Umm I'll give this a shot.

I'm the first child in the family, so all the experimentation and all the mistakes were made on me. Anyway, when I was just born, there was this myth that my parents knew that said that because babies are in placenta for the first 9 months of their life, when they are just born, they innately know how to swim. Soo my parents decided to test this out when they were giving me a bath. They filled the bathtub with water, deep enough to submerge me, and let go of Dima in it. Dima slowly sunk to the bottom of the bathtub, looked up at them with terrified eyes, opened his mouth, and started screaming his lungs out under the water. Myth busted!

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Originally posted by Cosmic Fur Umm I'll give this a shot. I'm the first child in the family, so all the experimentation and all the mistakes were made on me. Anyway, when I was just born, there was this myth that my parents knew that said that because babies are in placenta for the first 9 months of their life, when they are just born, they innately know how to swim. Soo my parents decided to test this out when they were giving me a bath. They filled the bathtub with water, deep enough to submerge me, and let go of Dima in it. Dima slowly sunk to the bottom of the bathtub, looked up at them with terrified eyes, opened his mouth, and started screaming his lungs out under the water. Myth busted!

lmao!! winning story so far!

lol, I just pictured that!

good story Dima

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Originally posted by Cosmic Fur Umm I'll give this a shot. I'm the first child in the family, so all the experimentation and all the mistakes were made on me. Anyway, when I was just born, there was this myth that my parents knew that said that because babies are in placenta for the first 9 months of their life, when they are just born, they innately know how to swim. Soo my parents decided to test this out when they were giving me a bath. They filled the bathtub with water, deep enough to submerge me, and let go of Dima in it. Dima slowly sunk to the bottom of the bathtub, looked up at them with terrified eyes, opened his mouth, and started screaming his lungs out under the water. Myth busted!

When I was just an infant I wouldn't stop screaming because I was sick. My mother got some sort of medicine from the doctor and misread the instructions. Instead of giving me two teaspoons every four hours she was giving me four teaspoons every two hours. My parents basically overdosed me on drugs and when I finally stopped crying they just put me to bed.

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I'm definitely going to Freedom to see Eddie do his thing and, so, a free pass would be great

There are many things wrong with me (self-esteem issues, a stubborn demeanor, an aggressive driver, can be cruel to those closest to me at times, etc.) but I think the most tangible thing would have to be my lung-related health problems.

In short, because I am very tall and skinny I am at an increased risk of suffering spontaneous pneumothoraces, i.e., collapsed lungs. When I was younger every so often I'd experience pain in my chest and back for a day or so at a time; I always thought the pain derived from carrying a heavy backpack (yes, I've always been a nerd). Fast-forward to third-year of my undergrad: I was sitting in class finishing up a philosophy mid-term exam when I began experiencing a terrible pain on the left side of my back and chest. I had no idea what was wrong: every time I took a breath I'd feel the uncomfortable sensation. I managed (barely) to finish the test and take the subway to my car. When I arrived at my car I could do nothing but lie down in the backseat b/c the pain was so bad. I called up my ex and asked her to come get me but fortunately after lying down for about 25 minutes I was able to drive myself home. A few nights later I gave into my ex's insistence that I go to the hospital: after sitting in the hospital bed for 6 hrs, at midnight the nurse got the call to prepare a chest-tube kit after the doctor realized that my left lung had 'fallen' from the ribcage (one of my fave. songs by Dubfire ), i.e., de-flated by 30%. The doctor sliced open the left side of my chest and shoved a tube in between my ribs. I stayed for a day or two in the hospital and once I was released I slowly healed over the next few weeks. A few months later the left lung collapsed again. I agreed with my doctor that surgery was the smartest response to take. I had thoracic surgery performed on both of my lungs about two Februarys ago: I was in the hospital for about 5 days with tubes coming out of my chest hooked up to breathing machines. Again, I was released and took a solid month to recover and re-gain my strength. I was doing just fine for a good while; and then, last December I felt the familiar pain on my left side and I opted for a second round of surgery. I went into the hospital to get the left side re-done on the 9th of January: I was supposed to be out of there by about Saturday (the 12th). Unfortunately, each morning the doctor would come in to visit me at my bed and tell me 'you can't go home today: the airleak hasn't healed yet; it takes time; we'll check again tomorrow'. Essentially, if they removed the chest tube before the leak had healed then my lung would certainly re-collapse. Finally, after begging with the doctors to let me leave (being in that hospital was, without a doubt, easily one of the worst things that's ever happened to me), I was finally released on Monday night. End of story, right? Fucking no. The only way I'd be able to leave the hospital would be if I agreed to keep the chest tube inserted between my ribs until the air leak sealed. Thus, for a solid three weeks after being released I was forced to live with that thing inside my chest: I visited the doctor numerous times and each time I was told to come back in a few days. Final-fucking-ly the air leak healed near the beginning of February; the doctor ripped the tube out of my chest (which is done without any pain medication; it hurt like hell because the tube had been in my body for a full month, plus the length of the tube is about 3 feet or so)) while I lay down on the bed. The inside of my chest burned for a solid day after that.

So, how am I now? No more collapsed-induced pain. My left side is, however, still numb/sore to this day. Touching certain parts of my arms and chest feels umcomfortable (it's almost as if certain parts of my upper body are still frozen). Except for riding at Tremblant in December I basically missed the entire snowboarding season, not to mention a few clubbing events in the early part of this year. Hopefully this will mark the end of my lung problems because this last experience was excruciating (both physically and (especially) psychologically).

And no, the solution is not as easy as 'Nick: eat something FFS!'.

Now, about that Freedom pass

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Originally posted by cenik

well ill give'r a shot. a lot of i guess you could say bad things have happened to me. things resulting in sickness, near death or impairment of sorts.
at the age of:

4 - i shaped a paperclip and put it in an electrical socket in my church... idiot
- i was leaving a restaurant and was the first to leave. the door was really heavy and when i gave it a push, it sprung back and the corner of the door handle hit me in the corner of my eye mm away from my eyeball. i could be blind in my left side. i have a scar to prove it

5 - i got salmonella. i was in the hospital for almost 2 weeks. to this day, still dont know where i got it from

10 - i was put under the knife under suspicion of cancer. had my neck cut open to remove numerous enlarged lymph nodes. turns out it was nothing, but my classmates thought i was going to die

14 - had a severe allergic reaction to an unknown substance. my body was covered in hives... like everywhere, even my feet. my body felt like it was on fire. my mom for some reason brought me to the family doctor who yelled at her for not going to the ER. my doctor cancelled his appointments for the afternoon and personally drove me to the hospital and checked me right in. i went into anaphylactic shock and my throat swelled up. i remember nurses running to me and getting stabbed with the epipen, then i was fine

20 - on the way back from panama city for spring break, i woke up around 4 am. looked around to see what everyone was doing (sleeping, chatting, and what not). i checked out the tv to see what movie was playing but couldnt figure it out. then there was a big bang and a shattering of glass. an 18 wheeler truck tire smashed into the drivers windshield. in response, the bus went into the ditch where we drove from the proper side of the highway to oncoming traffic. the driver then drove us back into the ditch where we continued to lose control for many seconds. there were many points where the bus was at severe angles and close to flipping. all the overhead compartments were emptied out and people were screaming and crying. the guy next to me said when he woke up he saw me on the ceiling. i suffered a concussion and bruised knees from flying up and down. closest to death ive been

i know im missing 1 or 2 other things somewhere but i cant recall at this time. thanks for the read

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Originally posted by jchung52 14 - had a severe allergic reaction to an unknown substance. my body was covered in hives... like everywhere, even my feet. my body felt like it was on fire.

that happens to me sometimes... the doctors still can't pinpoint what the cause is in my case. i've only tested positive for dog hair and ragweed allergies but according to the doctors my hive attacks can be brought on at any time by varying factors such as stress level, temperature, presence of other allergens etc. etc. etc.. it sucks having to live in constant fear of an attack because even if someone who had come in contact with an allergen touches me i can break out in hives. that usually takes 5-10 mins. my heart rate and body temp shoots through the roof and if i don't take a cold shower and get some antihistamines in me within the next 15 mins or so, first i start to lose my vision, i can only see patches of yellow and then i'll go into anaphylactic shock and/or pass out. so there's my story.

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Originally posted by jchung52 well ill give'r a shot. a lot of i guess you could say bad things have happened to me. things resulting in sickness, near death or impairment of sorts. at the age of: 4 - i shaped a paperclip and put it in an electrical socket in my church... idiot - i was leaving a restaurant and was the first to leave. the door was really heavy and when i gave it a push, it sprung back and the corner of the door handle hit me in the corner of my eye mm away from my eyeball. i could be blind in my left side. i have a scar to prove it 5 - i got salmonella. i was in the hospital for almost 2 weeks. to this day, still dont know where i got it from 10 - i was put under the knife under suspicion of cancer. had my neck cut open to remove numerous enlarged lymph nodes. turns out it was nothing, but my classmates thought i was going to die 14 - had a severe allergic reaction to an unknown substance. my body was covered in hives... like everywhere, even my feet. my body felt like it was on fire. my mom for some reason brought me to the family doctor who yelled at her for not going to the ER. my doctor cancelled his appointments for the afternoon and personally drove me to the hospital and checked me right in. i went into anaphylactic shock and my throat swelled up. i remember nurses running to me and getting stabbed with the epipen, then i was fine 20 - on the way back from panama city for spring break, i woke up around 4 am. looked around to see what everyone was doing (sleeping, chatting, and what not). i checked out the tv to see what movie was playing but couldnt figure it out. then there was a big bang and a shattering of glass. an 18 wheeler truck tire smashed into the drivers windshield. in response, the bus went into the ditch where we drove from the proper side of the highway to oncoming traffic. the driver then drove us back into the ditch where we continued to lose control for many seconds. there were many points where the bus was at severe angles and close to flipping. all the overhead compartments were emptied out and people were screaming and crying. the guy next to me said when he woke up he saw me on the ceiling. i suffered a concussion and bruised knees from flying up and down. closest to death ive been i know im missing 1 or 2 other things somewhere but i cant recall at this time. thanks for the read

Wow the moral of the story is to stay the fuck away from you!!! lol

talk about bad luck, I'd say good luck up until the 5th random brush with death lol

I think this is a bit indicative of something being wrong. Opening night at Circa I was with a friend of mine and our ride left leaving us in TO (we were from burlington) so at about 3am we decided to WALK HOME. We first walked from the club to the GO station and figured the most direct route home would be the train tracks so we walked from Union to Mimico station (estimated distance is about 12-15km) and then about 2km more once we got there to find a gas station or something that was open so we could buy water because we were thirsty. Eventually the GO at mimico came and we took it us back to burlington. Slept all day, went to guv the next night. Booyah.

i think i posted this before.. but when i was 3-4 years old i went to swimming lessons. yeah... old story, but you know what they say, the years before 5 define your whole adulthood. anyway, i was in the line to go down the little plastic blue elephant slide and my 'girlfriend' was ahead of me. when she started stepping up the ladder, for no apparent reason, i leaned forward and bit her ass cheek, HARD... she started screaming daisies and everyone in the whole recreation centre ran over or started looking, and her mom came right up to her and grabbed her... meanwhile i'm scared shitless as my mom comes over and starts yelling at me. my excuse was 'i was pretending to be a crocodile'.. i can imagine all kinds of freudian reasons to gnaw on buttocks, but the point is there's def something wrong there.

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