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Adaisback:
I believe I was so lucky dear. Till date I cringe at the mere mention of hospital theatre

manuelkel:
Any human wey enter ICU come out alive is a real life testimony.
I helped a family of strangers push their dad from ward to ICU one midnight at a federal hospital.
Immediately we stepped into the ICU I swear to my creator we got froze for 3seconds, I and the guy whose dad we were carrying. Infact the man fell off from our hands because we froze.
Do you know why we froze for 3seconds?? The doctors immediately had to rush to tap us to regain consciousness.
Oh my goodness!!
Patients in ICU are miracles.
I saw people living in hell in ICU.
People praying for death at the ICU ,while Mr death is somewhere staring at them.
Ever since that night, I've been a humbled man.

airsaylongcome:
Looool….ekpa e macaiver.

Samantha125:
Mine happened when I was ten years old, I fell sick and got admitted in hospital... My condition at the time was stable, but kept deteriorating over time, I had to be transferred to another hospital outside of my province... I stayed there for about two weeks before my first surgery and my parents would sometimes have to go back home as they had other priorities back home, my brother was the one who'd normally come and see me during afternoon visiting hours since he was schooling in the same province I was transferred to and his school wasn't that far from the hospital.

A day for my surgery came and things seemed promising after the procedure, even though I was still on oxygen, things seemed to be headed to the right direction... My parents were by my side for a couple of days and the doctor finally decided to get me off the oxygen since my condition had seemed to have improved... My parents then had to go back home in Limpopo and I remember within a couple of hours after their departure, I started experiencing this heavy feeling within my chest like it was compressed altogether, I complained to one nurse about how I was finding it difficult to breathe properly, she alerted the doctor and they put me back on oxygen while they monitored me through the night.

My doctor came back early in the morning to check up on me before he left and it wasn't until I had my breakfast that my condition turned for the worst, I started hyperventilating to a point that even the oxygen wasn't helping anymore, when I attempted to speak, my voice couldn't come out, I felt myself struggling to exhale by the minute... I was immediately attended to by this other doctor that I didn't recognise, he quickly prepared me and rushed me to the ICU together with the ward's senior nurse, I actually thought I was dying by that moment... After getting to the ICU, they tried getting hold of my parents, but could not reach them.

I was then placed on this other oxygen which had this weird smoky smell, I managed to whisper to the senior nurse that I was thirsty and needed some water to drink, she promised to get me the water, but I quickly passed out, when I woke up, I found myself on a life support system and I was being attended to by this other female doctor... My doctor then came and explained everything to me, apparently I had developed an infection after my first surgery, he also told me how they've been trying to get hold of my parents without any success since as a minor, they needed their consent to conduct another surgery on me as my condition was now critical and required them to conduct an urgent surgery ASAP... So in my parents absence, they took it upon themselves to go ahead with the procedure... Because it was either they wait and I don't make it or they conduct the surgery without my parents' permission and save my life.

I honestly didn't care, I was just relieved that I could breathe again even though I relied on a ventilator... I think my brother had an exam that day, so he also couldn't come and see me... Few hours later, two new doctors that I've never seen before came to fetch me from the ICU to the operating theater, apparently they were assigned to perform the surgery on me by another doctor, I was attended to by a variety of doctors that day with their different specialities.

The following day my brother went to the children's ward like he'd normally do during afternoon visiting hours, but upon getting there, I was nowhere to be found, he was then directed to the ICU and when he got there, I was asleep and the sight of me being surrounded by all those different hospital equipments terrified him... From what he told me, he only stayed for a few minutes and left... He got hold of our parents and instructed them to come to the hospital ASAP for I was dying and from that day on, he stopped coming to visit me... My family arrived in the middle of the night and at first they weren't allowed in since it was way past visiting hours, but they explained to the nurses and doctor how they're from another province and drove to the hospital as soon as they heard the news of my condition.

When they came in, I was awake, but still on a life support system and my wrists were restrained to the bed because the doctors feared that I might start overreacting as a child and harm myself in the process... My cousin only looked at me once and left, he waited outside... I could see in my parents and aunt's eyes that they were also terrified by my condition but trying to be strong... From that moment on, I had to be strong for myself and fight because I could see the hopelessness in everyone's eyes.

I stayed in the ICU for a couple of weeks until my condition became stable and I was moved back to the children's ward... I was taken off the ventilator machine and placed back on the medical oxygen, but I still couldn't speak or eat solid food, I'd use a note pad and a pencil to communicate with everyone... My brother then started visiting me again upon hearing that I was out of the ICU.

My mother would later open up to me about how at one point, she had started preparing herself for the worst, but here am I today healthy and happy...😃😃😃... I'll forever be grateful of those doctors who teamed up together to save my life...☺️☺️☺️

That's my survival story.

illicit:
Most people in ICU are either conscious or semi conscious or sedated

I mean that they can't pray

eagleonearth:
Mr death is headquartered in all Nigerian ICUs. People die in dozens there every nite. It was at an ICU in one hospital in the eastern part of Nigeria that I realised that Mr Death is a being.

jaephoenix:
Yeah. Anesthetic agents can kill. General anesthesia puts one in the state between life and death,and little things can tip the balance. Reason why folks die on the table

manuelkel:
It's not about praying, it's about the endless pains.
I saw a woman burnt like a roasted goat yet she was still alive screaming with her all body white pale due to the fire.
Goodness sake!

Astromania:
oh my God Samantha u almost made me cry 😢
dis ur story really moved me, So pathetic.
Sorry for the experience at such tender age.

##My own survival story:

During my childhood & teenage years I've always been sickly, always admitted in hospital & placed on drip... nasal congestion issues.
i was allergic to asthma triggering factors.
Always having trouble breathing attacks.
My mom being convinced by her friends, they were taking me to Crusades.

In School i was exempted from Sweeping Rosters, no drinking cold water, no eating fries, no smoky environment, no perfume,
Mother always shouting "cover ur body!!" ,,no doing dis, no doing dat.
I was dat child with particular concern 😔

I remember d day the Principal wanted to cane me & d whole class shouted "NO OOO!! THEY DON'T USE TO BEAT HIMMMM!!!" isshh omoh 🤦🏻‍♂️

But i thank God that i started to outgrow dat syndrome.
God healed me by his grace.

And also as a kid, i was once to be operated on below my abdomen region. d hospital where d surgery will take place already billed my Dad d estimate.

But one faithful night, i 4llowed d neighborhood kids to one church evening program, they were doing outdoor crusade.
The guest minister for dat day mentioned the case of a young boy having pain in his below his abdomen
(he touched below his own abdomen for emphasis)
said dat after dat day i won't see the condition again, no more pain.

I was shocked & in fear, i knew i was d one he was talking to.
i dashed out of d church compound in fear before they precisely single me out.
Later on d way home other kids were chatting noisily, i kept mute because i was thinking about d encounter & d accurate word of knowledge.

Omoh since dat day ever i did not experience dat condition again oooo!!
One week pass it didn't surface, one month, 2 month... years rolling.
omoh! I knew dat God is real & Miracle is real.

No More Hospital visiting with my Dad,
No more preparation for surgery because i was already healed in an unknown Church.

What pains me till today is dat i haven't gone back to locate that Church in Egan Igando to give a Testimony. But i was just a kid of 9yrs when dat Miracle happened.

And i remembered when we were living in Satellite Town,
One day i entered the underground water tank.
I held on to d lid with both hands & was swinging my legs to feel d water, then suddenly i don't know what happened. Before u could say jack my hands slipped & i was submerged in Water from waist down.

Thankfully my 2 sisters were watching my performance & they quickly held on to my hands & pulled me out.

I give God d glory.

pansophist:
I actually entered that Oké-afa canal in the 2002 Lagos armoury explosion, but was dragged out.

If not for my sister that held me and my younger brother’s hand firmly, probably we would have died.

We were going home from church back then, when the bomb blast started. We ran with the crowd until we found ourselves inside that canal.

I saw people died in that canal, especially children. I didn’t even understood how we made it out alive, because the crowd was rushing in thinking the canal is a path forward, while those inside struggle to get out.

The stampede made the ground so slippery, that as you try to get out, you’ll slip back in.

This was the only time in my life I was standing side by side with corpses, as a young boy.

Thank God I made it out alive.

Samantha125:
Mine happened when I was ten years old, I fell sick and got admitted in hospital... My condition at the time was stable, but kept deteriorating over time, I had to be transferred to another hospital outside of my province... I stayed there for about two weeks before my first surgery and my parents would sometimes have to go back home as they had other priorities back home, my brother was the one who'd normally come and see me during afternoon visiting hours since he was schooling in the same province I was transferred to and his school wasn't that far from the hospital.

A day for my surgery came and things seemed promising after the procedure, even though I was still on oxygen, things seemed to be headed to the right direction... My parents were by my side for a couple of days and the doctor finally decided to get me off the oxygen since my condition had seemed to have improved... My parents then had to go back home in Limpopo and I remember within a couple of hours after their departure, I started experiencing this heavy feeling within my chest like it was compressed altogether, I complained to one nurse about how I was finding it difficult to breathe properly, she alerted the doctor and they put me back on oxygen while they monitored me through the night.

My doctor came back early in the morning to check up on me before he left and it wasn't until I had my breakfast that my condition turned for the worst, I started hyperventilating to a point that even the oxygen wasn't helping anymore, when I attempted to speak, my voice couldn't come out, I felt myself struggling to exhale by the minute... I was immediately attended to by this other doctor that I didn't recognise, he quickly prepared me and rushed me to the ICU together with the ward's senior nurse, I actually thought I was dying by that moment... After getting to the ICU, they tried getting hold of my parents, but could not reach them.

I was then placed on this other oxygen which had this weird smoky smell, I managed to whisper to the senior nurse that I was thirsty and needed some water to drink, she promised to get me the water, but I quickly passed out, when I woke up, I found myself on a life support system and I was being attended to by this other female doctor... My doctor then came and explained everything to me, apparently I had developed an infection after my first surgery, he also told me how they've been trying to get hold of my parents without any success since as a minor, they needed their consent to conduct another surgery on me as my condition was now critical and required them to conduct an urgent surgery ASAP... So in my parents absence, they took it upon themselves to go ahead with the procedure... Because it was either they wait and I don't make it or they conduct the surgery without my parents' permission and save my life.

I honestly didn't care, I was just relieved that I could breathe again even though I relied on a ventilator... I think my brother had an exam that day, so he also couldn't come and see me... Few hours later, two new doctors that I've never seen before came to fetch me from the ICU to the operating theater, apparently they were assigned to perform the surgery on me by another doctor, I was attended to by a variety of doctors that day with their different specialities.

The following day my brother went to the children's ward like he'd normally do during afternoon visiting hours, but upon getting there, I was nowhere to be found, he was then directed to the ICU and when he got there, I was asleep and the sight of me being surrounded by all those different hospital equipments terrified him... From what he told me, he only stayed for a few minutes and left... He got hold of our parents and instructed them to come to the hospital ASAP for I was dying and from that day on, he stopped coming to visit me... My family arrived in the middle of the night and at first they weren't allowed in since it was way past visiting hours, but they explained to the nurses and doctor how they're from another province and drove to the hospital as soon as they heard the news of my condition.

When they came in, I was awake, but still on a life support system and my wrists were restrained to the bed because the doctors feared that I might start overreacting as a child and harm myself in the process... My cousin only looked at me once and left, he waited outside... I could see in my parents and aunt's eyes that they were also terrified by my condition but trying to be strong... From that moment on, I had to be strong for myself and fight because I could see the hopelessness in everyone's eyes.

I stayed in the ICU for a couple of weeks until my condition became stable and I was moved back to the children's ward... I was taken off the ventilator machine and placed back on the medical oxygen, but I still couldn't speak or eat solid food, I'd use a note pad and a pencil to communicate with everyone... My brother then started visiting me again upon hearing that I was out of the ICU.

My mother would later open up to me about how at one point, she had started preparing herself for the worst, but here am I today healthy and happy...😃😃😃... I'll forever be grateful of those doctors who teamed up together to save my life...☺️☺️☺️

That's my survival story.

Adaisback:
everything was dark like I was inside a thick darkness. It was so scary . I was literally in a world that was created with darkness

23jerryking:
It was just white, smokey and sky-like. They look like humans but no legs, somewhat like astronauts in full regalia. They could see me too I guess, but everyone just floated about minding his own business.

illicit:
Are you sure you were not in the emergency ward?

You see, patients in ICU are moved from emergency ward.

Its usually in Emergency wards or outpatient departments that you find delirious and screaming people

People in ICU are sedated and attached to tubes


Some even have tubes in their mouth or nose or both

Yeah in some cases, case is different so screaming can happen afterall na hospital, patient is in pain

But in ICU, they are under constant surveillance, surrounded by medics and machines, yeah uou might see burns but screaming, how
They are mostly sedated, once again

If that burnt woman was in ICU, the medics will do everything to stabilise her immediately she was brought in


ICU is not labour ward too, or psychiatrist ward nor a theatre

Its mostly quiet and u can hear machines

fadre5:
April 8th 2025 precisely. I was on my way from Lagos to ogbomoso and the driver was on top speed. I was sitting at the front sit in between the driver and an alfa.

Suddenly the vehicle tyre from behind bursted. I saw death in the eyes as the vehicle fell and flipped while tumbling down a hillside. I was just saying "I can't die now" repeatedly as the car was summersaulting down the hill until it came to stop after flips.

Luckily, I was the only person in the vehicle without injuries as the driver died few minutes after the car paused. Two other persons died including an immigration officer. The other occupants had various degrees of severe injuries. Before rescue came, I was the one pulling out people stuck in the car.

When people came there everyone was like "egbon, were you also on this vehicle?"

E be God, I was just struggling back and forth with eyes closed, damn! It was chaotic. Imagine coming out of this alive and scratch free 🤔

Thank God for life

Hahjascho:
Okay,

I once tried to siphon petrol fuel from a Yellow keg into the generator by covering the keg mouth (hose inside) and blowing a strong breeze…such that the gas pressure would force the fuel into the tiny hose. This is a common thing people sometimes do if they don’t want to swallow fuel.

Lo and behold, the gas vapor forced its way out and entered my nose…up to my brain.
Omoh! I first sit down for floor…I could feel my head became so light like gum as I struggled to gain consciousness. This happened for some minutes but it was like hours. I can never forget.

It was after a while I regained consciousness.

Petrol gas is dangerous!

jendoslim:
I thank God on your behalf sir.

May God grant peace to the departed and fortitude to the affected families

kayo80:
I tried that thing only once when my friend was saying I was always wastimg time with the normal.way of sucking fuel with hose and quickly putting it in the car fuel tank hole. Although I was successful, I never did it.again, cos like you I also inhaled some petrol vapor through my nose. Although not as serious as yours, I did feel disoriented for a few seconds..

OvertheTop:
Wow
i guess that is Soul Travel

LeeSmart:
Na woman u be? Why you self go dey sleep naked😂😂

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Astromania:
oh my God Samantha u almost made me cry 😢
dis ur story really moved me, So pathetic.
Sorry for the experience at such tender age.

##My own survival story:

During my childhood & teenage years I've always been sickly, always admitted in hospital & placed on drip... nasal congestion issues.
i was allergic to asthma triggering factors.
Always having trouble breathing attacks.
My mom being convinced by her friends, they were taking me to Crusades.

In School i was exempted from Sweeping Rosters, no drinking cold water, no eating fries, no smoky environment, no perfume,
Mother always shouting "cover ur body!!" ,,no doing dis, no doing dat.
I was dat child with particular concern 😔

I remember d day the Principal wanted to cane me & d whole class shouted "NO OOO!! THEY DON'T USE TO BEAT HIMMMM!!!" isshh omoh 🤦🏻‍♂️

But i thank God that i started to outgrow dat syndrome.
God healed me by his grace.

And also as a kid, i was once to be operated on below my abdomen region. d hospital where d surgery will take place already billed my Dad d estimate.

But one faithful night, i 4llowed d neighborhood kids to one church evening program, they were doing outdoor crusade.
The guest minister for dat day mentioned the case of a young boy having pain in his below his abdomen
(he touched below his own abdomen for emphasis)
said dat after dat day i won't see the condition again, no more pain.

I was shocked & in fear, i knew i was d one he was talking to.
i dashed out of d church compound in fear before they precisely single me out.
Later on d way home other kids were chatting noisily, i kept mute because i was thinking about d encounter & d accurate word of knowledge.

Omoh since dat day ever i did not experience dat condition again oooo!!
One week pass it didn't surface, one month, 2 month... years rolling.
omoh! I knew dat God is real & Miracle is real.

No More Hospital visiting with my Dad,
No more preparation for surgery because i was already healed in an unknown Church.

What pains me till today is dat i haven't gone back to locate that Church in Egan Igando to give a Testimony. But i was just a kid of 9yrs when dat Miracle happened.

And i remembered when we were living in Satellite Town,
One day i entered the underground water tank.
I held on to d lid with both hands & was swinging my legs to feel d water, then suddenly i don't know what happened. Before u could say jack my hands slipped & i was submerged in Water from waist down.

Thankfully my 2 sisters were watching my performance & they quickly held on to my hands & pulled me out.

I give God d glory.

Layk:
I remember in 2018 while traveling to PH in a sienna for a friend's wedding. We got to Delta and hit a very narrow road where vehicles almost face each other. Suddenly, our vehicle tried to overtake a trailer moving ahead of us with a full speed, unknown to him there was another fast moving trailer approaching.
Jesus! We had already left our lane to the lane of the incoming fast moving trailer, as the driver was trying to sway back to our lane with higher speed with gear change, the vehicle refused to change gear o and the trailer on our lane didn't even give a damn. He didn't slow down for us.

Ha! I thought I would die that day. The incoming vehicle was blasting the horn seriously. The seven of us in the car had stood up and frozen up waiting to hear a bang. Luckily, our car swerved by divine intervention.

The experience is still very fresh in my head

manuelkel:
I say ehnn, ever since that experience I've been a humbled man.
People are going through endless pains there, pains that could end by only praying for death yet they can't die.
One was significantly confessing, shouting and pleading with death to come to her rescue not even God anymore.
She was burnt like a roasted barbecue yet she was still alive.
Could you imagine the pains of being burnt all over from hair to toe? Yet death was far.....omor thank God for good health oo.

Samantha125:
Mine happened when I was ten years old, I fell sick and got admitted in hospital... My condition at the time was stable, but kept deteriorating over time, I had to be transferred to another hospital outside of my province... I stayed there for about two weeks before my first surgery and my parents would sometimes have to go back home as they had other priorities back home, my brother was the one who'd normally come and see me during afternoon visiting hours since he was schooling in the same province I was transferred to and his school wasn't that far from the hospital.

A day for my surgery came and things seemed promising after the procedure, even though I was still on oxygen, things seemed to be headed to the right direction... My parents were by my side for a couple of days and the doctor finally decided to get me off the oxygen since my condition had seemed to have improved... My parents then had to go back home in Limpopo and I remember within a couple of hours after their departure, I started experiencing this heavy feeling within my chest like it was compressed altogether, I complained to one nurse about how I was finding it difficult to breathe properly, she alerted the doctor and they put me back on oxygen while they monitored me through the night.

My doctor came back early in the morning to check up on me before he left and it wasn't until I had my breakfast that my condition turned for the worst, I started hyperventilating to a point that even the oxygen wasn't helping anymore, when I attempted to speak, my voice couldn't come out, I felt myself struggling to exhale by the minute... I was immediately attended to by this other doctor that I didn't recognise, he quickly prepared me and rushed me to the ICU together with the ward's senior nurse, I actually thought I was dying by that moment... After getting to the ICU, they tried getting hold of my parents, but could not reach them.

I was then placed on this other oxygen which had this weird smoky smell, I managed to whisper to the senior nurse that I was thirsty and needed some water to drink, she promised to get me the water, but I quickly passed out, when I woke up, I found myself on a life support system and I was being attended to by this other female doctor... My doctor then came and explained everything to me, apparently I had developed an infection after my first surgery, he also told me how they've been trying to get hold of my parents without any success since as a minor, they needed their consent to conduct another surgery on me as my condition was now critical and required them to conduct an urgent surgery ASAP... So in my parents absence, they took it upon themselves to go ahead with the procedure... Because it was either they wait and I don't make it or they conduct the surgery without my parents' permission and save my life.

I honestly didn't care, I was just relieved that I could breathe again even though I relied on a ventilator... I think my brother had an exam that day, so he also couldn't come and see me... Few hours later, two new doctors that I've never seen before came to fetch me from the ICU to the operating theater, apparently they were assigned to perform the surgery on me by another doctor, I was attended to by a variety of doctors that day with their different specialities.

The following day my brother went to the children's ward like he'd normally do during afternoon visiting hours, but upon getting there, I was nowhere to be found, he was then directed to the ICU and when he got there, I was asleep and the sight of me being surrounded by all those different hospital equipments terrified him... From what he told me, he only stayed for a few minutes and left... He got hold of our parents and instructed them to come to the hospital ASAP for I was dying and from that day on, he stopped coming to visit me... My family arrived in the middle of the night and at first they weren't allowed in since it was way past visiting hours, but they explained to the nurses and doctor how they're from another province and drove to the hospital as soon as they heard the news of my condition.

When they came in, I was awake, but still on a life support system and my wrists were restrained to the bed because the doctors feared that I might start overreacting as a child and harm myself in the process... My cousin only looked at me once and left, he waited outside... I could see in my parents and aunt's eyes that they were also terrified by my condition but trying to be strong... From that moment on, I had to be strong for myself and fight because I could see the hopelessness in everyone's eyes.

I stayed in the ICU for a couple of weeks until my condition became stable and I was moved back to the children's ward... I was taken off the ventilator machine and placed back on the medical oxygen, but I still couldn't speak or eat solid food, I'd use a note pad and a pencil to communicate with everyone... My brother then started visiting me again upon hearing that I was out of the ICU.

My mother would later open up to me about how at one point, she had started preparing herself for the worst, but here am I today healthy and happy...😃😃😃... I'll forever be grateful of those doctors who teamed up together to save my life...☺️☺️☺️

That's my survival story.

eagleonearth:
we are similar oo. That's how my parents took me to a church function when I was about 8yrs. I was busy playing with other children outside because we found the preaching boring or stuff like that. After the event, my parents said I should start confessing that I have been healed of asthma(bronchitis), that my case was called out via word of knowledge/prophecy by the guest preacher. I refuted what my parents were saying and told them that I still had difficulty breathing and I can't lie that I have been healed when I'm not. long story cut short, that sickness disappeared in a very mysterious way from that day. I threw away my medicine bag and stopped having crisis and incessant injection routine. God is powerful indeed.