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It started as you'd expect if you'd read any of the science fiction stories about the concept: something happens that is going to result in your death, and you suddenly find yourself somewhere else.  In my case, I had hiked up to the top of Multnomah Falls in the Columbia River Gorge and leaned over the railing to look down.  Apparently I leaned too hard on it, as it gave way.  I had a spectacular view for a second, and then went splat in my bed.  Well, my bed went splat - teleporting doesn't change your momentum, and in a second, you get going pretty fast - 35kph actually.  It wasn't particularly pleasant for me either, but I managed to avoid broken bones at least (and more importantly, going splat on rocks at 200kph, as I otherwise would have done!).

Once the shock of realizing what I'd done had worn off, I realized that the splitting headache I had was probably the result of the teleporting process, not the crash landing in my bed.  Particularly as when I ran through those moments again to figure out how it happened, those parts of my brain felt like I was taking razor blades to them.  I quickly learned to avoid trying to relive those moments...at least not very often.  Hey, how much can you resist picking at an itching scab?

After a week or so, the razor blades had dulled to butter knives.  I still wasn't quite ready to give it a try for real, but I figured whatever I was doing to trigger the pain was probably what it was going to take to activate my new ability.  After two weeks, it had stopped being a "pain" and merely a "sensation", so I decided to make a test run.  A short distance seemed prudent, so I tried going from my dining room to the deck without benefit of opening the sliding door.

All I got for my trouble was another splitting headache.  Not terribly surprised, since I really had no clue how this thing was supposed to work.

* no robbing cash - too hard to use
* velocity vectors - physic giveth and physics taketh away