I would shit myself. I would also shit myself about the box of spiders. Fuck that noooooise.... By the way don't worry about people telling you to get over it. We all have fears and they'd probably shit their knickers in your position too.
I was in a car accident in the rain once, it was very serious and scared the shit out of me. I ended up on the shoulder and took the hit in the back quarter panel so I wasn't hurt. I still can't drive in heavy downpours to this day
To make it worse, my car was totaled and I was very sad because I loved that car. It was my own fault, though. I should've replaced all four tires instead of just the front two. I would not have hydroplaned if I had done that.
I'm scared shitless that I'll hydroplane or something when I'm driving when it's wet. It's the only time I don't go pretty fast (I once blew into a turn perfectly at 45 mph, my mom damn near had a heart attack ).
Yep. I've had several run-ins with the Reaper myself:
I was climbing a smallish 20-30 foot tall tree. I was a fat kid and climbed way nearer the top than I should have and the top 5 foot section of the tree broke and I fell head-first toward the ground. Luckily the branches from the broken part I was clinging to interlocked with the rest of the tree and stopped my fall about 2 feet from my skull making contact with the ground. My dementia-addled grandfather approached me with a loaded revolver pointed at me and teld me to go shoot the cat on the porch. I got the gun away from him and checked the porch and found nothing but an empty beer can. Also, he had Parkinsons, so his hand (and triggerfinger) were shaking the entire time. I flipped my car on its roof at 70 mph on the I-10 in New Orleans. This was after losing control and hitting a wall head on like Dale Earnhardt. My spastic neighbour pointed his dad's hunting rifle at me face as a hilarious "joke" trying to psych me out by slowly squeezing the trigger, insisting the gun his dad keeps mounted above his bed in the middle of the fucking country isn't loaded (bullshit ). Just shy of pulling it all the way, he finally gives in to my "being a pussy" and checks the chamber to find it loaded and gives a dismissive "Oh" in response. A semi-truck half-way ran a redlight at 3am, stopping in the middle of the intersection just a foot or two away from my door as I was in the intersection. A friend was swinging me in a hammock (against my will) when the hook broke and I fell to the ground. It wouldn't be a big deal if he were short and I fell three feet or so. However he is seven feet tall, and this was from the full extent of his upward reach (so probably nine or ten feet in all) and I landed on my spine, heard a loud snap in my back and could not breathe. After a minute or two of struggling to even gasp, I began coughing and sputtering and asked why I couldn't breathe and he replied "You might have punctured a lung." That would be the perfect combination with my asthma and a collapsed septum. Luckily I didn't puncture a thing and after thirty minutes of coughing and gasping I was fine. Back in July of this year a bullet ricocheted within ten feet of me. It wasn't from anyone shooting at me, it was just a stray that hit the fence a few feet away. Still.
When I was about eight years old I fell from the top of a tree, but the branches on the way down kept catching me and slowed my momentum. Then I intetionally jumped from the top of the same tree a few years later because I was getting swarmed by crows and they were trying to attack me.
I've also fallen down the stairs so many times it's not funny.
Back when I had a really tiny car, I was at a stop sign when someone hit me from behind sending me straight into the car coming down the opposite side of the road, so I was hit in the front and in the back, then my car spun out of control and wrapped around a bus stop pole :/ I was unconscious after that but I remember waking up enough to notice my airbags were pink. Then I was at the hospital. I never knew airbags were pink before.
I've had moments like that but I didn't process till after and then AAAH! kicks in and it's so horrible. I wonder if there's some kind CCTV where you were that you could try to get the car that almost hit you.
I utterly failed NaNiWriMo this time. Although my partner and I are making sure we keep writing any way just to keep going.
Wait, you were in a hit-and-run? I hope they catch that asshole.
Here, have some funny/interesting to keep your mind off mortality (warning: I am slow at internet, and you may have seen some of these before):
Do you want to date my Avatar? [link] Thunderbusters: [link] Silent Monks sing Halleluia: [link] Just like a Chap: [link] Awkwafina's "My Vag" (language!) : [link] The invention of Golf: [link] Enter the Kazoo man: [link] The story of my life: [link] Benny Lava: [link] Sexy Indian Guy, and a pretty song: [link] Robots: [link] The Piccard song: [link] Star Trek, in a nutshell: [link] The TV show: [link] I just like this song: [link] This person is a god and we must steal his talent: [link] I want to dance like this: [link] Surrealist madness: [link] This guy's work, all of it: [link] DIGGY DIGGY HOLE: [link]
Okay, that should keep you busy for an hour or so. Good luck with the crocheting!
Oh man I've been thinking the same thing lately. I had to get hospitalized for pneumonia a few weeks ago and almost went in to cardiac arrest (I wish the doctors didn't tell me that -_-) and I got into a car accident a couple of weeks ago because a drunk driver wasn't paying attention to the road.
On another note - Heck yeah! You won NaNo!! I tried and failed hahah