taylor100550 said:
Kenjitsuka said:
Since I very nearly died twelve years ago nothing ever scared me.
What happend?
NOTE: This is a pretty gruesome medical story, so if you're squamish don't read.
Ah well. I got a bad headache at school on a thursday afternoon. It got worse soon and I was unable to sleep from the pain untill saturday morning. Then I suddenly had a bump on my forehead, and went to hospital. It turns out I had an accute inflammation of the cavities in my forehead. Normally that's always lethal, but instead of completely turning inwards and crushing my brain, part of it portruded outside (hence the bump on my head). My brain was still pretty squashed and life with brain damage was the best outcome to hope for, doctor's said.
I had some emergency surgery to remove the bacteria and got strong antibiotics via IV during the weekend. But it got worse still, and it turned out the bacteria weren't all gone. This time it did cause more pressure inwards, and it was a horrible weekend of 42 degree C fever (maximum limit to fever before death, dunno in Fahrenheit) and more headaches. The fever was because of the bacteria (a mutation of Streptococus) were producing toxins, poisoning my blood and body.
At this time I couldn't open my eyes because my forehead swelled and kept my eyes shut.
So I got a second emergency operation. This time they broke my nose entirely and sliced open my eyebrows from left to right. Then a piece of plastic was put in to drain the bacteria via my open eyebrows as well as my nose.
The next three weeks I got a lot more nasty procedures to endure, but eventually I was allowed out of hospital and made an almost full recovery.
Anyway, being told I'd probably die two times in one weekend kind of desensitized me.