It’s been a week in the little condo on Fullerton Avenue.
I hosted a dinner party, which involved a lot of prep and trips to multiple stores. As I was preparing, I decided it was high time to clean the oven so I set it to self-clean. The last time I made pizza a sausage fell off to the bottom of the stove, so when I set the stove to clean, it started to smolder.
“FIRE, FIRE, FIRE,” the feminine alarm voice warned. I pulled a chair over, only to find I couldn’t reach. I ran back to get the ladder, all the while Ms. Alarm saying, “Warning, warning! FIRE, FIRE.”
I couldn’t find the batteries, if my alarm is in fact battery operated. By this time smoke filled the air and I was terrified my neighbors would hear and come a-knocking. I was in my pajamas, so I ran to quickly change clothes.
“WARNING, Carbon Monoxide!” The female alarm voice had something else to complain about.
A full five minutes, which seemed like forever while the high-pitched screeches rang throughout my condo, and the woman shut up.
Sigh.
This week also brought my first (and hopefully last) ocular migraine, something I had never heard of before - it is a migraine in your eyes, and usually has nothing to do with your head. It freaked me out and thankfully Monica was there to book a conference room and tell me to lay down and relax. My other coworker said if she had been at her desk, she could have called the paramedics. I think I would have died of embarrassment. It is hard to explain what an ocular migraine is, so if you are interested, I suggest clicking on the link. There is a picture that describes it better than I can in words - simply put though, I could not see. Once the ocular migraine went away, I got a head migraine that made me sick to my stomach. Yuck. It was a gross-feeling day all around.
Here’s to a better week this week!