Cranial surgery. Granted it was to take out a glio blastoma tumor but I seriously think about forgoing it again even if my life was on it. The SUrgery’s fine, it’s the miserable head leaking, rotten food, lousy nursing care for ten plus days. I’s seriously think about “NO”. Oh, and add in a Foley catheter.Ecch.
Parasailing in Cabo San Lucas. Terrifying and dangerous.
Agreeing to drive with a more advanced group at an HPDE because there weren’t enough drivers at my level to make our own group. If hair could physically stand up inside a racing helmet, mine would have. Waaay too fast and too much passing (of me by others). Now I know to ask about what groups will be formed.
Take a redeye flight to Europe.
We took a nonstop from San Francisco to Paris. I forget how long it took - ten, twelve hours? I thought we’d be able to sleep on the flight. I was mistaken. And the fact that I accidentally booked non-reclining seats right in front of an exit didn’t help matters.
We arrived at about three in the afternoon local time, exhausted to the point of being sick. We still had to rent a car and drive a couple of hours over unfamiliar A-routes. Even though we had been told to just gut it out and stay up until a normal local hour, there was no way we could do that. We instantly crashed in the hotel room and slept about fifteen hours.
I felt sick for two days, but it was just the combination of exhaustion and jet lag.
Never again.
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Actually much better. I actually love my new doctor. She is young, up to date on the latest science of spinal cord injury, is less than a third of the distance from me as my former doctor AND, as a nice bonus, does Botox therapy for migraines. I got my first treatment last week. Its too soon to tell the ultimate effects of it but ive been mostly headache free since. The one weird thing is the center of my forehead is paralyzed. So if i try to raise my eyebrows in a surprised look, only the outer edges of my eyebrows will lift, and i end up looking like im giving a “one cocked eyebrow” look, only its both eyebrows. Its funny and weird.
In case this is a serious question:
In 1980 (Actually midnight flight New Years’ Eve, so 1981) we flew to Brussels on the Belgian airline called SABENA. Everyone said that the name was an acronym for Such A Bad Experience Never Again.
Is one of your friends kayaker?
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Oh no you di’int.
I’ll never forget sitting at the doorway of the plane and looking down at the little postage stamp appearing fields and the instructor putting his hand on my back and saying “GO!” My conscious probably decided, “I can’t believe you’re really gonna do that. I’m outta here!” and “I” fainted. The instructors had said that 9 out of 10 women and 7 out of 10 men faint the first time. Thank goodness for the static line attached to the plane, because I wasn’t awake to pull the cord myself. I wasn’t that scared in advance, until they told us all of things that could go wrong. I remember all the joking ceased and everyone got really quiet in the plane.
I’ll second that. 27 hours of labor, capped off by an emergency c-section.
Also, watch the movie Penny Serenade. Great movie, but so fucking sad.
Drink absinthe. Disgusting. Like ouzo, which I also hate, plus something rotting.
Visit Paris. I would visit almost any place again that I have been before (I’m lukewarm on Warsaw, and not crazy about Texas, but I have family there), but Paris was a **huge **disappointment. It was dirty, and nothing was as good as you expected it to be. Even the Mona Lisa was a let-down.
I was a candy-striper and loved it. I did it the summer between my sophomore and junior years in high school (you had to be 16), and I liked it so much, I did two shifts a week instead of the typical one, and then I kept doing it through the school year. Every Sunday afternoon after synagogue youth group. Got home just in time to watch Matinee at the Bijou on PBS.
I loved it so much, I actually considered being a nurse, which was something I had never considered before, but my mother was against it, so nothing came of it, but if I had put in 100 hours (which I came close to doing), I would have been eligible for a scholarship.
Shooting a pheasant with a shotgun. There is more to it than that.
I had never successfully fired at one before. I was walking through the field hunting with my dad, who always got off the first shot. Suddenly he said “You got him”. I did not remember anything, I didn’t know I had even fired. My gun ejected a shall casing. Dad, who was amazed that I beat him to the draw, said you just winged him, shoot it again before it runs away, but by then the Springer got it.
I put a loaded gun up to my shoulder and killed a living thing, with absolutely no conscious awareness of what I was doing, and no recollection of it a moment later.
The thing I will never do again is touch a loaded gun.
Aren’t you required to tandem for your first 20 jumps or so? I didn’t know they allowed people to go solo on a first jump.
For static line jumps, there is no requirement. There’s only like 10 secs of free fall before your chute opens automatically (I managed to count to 8 before I started swearing).
Go to a nightclub.
Crap music, drunk people, can’t hold a conversation. This was when I was 18 with my future wife-to-be and I was bored out of my skull. I would rather have been anywhere else. Never been to one again.
Took a job in Texas. Never again. George W. Bush is smarter, wiser, and more compassionate than most of the folks in that lunatic asylum of a state.
I’m the same way. The Paris of the tourist brochures and the Paris of reality seem to be two different Parises. I have no interest in returning to Paris.
I hope not! Aren’t you fucking blind? 
I learned a long time ago to never say ‘never.’
Got a few things I would rather not do again but circumstances can …