DurocShark
Lifer
This is really odd, at least to me. After my near death in the hospital (my Deviated Septum thread) I've noticed a change in attitudes and perspective.
The idea of my own death never bothered me. "What comes, comes." has always been my philosophy. As I get older, of course, I have less desire to do risky things. That's part of having kids too. But I was never really bothered by them.
Then I nearly die from anemic shock in the hospital after a simple outpatient surgery. Compounded by the nursing staff's inability to recognize it for what it was for 23 hours.
Now the mere thought of something percieved as risky like skydiving and motorcycle riding makes me truly sick to my stomach. Risking life for thrills has started to really offend me. Close calls in traffic set me off for hours (had 2 yesterday. I flipped!) I've really been considering buying a motorcycle for commuting to work. Until now. Looking at bikes makes my stomach turn.
Granted, my experience is still recent and fresh, so maybe (hopefully!) these feelings will fade. But do I really want them to? I don't know.
Has ANYBODY else had this? Or seen a similar change in a family member?
(Note: I asked my doctor about this. He laughed and told me it was a good thing. No help there...)
The idea of my own death never bothered me. "What comes, comes." has always been my philosophy. As I get older, of course, I have less desire to do risky things. That's part of having kids too. But I was never really bothered by them.
Then I nearly die from anemic shock in the hospital after a simple outpatient surgery. Compounded by the nursing staff's inability to recognize it for what it was for 23 hours.
Now the mere thought of something percieved as risky like skydiving and motorcycle riding makes me truly sick to my stomach. Risking life for thrills has started to really offend me. Close calls in traffic set me off for hours (had 2 yesterday. I flipped!) I've really been considering buying a motorcycle for commuting to work. Until now. Looking at bikes makes my stomach turn.
Granted, my experience is still recent and fresh, so maybe (hopefully!) these feelings will fade. But do I really want them to? I don't know.
Has ANYBODY else had this? Or seen a similar change in a family member?
(Note: I asked my doctor about this. He laughed and told me it was a good thing. No help there...)
