I suspect some spirit had in mind that I had a job to do on this planet and made sure the turpentine (or whatever it was) failed. I can count a couple dozen times in this life I should have died and didn't, so I guess they ain't done with me yet.
And I tried to "get away" several times on my own while my mom was pregnant with me. She had to go to bed basically for the last three months so I'd stay in long enough to finish cooking.
Well, crap, my tank is empty.