What was the most nerve wracking experiance of your life?
That's horrible! What happened, or do you not want to talk about it?It was 5 years ago when my sister got shot through the neck during that first week or so when we didn't know whether she'd live or die. (She lived, though the bullet hit her spinal cord, so she's a C4/5 complete quad). I was a wreck.
Ouch, I know how that feels. My most nerve wracking time is right now. Thanksgiving is tomorrow and I still haven't decided whether to serve the Riesling or the Gewurztraminer.My most nerve wracking experience was being in labor, the epidural wearing off and they can't find the anesthesiologist. Spawn was face up instead of face down and her back was jammed against my spine causing excrutiating pain. 32+ hours of intense labor.
Argument in a bar between her boyfriend and some guy. My sister convinced her boyfriend to walk away from the argument, so they got in the car and were driving away. The thug went out to his own car, got his gun, and fired at the car my sister was in.That's horrible! What happened, or do you not want to talk about it?
My most nerve-wracking moment, I think, was when I worked on a fish processing ship.
At first I was really shaken. That would have been a really bad way to die! I could picture myself in the cold Alaskan ocean, the Bering Sea, in the water watching the ship move away. That vision was strangely detailed in my mind....
Weird phobia that you can't explain, explained?Big ships give me the creeps, too. Being under the bow of one...!
Awww. how cute, and thank you for your service.It's weird, I remember the first time I had to do Combat Life Saving was pretty nervous moment for me. I didn't know if I did it right, and I spent the whole time afterward shaking hoping I did everything right. Yet, I still remember shaking pretty badly when I asked my wife to marry me. However, if I had to say the most nerve wrecking time in my life is the first time I met my daughter after a deployment. She was only 6 months when I left, and she was 14 months when I came back, the whole trip back I was very unsure if she would remember me. I lived on a little fob during that whole time, so she only heard my voice when I called. It was a great relief to hear her say, 'daddy' and point at a phone :).
Oh yeah, I was in an elevator crash where there was an explosion and the cable broke, the safety cable caught and prevented us (me and my two little girls) from falling all the way. The ceiling crashed on us, flourescent bulbs shattered, we were cut by glass and metal rods from the ceiling and we were trapped for 2 hours, covered by debris between floors until they could attach a cable to the car and manually winch us up. I had the girls curl up on the floor and covered them with clothing I had purchased (we were in a department store), both to protect them from breathing the heavy white vapor in the elevator, the falling debris and in case we fell again, i wanted them on the floor. The elevator would rock if we moved and parts of the ceiling that was still hanging above us was falling. The girls suffered from PTSD, couldn't even get them into a public builiding until after a couple of years of therapy.Do you know what PTSD is?
Funny thing is I'd been shot at before elsewhere and it hadn't really bothered me anywhere near as much, I'm not sure why that had such an effect when similar incidents didn't seem to.That definitely sucks.
I think being shot at any time would be nerve wracking. I certainly don't want to experience that.Funny thing is I'd been shot at before elsewhere and it hadn't really bothered me anywhere near as much, I'm not sure why that had such an effect when similar incidents didn't seem to.