As a new devotee living for a few weeks in the ashram in the Hare Krishna temple in Boston in 1971, I got a staph infection in my ankle from sitting cross-legged on the floor. I didn't know what it was and thought it was a sprained ankle. The classes at the time were focused on, "We're not these bodies" so I concluded I should just ignore it. Right?
Passed out at the laundromat and woke up three days later in ICU with an intern leaning over me as I lay in bed, "Where am I? What happened?"
"You had a staph infection that went into the bones. We were preparing to amputate your foot."
I immediately looked at my feet, are they still there?
"But miraculously the gangrene reversed itself. We've never seen anything like this!"
I have a lot of stories like this.