When I was 2/3 my cousin pushed me in the lake at the cottage and I can still remember going under the water, it getting darker and darker, then losing consciousness.
Then there was the time my father hit me on the head with the claw end of a hammer, he wouldn't let my mother take me to the hospital cause he was "too upset" to deal with it, she thought I was going to go into a coma/die if she didn't, thank heavens she had some nursing training, I ended up ok (well mostly).
Then there was the time I gave birth to my first child, I hemmoraged and mum and the doc thought that they were going to lose me.
The last time was when my appendix burst and they left me for 3 days before they operated, I technically should be dead from that one but thank heavens the goddess was watching out for me!
Diana