Life’s Panic Moments


Yesterday I got the wind knocked out of me. It was no big deal, I didn’t think much about it for the rest of the day. Today my back is a little sore from the wakeboard wreck that made me lose my breath for a bit. That got me thinking about some stuff hardly blog-worthy, which is exactly why I’m blogging about it!

As a wakeboarder, I get the wind knocked out of me from time to time. It’s kind of funny when it happens whilst floating in the water. Usually after a hard wreck, I struggle to get my mouth to where I can breath in some air, because I have just exhaled most of it upon impact. When I can’t breath when I get to that point, it’s a pretty unique feeling I suppose. I’m used to it now and just wait it out, but I imagine there are people who can’t remember the last time they had their wind knocked out. I love that phrase. It’s the only time our breath is referred to as wind, neat.

Anyway, I bet most people won’t get the wind knocked out of them 5 times their whole lives. Something I’ve only done once that I remember though, is falling down a flight of stairs. That’s another panic inducing moment. It’s one of the worst feelings because it lasts for what seems to be a very long time, and you feel like you should be able to stop yourself with each bounce, but just can’t stop until eventually you land on the floor. At that moment, your brain catches up to your body and you realize what just happened and wait for the pain to set in.

There’s no real point to this post I guess. I think I just realized that my panic level got much lower with getting my wind knocked out because of the frequency with which it happens. I wonder if other panic situations are similar in that aspect.

Neat, I just found an explanation of what happens when the wind is knocked out of a person. And as we know from Michael Scott, anybody who wants can edit Wikipedia, so we know we are getting the best possible information:
Having the wind knocked out of you.

Comments (5)

I had a panic moment a couple of weeks ago that had never happened. I was hauling down a tight piece of singletrack up at Solitude and got out into the rough (downhill) edge of the trail. It was bumpy and I was shaking all over the place, trying to steer the bike from going over the edge and straight down the mountain. For the first time in my life, I thought I might get REALLY hurt. Luckily, I just held on and eventually slowed down enough to get on the trail again, but I thought I was in real trouble there for a second.

That’s one of the things that sucks about getting old. There are fewer and fewer new experiences that are truly new. Too bad I had to take my life into my hands to feel it.

Nice, good save. Yeah, I forgot about high speed panic moments where if you try to slow down you’ll get hurt. I love getting through those unharmed. I actually met a kid who drove a minivan off a cliff. Nobody died in it, but I figure that was a bit of a panic moment.

I think I’ve only had the wind knocked out of me once in my life, and that was when I fell off our zipline as a kid… That was great fun.

On occasion I’ll be laying on the floor watching tv and one of the kids decides to jump off the couch on to my back or stomach. Not so much a panic moment as it is a pain and holding back moment.

I faint probably once or twice a year. I can usually tell when it happens, but my heart still beats rapidly and I get nervous and freak out. Then I pass out, then wake up feeling great…most of the time.