- · I was at a frat party at Kearney State. (Yes, I am old enough that it was called Kearney State.) I believe the name of the party was The Great Escape – annual summer party when people came back to get stupid all weekend. My friends and I were doing so some stuff upstairs and chilling on a balcony connected to the room. I was sitting on the edge of the balcony hanging on to a boy and laughing. I went downstairs to get a beer from the keg on the porch in the backyard. I filled my cup, sat in a chair, looked up and that boy and some other girl fall off the balcony where I was two minutes before. They landed on the concrete porch about 10 feet away from me. It was vile.
- · Car Crash. Broke the windshield with my head when I was about 12. And then again with a drunk driver when I was 19. Total number of car crashes: a lot, but five when the car was completely totaled. (I was driving in only two of them.)
- · Concussions. Four that should have been medically monitored; none of which were – even when I was a child. My parents didn’t know how bad it was and that I was seeing double for days. One of the car crashes/concussions was when I was drunk (not driving) and went through the windshield. Taken by ambulance to the hospital, got freaked out that I would get in trouble or something (obviously not thinking rationally) and snuck out of the ER and id in the parking lot until my friend’s boyfriend found me.
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Another concussion was at a party in Lincoln
(UNL – boo) and I stole a stack of drink tickets from the bar and proceeded to
drink about 25 White Russians. A friend
told me how impressed he was when I fell over in the parking lot without even
trying to stop myself. Head first of the
concrete. I puked all the way home and
all night. I overheard my roommate tell
her boyfriend that I was puking just to get attention and that he should ignore
me.
- · Alcohol Poisoning. I don’t even want to think about how many times I did this to myself, but waking up without knowing where you are or how you got there are both bad. I have also woken up covered in vomit. I believe that’s called aspirating when you die from it (Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Elvis Presley ...) It happens, but for some reason not to me.
- · Drug Overdose. See above. Why did my friend’s heart explode when he did half an eight-ball of cocaine and mine didn’t? Luck? Fate? Predetermination? I don’t know.
- · Drunk Driving. Sadly, I did it. I was generally the one who got volunteered for such things (usually in other people’s cars, for some reason). I drove into a tree once. No one noticed, even after I sat there for quite a while, so I put it in reverse and drove away.
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Does this count as drunk driving? Someone ELSE was driving drunk, and I didn’t
like him, so I jumped out of the back of his pick-up while it was moving. Something I’ve actually done three times to
get out of a car I didn’t want to be in anymore.
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Coming back from a concert in Kansas City, my driver
was tripping on acid and fell asleep at the wheel. Which one is worse? Him falling asleep or me riding with someone
who was tripping on acid?
- · Another whole category should be near-rape experiences.
- · There are probably more, but this is depressing me.
Actually, now that I think about it, most of the near-death
(or should-have-been death) experiences have to do with drugs and alcohol. Nancy Reagan said it best, “just say no.” Or at least don’t use and drive, and get some
better friends than I had. Turns out that
the people you hang around with are a direct reflection of you.
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