Alcohol is generally well tolerated in reasonable quantities, the common ink cap mushroom is edible, but if eaten alongside alcohol it becomes poisonous
Stackoverflow and the associated sites are more or less like that. It sometimes has problems with overzealous users marking tangentially related questions as duplicates but overall it seems to work.
Downvoting costs karma and it’s encouraged to give reasons for a downvote. If an answer is outdated a newer answer often quickly rises to the top and often enough the original answerer will promote the better answer. And you can also edit other people’s answers and you can see an edit history.
But it only works if there are enough knowledgeable people participating. It’s especially bad with new questions because either the question is low quality or the first answer which gets accepted by the questioner right away is bullshit.
The more critical a situation is, the slower and more deliberately I move because mistakes waste time. We have a saying “slow is smooth and smooth is fast.” Validate and verify everything.
Validate monitoring: Is that heart rate or blood pressure really that high or low? Don’t just believe the computer monitor, grab a stethoscope and listen to the chest, grab a manual BP and double check. Does the appearance of the patient correlate with what the numbers say? (ie: does the human being look as sick as those numbers imply?)
Verify interventions: I think to myself “clamp that line, unclamp this line, attach that device, open this lid, engage the safety on this needle” with every action. Repeat out loud to colleagues in the room what you’re going to do, then after you’ve done it, say out loud again what you just did. Especially if you do something out of the ordinary or unexpected.
Like yesterday, we had a patient who suddenly had symptoms of a myocardial infarction (“heart attack”), had some concerning findings on EKG, so we were trying to draw blood labs urgently and having such a hard time that one of the doctors even had a needle trying to help us. I was leaving the room to get more supplies and I took a bunch of trash with me, so I took the 3 seconds to count what I was holding and said out loud, “There are no sharps in the bed, you guys, I have them all,” because we were just laying discarded needles (with safeties engaged) on top of the bed blanket.
Two minutes is an eternity when life is on the line. Slow down, don’t hurry, do things on purpose, double check what you’re doing. That’s a lesson applicable to a surprising number of life situations
Not so much scared but really freaked out to a point were we just said “fuck it, let’s get out of here and never talk about it again”.
It was a really warm and nice summer day some years back. I was out with my brother strolling through the countryside with my brother. In just a t-shirt, shorts and barefoot. We took some LSD and really just enjoyed having a very scenic and relaxing walk.
So we were just strolling along, walking between some fields and the edge of a small forest, when it started to smell quite badly. That’s not that unsual near fields, so we walked on. There was a small clearing in the forest and there was a hunting stand. We continued to walk across the clearing and the smell got worse. Then one of us discovered something on the ground. It was a patch of bloody fur.
Now we’re both expirenced with LSD and hadn’t taken that much, but we still confirmed with each other that we’re both looking a bit of bloody fur and made sure we saw and smelled all the same things. We did. After some more walking we discovered more and more bloody bits of fur, flesh and even some bones. They were sprinkeld all over the place. It looked like some animal literally exploded. Though there was no main body, just the bits and pieces everywhere.
At this point we again confirmed with each other that what we saw and that we’re both in control and not tripping.
We then decided that this all was a bit too much and we should head home and not worrie about it right now. On the way home we confirmed with each other again that this actually just happened. But I’ve rarley thought or talked about it since then.
Honest answer the right doesn’t seem to have any good positions now. They are against fighting climate change, against tolerance, anti-science, and they speak of fiscal responsibility but instead of tax and spend they just spend. They are way too much into mindless defiance and dirty politics. And they are the most hypocritical “do as I say, not as I do” party IMO.
Mine were a bit less acute than most cases here. It doesn't rank up to the kind of emotional trauma other people ITT have been through (though I'm not a complete stranger to that, either) but mine was when I realized my health is going to prevent me from ever doing what I want to and getting my shot at a reasonably happy life.
The slow dread of realizing decades of miserable, exhausting, bitter, mostly hopeless, unappreciated effort is void, and has been a complete waste - realizing that things "working out" is not really on the table anymore, and neither's anything else, much: all you can do is keep existing. That is easily #1.
Or realizing friends and family didn't have my back the way I thought and might actually join my list of a zillion problems. That was pretty scary.
Distant third, near misses in traffic - but frankly, I've had a stronger reaction from losing my fucking house keys. Almost got hit by a tram. Meh. Would've lost my appointment, I'm sure. Some shitheel trash in a BMW (because of course it was) tried scaring me by pretending to hit me while out for a walk, I'm like "😐 ... yeah? Make my day - in fact, throw it in reverse and get a proper run-up, you little bitch".
Nothing as scary as some of the people have mentioned.
The moment of terror I remember most vividly is when I helped my mom reverse park the car in our garage. I was about… 13 I think. The car didn’t have any parking sensors, so it was my job get out and stand behind the car to make sure it wouldn’t hit the work desk at the end of the garage (it was a narrow garage, I couldn’t stand to the side of it without getting my toes run over). I’d shout stop when the car was in far enough and that would be it, nothing special.
I don’t know what happened that day, maybe she was distracted or something, but the car didn’t stop. It just kept going further back, pushing me against that desk and squeezing my organs. At first I shouted louder, thinking she didn’t hear me, but the car kept coming and by then it was too late to get out of the way. I ended up frantically hitting the rear window, shouting as loud as I could. In my mind the car was broken and would crush me against the edge of that desk. I thought I was going to die right there, getting killed by some freak accident. With just almost no room to spare the car finally stopped and drove forward.
Afterwards my mother said something along the line of “I thought you were joking”. I was furious, but when I think back to it now, I suppose she was just as shocked and just didn’t know what to say at the time.
I have long covid and during the initial stages I had some really bad tachycardia (unknown to me yet) that caused breathing issues. It hadn’t been too bad until one day I was lying in bed unable to sleep, and suddenly I feel like every breath is getting me less and less air, even though I’m breathing normally.
I woke up my mom at ~4:30 AM (home because of long covid) and said I feel like I can’t breathe. She asks if it’s bad enough to go to the ER, and I say it might be. I decided to wait 15 minutes, my heartrate was going crazy and I must just be panicked, and that’s why my heart rate is high and why it’s hard to breathe.
Over those 15 minutes my heart rate climbs higher and I’m getting dizzy and hyperventilating and still breathless, and say I need to go now, I think I’m at the edge of where I could actually die.
We drive to a hospital and my heart rate slows down a little bit, and I figure I’m not gonna die in the next hour so I end up waiting, struggling to breathe, until 6AM when my primary care opens his office. They do some tests and say everything looks normal, but later a heart monitor would show my heartrate sometimes get to ~120, even while I’m lying in bed trying to sleep. I eventually learned that is what causes the breathlessness.
I’ve had that happen a couple times since, less frequently it seems, but when it does happen I’m always afraid that this is the time my heart finally gives out. Fortunately it’s very rare and I’ve been able to do some cardio to hopefully help it be even more rare.
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