Ash and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week

Hey guys! I’m going to vent a little bit because last week sucked.

My husband accidentally left one of the burners of our gas stove on after he cooked dinner (I was upstairs studying and went to sleep) and I didn’t realize it until 11:45 the next morning. I was supposed to wake up at around 9:30 to be productive but I slept through all of my alarms. Yes, I’m the type of person who sets multiple alarms.

My cats were the ones who actually woke me up at 11:45.

I didn’t feel well when I woke up. I had a headache and I felt dizzy and nauseous. I took a shower to make myself feel better but it didn’t help. I had to be at work at 1:00 so I put on makeup really quick and decided to make coffee for the road.

But when I went downstairs I heard a strange noise in the kitchen. I checked the sink but the faucet was turned off so I began to walk around with my ears leading the way. When I got to the stove I heard it. The gas was on! Full blast just blowing gas! I was furious! Enraged!

I called my husband (who was at work) and tried to control my fury. He maintained that it was impossible that he left the stove on and even if he did he would’ve smelled it when he woke up. I don’t know much about that, but I think after inhaling gas for 12 hours you don’t smell it anymore. I could be wrong. Regardless, the gas had been left on and I never use that burner because it’s finicky.

I aired out the house as much as I could before I had to rush to work. As soon as I got there I told my boss that I would take half a point that day (we have attendance points). After explaining to her what happened she told me to go home.

I walked back to the parking lot and I realized that I had zero memory of driving to work and thus zero memory of where I had parked my car. I wandered aimlessly around the parking lot looking for my car and it was, in fact, where I always park it. Great.

I drove home, maybe not the best idea in retrospect, but I did. I aired out the house more and called my doctor. I explained my symptoms, headache and dizziness, and they told me that I should be fine but I should go to the ER immediately if I felt nauseous. I felt nauseous in the morning but it had passed so I assumed I was fine.

She did tell me that I would feel the effects for several days and I wouldn’t feel well for a while. Great. Next, I called the vet to make sure the cats would be okay. I checked their gums and everything. The vet said that they should also be fine but to monitor their behavior.

After all of this, I closed up the house and went upstairs to relax. I looked in the mirror and realized, great, I halfway did my makeup. It’s probably why my boss sent me home because I looked disheveled and crazy.

Anyway, on to relaxing.

But oh no, that would not happen. Someone started banging on my door.I wasn’t expecting anything so it startled me, but I didn’t answer the door.

A little backstory, the week prior to this my husband warned me to never open the door even if I’m expecting a delivery. There had been several break-ins in my neighborhood recently of people dressed like workers (for Cox or ADT or other common companies) and once the resident opens the door the robber kicks the door in and enters the home.

Okay, back to the banging. They banged again. I tried, unsuccessful, to subtly look out the window for a vehicle or something to identify the person. I didn’t have a good vantage point because I was afraid of going downstairs, them kicking the door in and me being right there. So I stayed upstairs trying to stay hidden and vigilant.

After the banging they tried to open the door! It happened in slow motion. The handle started jiggling and I just looked down at it. I thought, “Oh hell no!” so I called 911. The jiggling stopped. I tried to peak through the window again and I saw a head go around the side of my house.

The lady told me to hide in a closet. I locked the cats in a closet. Priorities, you know.

I listened and waited for the glass of the sliding glass door to shatter. Silence. I waited longer. More silence. Nothing ever happened. The cops came and still nothing happened.

My head was screaming at the beginning of the whole thing. But I gotta tell you, meditating really helped me to stay calm. I controlled my breathing and I was ready. Well, as ready as you can be for that kind of thing.

After the panic of thinking someone would break into my house, my adrenaline was through the roof and there was no relaxing to be had. What a day.

It didn’t end there. The doctor was right, I had a headache for days. The dizziness remained. The strangest part is that I kept putting dairy products in the microwave instead of back in the fridge. In fact I was misplacing everything in strange places, I was forgetting procedures at work and everything was off without me realizing that it was off. It’s remarkable how your brain can be affected by a substance like carbon monoxide.

The doctor concluded that I had a slight case of carbon monoxide poisoning. I’m sure the fact that I couldn’t sleep the following nights had something to do with it too.

And so ends my vent of that terrible week. I suppose it was really just that day but because it trickled into the week I’m throwing the whole week into the shit pile.

I’m thankful to be alive and I’m thankful for my two beautiful cats who saved my life! Fur babies are everything!

Thank you for reading and have a fantastic day!

Ash

8 thoughts on “Ash and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week

  1. Oh my gosh that sounds like the worst week ever!! I’m so sorry you had to go through all that, that’s scary that the gas was on all night and that someone tried to get into your house. I hope next week is better, and that your fur babies will be okay 😦

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