Waking up in a hospital is never a fun time. When you wake up in hospital with no idea how you got there, it can be downright terrifying.
Although it may seem like the opening scene of a horror/thriller movie, it actually happens to more people than you’d expect.
Here are 26 stories from people who shared their experience waking up in a hospital on Reddit (source at the end of the article).
I remember leaving the parking lot at my job and then waking up in the ER. My car had been hit by another, my car ended up hitting a telephone pole on the drivers side front door. Had a concussion and a fractured pelvis. There is about 45 minutes that I will never remember.
watermagequu
I got electrocuted in a recording studio.
I was going to speak into the talkback mic to the control room to tell them I was ready to start a take when I noticed all the lights in the entire building going dark as I got the most unbelievably hard and painful electric shock to my face. I don’t remember anything but I woke up in the hospital 3 hours later not knowing how I got there. Fortunately, I was okay.
I later learned that the building had dodgy electricity and my body happened to complete the connection between two circuits – one with 116 volts in the live room, the other with 124 in the control room. Zapppppppp.
omglolnub
Cycling my bike to work a few weeks ago, car pulls out from a junction too late and stops dead in front of me. Last memory is the rear windshield far too close for comfort. I come to in an ambulance, the paramedics holding my head and face with their hands – first question once I’d got my bearings was “Have I had pain meds?” followed by “… is my bike OK?”. Neither answer inspired confidence and I spent the morning in theatre as the surgeons sewed the bits hanging from my face back together.
ezraburke
I was twelve in 1982. Woke up in a hospital bed feeling fine, no idea what happened. Nobody else in the room.
Last person I remember hanging out with was my friend, Scott, so I call his house. His mom answered, advised me to call my parents. No answer at the home phone.
So I’m sitting in this bed, trying to figure out why I’m even there. I finally discover that the rolling table over the bed opens up, and there’s a mirror under the lid.
Across my forehead and down the whole right side of my face are fresh abrasions. “Ohhh, that’s why.”
Finally get hold of Scott and learn the story (which I still don’t remember).
Was riding my bike down a sidewalk near the grade school. Sidewalk takes a 45 degree left turn, and I cut the corner. Grass is deep, and a little wet, and my front wheel catches on the edge of the sidewalk, flipping me over. I landed on my face, dragged against the other edge of the sidewalk, knocked out cold.
Another neighborhood kid was in the area, hustled back to alert my parents. My Dad took me to the hospital in his car, and I woke up the next day.
Yes, my parents just left me in the hospital by myself.
Cut a guy off while bar tending in college. He wasn’t too happy, grabbed a bottle, and chucked it at the back of my head as I turned around.
Woke up in a hospital bed with my best regular and his wife ensuring me I’d be ok and the guy wouldn’t ‘be a problem.’
Super reassuring other than the fact this was a pretty unsavory biker bar and the regulars, though amazingly kind and loyal to me, weren’t the most savory human beings.
38 stitches, a partially shaved head, and 3 days later I was at lunch with the same regulars.
That’s all I remember from that day. Apparently I took his saddle off, hosed him down, and drove myself home. Next thing I remember I was being wheeled in for a CAT scan.
I broke my back (this wasn’t discovered until MUCH later since I was still mobile) and fractured my skull. My helmet was in 3 pieces.
I still own this horse. He’s 22 now and we still ride. Just no jumping.
Woke up in the hospital summer of 2002 cuffed to a hospital bed. Tubes all over me and stitches all over my chest. The night before I was hit by a drunk driver. Had a 6-inch gash down the center of my chest exposing a few ribs.
After I was discharged I spoke with the gas station attendant who told me that he denied the driver a beer sale because he was already wasted. That asshole was never found.
That was pretty bad but apparently I woke up in a daze a few hours earlier. Doctor had me sedated and arms secured to the bed because I was trying to pull my catheter out.
18 year old me got super wasted on Smirnoff Watermelon vodka at some little club in Clearwater, FL. Apparently I fell off of a tall barstool and busted my head.
When I woke up, I wasn’t even sure what state I was in. Accidentally called my friend’s mom in North Dakota trying to get a ride to somewhere other than the hospital.
A decade later and I still can’t drink anything with that watermelon flavor.
Was at the pool. Next thing I know, I wake up in a hospital bed feeling very cold and my throat hurts.
Turns out I had actually drowned, but the lifeguard had pulled me out and reanimated me for about 45 minutes. Then I was flown to the hospital by helicopter, where I lay in a coma for 2 days, during which they kept my body temperature low (to prevent cerebral damage caused by lack of oxygen).
I could go home a week after the accident.