Intense Sick Day

Hello all. I apologize that I haven't posted in close to a week.  I had a great weekend, but at the end of it ended up getting rather sick and I've been home sick from work until today. I'm not sure what I had. It started with a sore throat and then puffy eyes, congestion, etc, added on. At this point I'm down to a runny nose with occasional cough and sneeze.

I'll post a recap of the weekend, up until getting sick, but for now I have to to tell you about my Tuesday morning, because it was terrible. I called in sick to work and I let the dogs out back when I got up but didn't feel like going down to pick up after them. A few hours later Ben text me to say that I should be sure to pick up poops in the backyard because he thought the lawn guy would come this week since our grass is horrendously long.

While I was making breakfast, I heard a sound in the back. Thinking it was the lawn mower, I grabbed a bag and ran out. It turned out to be the garbage truck; but it also turned out that I had locked myself out; in my pjs, with no phone (or bra for that matter). I was relatively calm and went to the front street to look for someone to borrow their cell phone. I saw the postman so I asked to use his cell phone to call Ben. Ben, of course, screened the call and didn't answer so I left a voicemail. The postman continued on his route and said he'd stop back if Ben happened to call him. I started walking back to the apartment when I remembered the stove top was on for my eggs, with the dogs inside and I got nervous.

I went to the busy street and looked for an open store but everything was still closed. Finally, I found a salon that was open. I walked in in my white pj pants (colored undies showing through) and Bulls t-shirt and asked to use the phone, stating that I'd locked myself out. I tried Ben again. No answer. Not knowing what else to do, and getting nervous about the small flame on my stove top, I called 911 and lost it. I started sobbing.

The flame on the stove was low, but I was still nervous of what could happen, especially with the two dogs inside. Once I got off the phone, the stylist grabbed me some Kleenex and offered me some coffee, which I refused and walked back to my apt.

Within 5 minutes, I heard the siren and a fire engine pulled up with 4 firefighters. I explained the situation. After deciding they couldn't get in a door, they decided to try to pry open a window, and thankfully it worked. They got it open just as two policemen showed up to follow up on the situation.

I shook every one's hand to thank them and then they were off. Craziest sick day ever.  It's the first time I've ever had to call 911 (that I can remember).  A big thank you to CFD and CPD!