Worst Experiences and Lessons Learnt

What have been your worst experiences?
Have you ever had to call for help?
What lessons have come out of these situations?
When you do 1st Aid and leadership courses you hear all these stories, they're always someone else and you think "How could anyone be so stupid?" until one day it happens to you. Why not share a personal story here, perhaps someone might learn something the easy way
My worst was the first time crossing between the Skenes and Hotham on the AAWT, I was hiking solo. It had been an awesome hike, perfect weather, sleeping under the stars, met only one other hiker heading in the other direction and some cows. Crosscut Saw was good, camped in Catherine Saddle surrounded by lyre birds, no trouble with water.
The next day started with an ominous sunrise and it was snowing by the time I was on the Razor. There was a bit of a break from the snow while I walked through fog to the base of The Viking and climbed up. Once on top it came in blizzarding with an electrical storm. I had enough time to find a thin ledge of rock to squeeze under, rummage through the pack for the spare thermals and change before lightning started striking The Viking. My hair was standing on end. Made for a very exciting lunch break. After the storm passed the fog came in and I had about 1m vis. I found the drop off point but I couldn't see down so had no idea how steep or far it would be. I was concerned about more storms so I found another rock to camp under for the night and collected fresh water as it rained all night.
It was clear again by about 8am so I dropped of The Viking but slipped on ice and dislocated my shoulder. Luckily it wasn't the first time for that shoulder (and I have since dislocated the other one too but not in the bush) so, with some tears and expletives, I popped it back in, kicked my pack down to the bottom and strapped everything up. I made a few adjustments to the pack and managed to balance it with just one shoulder.
But in the haze of pain I had somehow missed the track heading to Barry Saddle and wandered too far around the base of The Viking. Irrationally I bush bashed across instead of back tracking and luckily noticed when I crossed the track.
After Barry Saddle I started hearing trail bikes and 4WDs and decided to push on to a trail intersection and wave someone down to drive me out but it clouded over, fog came in, started raining and for 2 hours not a single vehicle passed me.
It was getting dark so I consulting the map and noticed a building (ie a little nameless black square on the topo) about 4-5km away and hoped it was a hut that was still standing. I took 3 paracetamol, waited 20 minutes for them to take the edge off the pain, hoisted my pack and started running to reach the hut before I couldn't see anything. I had no idea what the hut was called but it was such a relief to find it. It was relatively new so obviously it had replaced one lost in a fire. Seeing that hut was just the sweetest thing, being able to dump my pack and have a good cry knowing everything was going to be okay.
The next morning I flagged down a 4WD. They just happened to be leaving and dropped me at the closest town and medical clinic to have my shoulder checked out.
It wouldn't have taken much to have turned this into an emergency like location, weather, first time dislocation, lack of 1st aid, getting lost in a blizzard, lightning strike, lightning fire among many variables. I admit, I did have my EPIRB in my hand seriously thinking of using it while weighing up distance, terrain, water, level of pain.
I learnt that pain seriously inhibits rational thought.
It pays to pay attention in wilderness 1st Aid courses.
Mark on your maps huts that are reasonably close by and check that they are still standing before you start so you can get to shelter without undue stress and time wasting.
Don't bury your spare set of thermals too deep inside your pack because there usually isn't convenient shelter when you need them.
Always carry strapping tape in your first aid kit, if it's not an ankle or knee injury it will usually be another important joint.
Trust your gut instinct, if you feel something is not quite right stop and assess the situation, I was not too far off track but if I hadn't listened to my instinct I could have kept wandering in the wrong direction assuming it was an overgrown section, stopping gives you time to collect yourself, slow down your heart rate, control your breathe, take a look around yourself and give yourself the chance to make a smarter decision, perhaps not the smartest when you're in agony but you give yourself a better chance of survival.
Carry something stronger than paracetamol in the 1st aid kit.
I have hypothermia and frost bite stories too but they're not so exciting and a bit embarrassing
Have you ever had to call for help?
What lessons have come out of these situations?
When you do 1st Aid and leadership courses you hear all these stories, they're always someone else and you think "How could anyone be so stupid?" until one day it happens to you. Why not share a personal story here, perhaps someone might learn something the easy way

My worst was the first time crossing between the Skenes and Hotham on the AAWT, I was hiking solo. It had been an awesome hike, perfect weather, sleeping under the stars, met only one other hiker heading in the other direction and some cows. Crosscut Saw was good, camped in Catherine Saddle surrounded by lyre birds, no trouble with water.
The next day started with an ominous sunrise and it was snowing by the time I was on the Razor. There was a bit of a break from the snow while I walked through fog to the base of The Viking and climbed up. Once on top it came in blizzarding with an electrical storm. I had enough time to find a thin ledge of rock to squeeze under, rummage through the pack for the spare thermals and change before lightning started striking The Viking. My hair was standing on end. Made for a very exciting lunch break. After the storm passed the fog came in and I had about 1m vis. I found the drop off point but I couldn't see down so had no idea how steep or far it would be. I was concerned about more storms so I found another rock to camp under for the night and collected fresh water as it rained all night.
It was clear again by about 8am so I dropped of The Viking but slipped on ice and dislocated my shoulder. Luckily it wasn't the first time for that shoulder (and I have since dislocated the other one too but not in the bush) so, with some tears and expletives, I popped it back in, kicked my pack down to the bottom and strapped everything up. I made a few adjustments to the pack and managed to balance it with just one shoulder.
But in the haze of pain I had somehow missed the track heading to Barry Saddle and wandered too far around the base of The Viking. Irrationally I bush bashed across instead of back tracking and luckily noticed when I crossed the track.
After Barry Saddle I started hearing trail bikes and 4WDs and decided to push on to a trail intersection and wave someone down to drive me out but it clouded over, fog came in, started raining and for 2 hours not a single vehicle passed me.
It was getting dark so I consulting the map and noticed a building (ie a little nameless black square on the topo) about 4-5km away and hoped it was a hut that was still standing. I took 3 paracetamol, waited 20 minutes for them to take the edge off the pain, hoisted my pack and started running to reach the hut before I couldn't see anything. I had no idea what the hut was called but it was such a relief to find it. It was relatively new so obviously it had replaced one lost in a fire. Seeing that hut was just the sweetest thing, being able to dump my pack and have a good cry knowing everything was going to be okay.
The next morning I flagged down a 4WD. They just happened to be leaving and dropped me at the closest town and medical clinic to have my shoulder checked out.
It wouldn't have taken much to have turned this into an emergency like location, weather, first time dislocation, lack of 1st aid, getting lost in a blizzard, lightning strike, lightning fire among many variables. I admit, I did have my EPIRB in my hand seriously thinking of using it while weighing up distance, terrain, water, level of pain.
I learnt that pain seriously inhibits rational thought.
It pays to pay attention in wilderness 1st Aid courses.
Mark on your maps huts that are reasonably close by and check that they are still standing before you start so you can get to shelter without undue stress and time wasting.
Don't bury your spare set of thermals too deep inside your pack because there usually isn't convenient shelter when you need them.
Always carry strapping tape in your first aid kit, if it's not an ankle or knee injury it will usually be another important joint.
Trust your gut instinct, if you feel something is not quite right stop and assess the situation, I was not too far off track but if I hadn't listened to my instinct I could have kept wandering in the wrong direction assuming it was an overgrown section, stopping gives you time to collect yourself, slow down your heart rate, control your breathe, take a look around yourself and give yourself the chance to make a smarter decision, perhaps not the smartest when you're in agony but you give yourself a better chance of survival.
Carry something stronger than paracetamol in the 1st aid kit.
I have hypothermia and frost bite stories too but they're not so exciting and a bit embarrassing
