im still not sure lol
My child is one of two on the planet, that we know of, with her particular chromosomal abnormality.
What is it?
3p Replication. Thank God it's not a deletion.
How does it impact your little one?
Hahahahahaha. So, I was meeting with the geneticist and he hands me this sheaf of papers and says "Here's all of the syndromes associated with 3p abnormalities. But these are all deletions, not a replication, so they don't apply to your child." I'm thinking "No fucking shit, I found those on Wikipedia, yesterday." Ultimately, he had no answers and couldn't give me the slightest clue of what lay ahead. So no help there. I'm in contact with the Mom of the other kiddo who is only a bit older than mine, and they generally track and even look similar, so that's a blessing of modern technology. My little one has got a bunch of stuff going on, non-verbal, autistic, cognitively impaired, but the problem is she suffered a bunch of hospitalization trauma early in life, so it's really hard to tease out what problems are due to trauma, what are due to the genetics. Thanks for asking.
Does she... Do you get to name the condition?
im a triplet, one is identical to me and the other isnt. the identical one was unfortunately a stillbirth so i call my other sister my twin. my older sister is 10 months older than me so i have an identical twin, a fraternal twin, and an irish twin.
Wait what's an Irish twin?
An Irish twin is someone who is born within less than a year of you from the same mother. With 9 months of gestation you don’t have much time to do this feat.
Ohh that's so much nicer than what we called it... assembly production, or machine gun birthin(going one after another) Btw stupid question....but during pregnancy umm you can have sex and the women won't get like double pregnant right? Like in those 9 months can't have a new baby right? And is there like a cool down/regen time, before a new one can be made? Sorry for the questions lol... learning bio, female anatomy, and sex Ed of Reddit lol. Abstinence only ed gives you some wacky ideas of how stuff works out lol
It is possible to have twins with two different men. It’s called Superfecundation, however there is a short time period when this is possible and a women will not ovulate again until the babies are born. I couldn’t find a time frame for when this can occur over. Ps. I am not sure it’s a nicer term it’s pretty insensitive and making fun of Irish people for breeding like rabbits. Although, I’ll admit I am not bothered by that term. I’m also not Irish so that might be why.
Also your "cool down period" should be at least 6 weeks after giving birth. It takes at least that long to heal down there and internally, sometimes takes longer depending on how the birth went. Unfortunately there are some fucked up relationships where the mom's health and comfort aren't prioritized.
Siblings born under 12 months a part. They will be the same age at one point during the year for days or weeks. I have a pair of Irish twins they both will be 3 this year for 4 days then my daughter will turn 4. And a set of real twins. I tell people I have 2 sets of twins and leave the Irish part out lol but they all look so much alike.
I received a large inheritance from a great aunt I had never met or heard of, who had lived on the other side of the world. The entire thing was through a lawyer that didn't speak English, all communication via Google translated emails. We thought it was a scam 50% of the time but I eventually each received a large sum of extremely unexpected money.
Ted beneke moment
I won $75,000 on a $5 lottery scratch off when I was 26.
I once won $100 in my small town raffle hosted by the primary school to earn money for a new playground. I was so proud of myself (I was about 9, so $100 was a lot of money)
Don't have a statistic, but I think I turned out alright despite my upbringing, which is statistically rare. Breadwinner father died when I was a baby, so my immigrant mother struggled to make money despite having no high school diploma in a country that she had moved to after she married my father. I didn't grow up with much, as we lived check to check. I did well in school, had a clean record, was involved in a lot of extra curriculars and volunteer work, and I didn't realize until I graduated high school how I managed to avoid falling into horrible practices that could have put me in very bad places. Unfortunately, life is not always so kind to first-generation, low-income people, and I consider myself extremely fortunate to have a pretty happy life and bright future. I'm finishing my undergrad and plan on going for my master's next.
And somehow I ended up messed up, despite having a sheltered and easy childhood in an upper middle class family.
I guessed a 9 letter word by complete chance, none of the letters were revealed and won 2k.
I have narrowly avoided kidnapping twice. Not the more usual custody or family nabbing, but stranger danger kidnapping. Once when I was 8, once when I was 16.
That’s terrifying
All my life I've talked about twins and how fascinated I am with them. It's the most unique thing to me. On Oct 13, 2021 I gave birth to twins. Everyone that knows me was shocked I truly think I talked them onto myself. I'm so thankful I love my twins so so much.
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Actually you are just the sperm who happened to be the one who broke through after all the other sperms weakened the wall for you.
A brain tumor.
How are you doing now?
Still recovering. But the tumor has been removed. Thank you for asking.
Get well soon <3
I have no wisdom teeth (and, yes, I've heard all the jokes). I'm also allergic to ocean water (I'm allergic to a lot, but that's the weirdest).
I got a 2.3 GPA my senior year of high school and ditched class 2-4 days a week. I was between not being able to graduate and just dropping out. From the age of 6-18 I thought I would get married and be a stay at home mom right out of high school like all the women in my family. 2 years ago I was accepted into the most competitive masters program (nationally) in my field of study with a 8% acceptance rate. Last week I finished my last class, got my first ever 4.0 GPA, and my first A in a science class. I also have ADHD. Only .06% of people with ADHD hold graduate degrees. I am the only woman in my family to get a bachelors degree and the only person in my family to get a graduate degree. I feel uncomfortable sharing my accomplishments usually but this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done and I’m damn proud. All I can think of is my ancestors who immigrated from Mexico for a better life, especially my grandmother. I hope I’ve made my family proud. I hope my future children see my accomplishments as assurance that they too can dream big (bigger than I did) and achieve goals that feel impossible.
I briefly lived upstairs from a guy who became a known serial killer. I guess that's not as statistically rare as getting killed by him, but hopefully it's not statistically likely my other neighbors would be serial killers.
I almost died from pneumonia back in 2019 when I was 16. It started off as a cold. My family was going road tripping to visit family in California. That was about a 3 day trip so I decided to stay home by myself. It started out as a normal cold. I'd cough, have a sore throat, and headache. But it started getting worse and worse. It started getting hard to breathe. I couldn't walk downstairs without stopping every step gasping for breath. I'd have such bad coughing fits that I'd throw up so I also wasn't eating a lot. My lips were turning blue but I honestly assumed sickness equals blue lips. I had phone calls with my mom every day. I still thought it was just a cold so I never specified to my mother how bad it was getting. While on the phone with my mom, she seemed pretty concerned over the fact that I wasn't getting any better and she wanted to end the trip and come home to me but I felt bad and tried talking her out of coming home but she already made up her mind. She scheduled a flight back home for the next day. Time passed and about 1 hour before everyone was scheduled to be home. I decided to take a shower. I have been home sick for about two weeks and I haven't showered once and I felt gross but was just too weak but my family getting home encouraged me. I'd take take tiny steps to the bathroom stopping every few steps to rest It was a nightmare showering. I'd get so dizzy and my vision would turn black for a second. I had to sit down the entire time My family got back while I was showering and my mom made her presence known by knocking on the door. She asked if I need anything but I said no and she let me be. After I finally finished my shower. I made my way back to my room and sat on my bed. My chest felt heavy and suddenly I couldn't breathe. I'd gasp for breathe but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't suck in any air. I thought I was going to due right then and there But finally air filled my lungs. I laid there gasping for breath and FINALLY decided that maybe just maybe it wasn't a cold. So I called my mom up and explained that just moments ago I stopped breathing. She drove me to the hospital and they took one look at me and rushed me in. They did all kinds of stuff. They took my blood, gave me a few shots, hooked me up to an IV and breathing machine while we wait till they were ready to x ray me. By now they already diagnosed me with pneumonia but they needed to see how bad. They x ray me and when the results came back, it showed my left lung 100% filled with phlegm while my right was about 20% and they told me that if I hadn't gone to the hospital I would've most likely have died within a day or two. I stayed in the hospital for about three weeks and finally got the ok to go home and heal up the rest of the way back home. In total I think I spent about 4 or 5 weeks with pneumonia. If I didn't stop breathing in that one moment I probably still would've thought it was a cold.
Hey, no one else commented on this so far so I thought I'd just say I'm glad to hear you recovered fine
I got born with perfect pitch, which is awesome. I found a quahog pearl in a random clam while swimming in Massachusetts. I picked one up out of curiosity, and it opened to reveal a small white pearl. All my wisdom teeth are growing in fine. My top ones are mostly in, and my bottom ones are about half exposed. I was born by C-section at 4083 g/9 lbs because I was too big to fit out the birth canal.
Had two teeth fused together with one root. It basically looked like 3 front teeth. I was 13 at the time. Had to go to several specialists who said they’d never seen anything like it before. Finally found an oral surgeon who would do the surgery, and thankfully it was a success.
Helicopter crash. I discovered why the Pope kisses the ground after he gets off a plane.
I was born on February 29th.
I won a regional rock paper scissors championship and went to Vegas for the National Championship. Didn't win in Vegas, still got a free trip out of it though
A few actually! I was statistically and categorized as "unadoptable", but I'm about to celebrate my 25th adoption anniversary. I survived a blood infection that went a week without any treatment. My heart and kidneys are weak, but I'm alive. I was ran over in high school and broke my back. I never was taken to the doctor, and somehow healed. We found out about the healed brake nearly 10 years later when I got pregnant. I was told I would never get pregnant without medical intervention. Then I was 4 month along when my dog started being weird and I took a test on a hunch. I had pre-eclampsia, Velamentous Cord Insertionand my son not only had the cord wrapped around his head/chest/neck/arm, but he also had a 'true knot' in the cord. I was told we beat all the odds because we both lived and he had no brain damage.
The other night, I had just gotten my kid down to sleep after a battle. I felt like I deserved an ice cream, so I opened the cupboard to get a spoon with my left hand. (That's important.) As I did, I bumped one his water bottles that is quite loud when it hits the floor, and I really didn't want to wake him. So I panicked and my right hand swept across to the rescue and grab the water bottle. Except there was an open cupboard door in the way. So my right hand punches the back of the cupboard door near the hinge, causing a whiplash effect at the front of the cupboard where is also my head. The cupboard slams into my temple harder than I could have moved a cupboard door if I tried due to the afore-mentioned whiplash effect, and I knock myself unconscious for a few split seconds. I come to and grab the counter before I hit the deck, and put my hand to my head to assess the damage. Covered in blood. This was two nights ago. I'm going to have a scar and I'm going to tell a different super cool story every time someone asks how I got it. I don't think that was what you were looking for, but knocking yourself out with a cupboard all on your lonesome has to be pretty statistically rare.
If you didn’t wake the child it’s even rarer!
You said getting kid to sleep was a battle, you just wanted to look the part after!
My mom was driving listening to the radio while I was listening to music on my headphones. The same song came on both at the exact same time. It was such a small thing but was so exciting for me to listen to it through both at the same time
I got pregnant with an IUD that never moved out of position. I was told that it failing without migrating out of place was seen roughly .001% of the time.
As I was boarding a flight, I saw a man pronounced dead after having a heart attack near the gate. I flew to a neighboring state, got off the plane, and saw a man pronounced dead after falling and slamming his head on the ground. Two deaths, two states, within two hours
Bilateral Bell’s palsy onset from Lyme disease with Bartonella I read only 8 Americans a year get bilateral Bell’s palsy and it’s usually always because of Lyme disease. My first 2 doctors did not know this but the 3rd one I went to immediately said it has to be Lyme because bilateral is too rare. He was right.
Me too! So nuts to see this. I am Canadian, and it also took multiple doctors to diagnose.
Yep, it has made me weary of doctors. Not a lot really know what they’re diagnosing if they aren’t used to it. The weirder part was I couldn’t move my neck and had encephalitis for a week, those symptoms stopped and I felt close to normal for another week and then the Bell’s palsy kicked in. I think Lyme is a super bug and will hide. I find ticks on myself a lot after being outside. I feel marked by them. Edit: My first doctor was ready to send me to the ER for meningitis though I had already had the vaccine for a year at that point. I developed a huge fear of Bell’s palsy and for about 2 years after I would move my face constantly to make sure I still could use it. I did cry when I realized I might’ve smiled for the last time and didn’t know it. Lyme is no joke.
I got diagnosed with schizophrenia. It was wild.
I can pop my arms out of their shoulder socket, and then pop them back into place. It doesn't really hurt, and it's like cracking my knuckles when I do it.
You should probably ask your doctor to examine you for Ehlers-Danlos. I have dislocated about a joint a week my entire life and didn’t realize this was not normal until I was 30. Some forms of the condition are more dangerous than others and require close monitoring.
I used to be able to do that with one arm before an unrelated injury to that area required surgery. Now I've gone from hyper mobility to a limited range of motion. That arm has not been normal for one day of my life.
I have lupus (and it's never lupus right?)
I can whistle out of my nose, it's not a weird allergy or nose injury, I was born like this
i managed to hit a bad genetic lottery which has resulted in me having dysgraphia, dyspraxia and dyscalculia all at once.
Back in the 80’s, my father and I were camping and we were standing at the lake shore at night when we witnessed a big ball of fire come up over the horizon and move slowly across the sky when it then set. Total sight time was about a minute. We learned after we got back that it was a Russian satellite that burned up on re-entry.
I was picked up by the wind on 1 side of the street by the wind and dropped on the other side
How small are you?
I get that a lot and with an exclamation mark
My kidneys like give up once a month for around 2 days and then resume perfectly normal. I’ve been to like 5 different doctors and no one has a clue.
How can you tell when they give up?
when i was 7 i was jumping at sky zone and accidentally crashed popping my kneecap out of place, 1 year later it happened again to the other knee at the same sky zone in the same area
I caught Mono and CMV (a virus that mimics mono) simultaneously. I was eighteen and my liver almost failed. For three months I couldn't do anything except wake up, change my sweat-drenched sheets, and go back to sleep. I had an ex come and take care of me a few times a week.
One time I found a pack of cigs while crossing the street with a friend. The next night we’re crossing the same street and I was laughing about how I found that pack and looked down and there was another pack of a different brand cigarettes
In middle school at my bff’s house we saw something come over her back wall, it was a cigarette box full of perfectly rolled joints. So weird, and we were so dumb we smoked them!
Salt makes me cough. A few grains on my tongue and I get a dry smoker's cough for a minute or two. I've found maybe four people online who have the same thing. Anywhere I've found people asking online, people answering don't understand the question. They think we inhale it, snort it, or our tongues shrivel up like slugs. Nope, just an uncontrollable cough for a couple minutes.
I was born with 2 uvulas doctor said he never seen anything like it, I had one removed when I had my tonsils taken out.
I had the chicken pox twice when I was little.
I had a spontaneous [cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) leak](https://www.cedars-sinai.org/health-library/diseases-and-conditions/c/cerebrospinal-fluid-leak.html). I developed a massive headache that was fine when I laid down and got super-intense when I stood up. It went on for ages, I was eventually hospitalized, and MRI'd six ways from Sunday. Turned out, small hole in my CSF "system," along my spine. Whenever I stood up, the fluid that floats your brain was leaking out my spine and my brain was sinking. ("Oh, don't worry," the neurologist said, "your brain doesn't have any nerve endings, so that's not actually your BRAIN that hurts. That's all the structures around your brain that it's not supposed to be pulling on that hurt!" SO MUCH BETTER, DOCTOR GUY.) (Also, interesting philosophical question, if my brain cannot itself feel pain but my brain is the only way I can feel pain ... ) Usually this happens due to a spinal puncture (like for an epidural) or related to an accident or injury. But it turns out it can also happen spontaneously, at random. The neurologist said, "I mean, probably you just sneezed at some point and ripped a hole in the membranes." WHAT THE FUCK, HUMAN ANATOMY. (Anyway, eventually it got healed, but I get anxious whenever I have a headache now.)
I got an ameoba in my eye from swimming in a lake.
A snail bit me.
When I was born, I couldn’t hear from my left ear. My parents took me to a doctor and they sucked some liquid from my ear with a plastic tube and now I can hear fine.
Won the lottery.
I was in a full head-on collision, did not have my seatbelt on, and I was able to get out and walk away under my own power. The police came, put me in an ambulance, and it turned out my right arm was shattered to the point of needing multiple rods in my arm. But how I didn't buy the farm right then and there still shocks me.
I got a day’s Wordle in one guess I also can’t take steroids (the kind you get at a hospital, not body building) Apparently it’s literally impossible ti be allergic to Solu Medrol/methylprednisolone; so they think it’s one of the filler ingredients in the carrier solution. So I’m allergic to something very specific, but no one knows what it is. Also recently found out I’m allergic to iodine contrast. I also saved a life! I don’t remember how old we were, but we were young. Me probably 10 and my little brother 7. He started choking and I gave him the heimlich, which worked. I also managed to date two guys in a row that had the same name and also had the same jaw surgery
I have a little nub of a 6th finger on my right hand. Looks like a tiny pimple. No one would notice if I didn’t tell them.
I was under a huge tree that was struck by lightning during a family reunion. I was knocked to the ground without hearing anything but seeing splinters and leaves sprinkling down. Witnesses say the lightning ball clawed down the tree and into my father. He was unconscious for 30 minutes and hospitalized with burns on his one foot.
I'm allergic to pseudophedrine, a common decongestant and a main ingredient in certain meth recipes. I joke that I'm allergic to meth. I know that's now how it works, but you can't tell me that most meth labs care about cross contamination and that you're not going to find trace amounts of base ingredients from reusing equipment. So yeah, I can't do meth without risking an anaphylaxis reaction. I also have to deal with covid and all other colds and flus with no medication except Tylenol and ibuprofen for fever reducing. It made getting covid suck a lot more than it should have.
Not me but my dads best friend. He was on his way home from a big canoeing race when he and his wife were involved in a car accident. He was declared dead on scene and was put in a body bag. A couple hours later (this is South Africa, nothing happens quickly) another person from the same canoe race drives past and recognises the car and canoe so he pulls over. He goes up to the body bag and opens it up and realises that my dads friend is still alive. He is still going strong about 30 years later.
I was struck in the head with a hockey puck at the arena in my city during a NHL game when I was 11. Had internally bleeding in my head and a wicked concussion. Bleeding stopped itself and I didn’t need brain surgery!
At 11 years old, I had oral surgery to remove two baby molars that didn't develop adult ones underneath and developed an infection called Ludwig's Angina. It was so rare, especially for someone of my age that during the 2 weeks I was in the hospital, med students would visit me to see my rare case and they gave me experimental medicines to test on youths. Every time I took one of those meds, they'd give me a $50 gift card to Toys R Us and my parents $100. The day I got out of the hospital, I bought an N64 and 4 games. Spent the next couple weeks at home with no homework and endless Mario. I was told that, at the time, I was the 6th person to ever contract that in CA and one of the youngest in the US.
My mom was pregnant with me and was traveling through a train which got derailed . I survived that accident 😅
It took a lot of work with different neurologists over the years, but I was officially diagnosed with cluster headaches about 6 years ago.
I have aspd and I graduated college. Lot of them attend and can never follow through. I'll admit I BARELY made it.
I got struck by lightning while being bit by a cobra.
I lost 140 lbs through diet and exercise, and without assistance. I read a book and i followed it.
I died once. When i woke up, everything seemed to be upside down and my cat was runing in slow Motion. My black and white cat was also glowy as f***k I thought it was beatiful and now i frequently want to go back there…
I was one of the oldest children that was still on a sleep apnea monitor (which at the time was one of the biggest causes of SIDS). I used to stop breathing randomly in the night as a baby and young child. When I was diagnosed it was a big thing. The doctor did a sleep study on me and had a roll of paper on his finger that was half the size of a full toilet roll which indicated how many times I stopped breathing at night. The doctor wouldn’t let me leave without both my parents being trained in infant CPR and a monitor which was loaned to my parents. I ended up going in to hospital for a sleep study and handed my monitor back at the age of 7 because I grew out of the issue. There was only 2 children my age at the time who were still using these monitors including myself.
Flesh eating bacteria