MY DOG SAVED MY LIFE!!!
November 12th, 2009 | 1,591 wordcount, 1 imageSorry I haven’t been posting at all in the past few months. I was actually going to start again yesterday, staring with a post about the D.C. sniper execution (Angela’s request) and then making another post later on about a cow urine soda drink put out in India. I still might do the cow urine one because just about everyone and their mother is posting about the D.C. sniper. I don’t think I’ve seen one post about this cow urine soda drink!!!! And let’s face it people, it’s important. (Not really, but it’s damn well interesting. … And, also, it’s a start to break back into blogging after months and months of not posting).
Then around 4 o’clock I was getting exhausted — little did I know I was dying, and would have if it wasn’t for my shih tzu, Chibi (I’ll explain about this more later). This is not an exaggeration, this not me being dramatic. I was five minutes away from passing away. Let me explain. The house next door to me is condemned and no one lives there. A bank owns it. Since I live in a townhouse that means our house is also attached to it. That house has black mold from flooding in the basement (don’t even ask me how that happened on an elevated spot in New Jersey), therefore we also have black mold in ours. It’s in the basement now as far as I know, but who knows when it will spread to the upper floors. Basically whatever happens to that house happens to mine and the other attached house next to it. Apparently the bank also likes to run generators and just let things fester in that house with no regard of who it’s effecting. That house has been a problem for us for months. Who knew it would be SO deadly in an instant though?
About a week or so ago I started to feel tired and lethargic. I would get up after hours of sleeping and thirty minutes later I would want to go back to sleep. I’d force myself to stay up only because I felt it was inappropriate to sleep SO much. I began to feel myself walking around in a fog and even my memory was effected. My memory has always not been the best, but my short term memory was getting worse and worse. I was nauseous on and off, and I felt depressed.
At first I thought maybe that’s all it was. Clinical depression. The winter blues? I’ve never experienced that before, just because it’s colder out and turns darker quicker never bothered me before, but since I’m getting older I figured maybe it was normal—WHICH IS COMPLETE NONSENSE BECAUSE I’M NOT OLD AT ALL. I thought maybe my low thyroid problem was also getting worse, but after years of it not being treated correctly anyway it wouldn’t just jump to such severe symptoms.
Then I thought I had cancer. LOL. Logical jump from depression to cancer, right? That’s me and that always has been me. Jumping to the worst case scenario. But, I mean, I literally felt waves of nausea coming over me at times during the past week or so, and something in me just didn’t feel right. However, and this is the messed up part, due to the lethargic, tired feeling I had, it was all “alright” anyway. If I had cancer, overall, it was fine. “God take me now, I’m ready to die, I just am too tired to care” type of feeling.
THEN I THOUGHT I HAD ALZHEIMER’S. L. O. L. I WAS LOOKING UP ON GOOGLE “ALZHEIMERS AT 20″ AND WHATNOT (I mean I already blogged about Alzheimer’s hitting people in their 40s, why not 20s next?). My slowly disintegrating memory and the fact that I would be saying something and then stop and have to think about what I was saying made me jump to THIS conclusion.
So I supposedly had depression, a low thyroid jumping from mildly annoying to disastrously bad in a week, cancer and ALZHEIMER’S LOL. Add in some “sleep deprived” feelings and hallucinations of shadows and bugs on my wall that weren’t there, so for all I knew I may as well have been developing schizophrenia too. I was just too tired to care, wanting to start sleeping my life away, honestly.
Yesterday I found out it was carbon monoxide poisoning though, THANKS TO MY DOG!!!. I felt the familiar feeling of being exhausted so I went to lay down. I was watching some repeat of 20/20 on TV, ready to just close my eyes and fall asleep — READY FOR DEATH — when I heard my dog crying. MY HERO.

;_; that’s the mop that saved my life rite there…
Ezra (5:36:31 AM): Lol it saved you!
Concetta (5:36:33 AM): i know LOL
Ezra (5:36:35 AM): That little mut proved his worth
The carbon monoxide detector was finally going off downstairs (I’m guessing the levels were finally getting high enough for it to go off) and hurting my dogs ears. I didn’t hear the detector, but I DID hear Chibi crying. When I went into the hallway I heard the beeping. At first I thought it was my fire detectors going off, so I smacked those off the ceiling to get them to stop, but that wasn’t it. The carbon monoxide detector was plugged in near the floor so I didn’t see it at first. All the while my poor dog is whimpering and crying, so I grabbed him and brought him upstairs to my bedroom so he wouldn’t have to suffer the high pitched beeping anymore and went back downstairs to try to figure out where the beeping was coming from.
Precious time was wasting every moment I stayed in that house.
I kept walking around saying “the beeping is coming from right around this spot..” Finally I saw the detector plugged in. It was basically flashing “CO leak; Get to fresh air.” So I ran back upstairs and got shoes on, like a dumbass LOL. I should’ve just left. I wound up getting my next door neighbor to help and while he was on the phone with the fire department I realized… “OH MY GOD, CHIBI!” My dog would’ve died before any of us.
This part of the story is a little dramatic LOL. I run back into the house, and I’m hit right away with the carbon monoxide and the sick feeling I was already feeling gets worse. My neighbors following me in like “CONCETTA DON’T GO BACK IN THERE” trying to drag me out, but I wasn’t about to leave my dog. First we call for him, and I realize he’s upstairs in my mothers bedroom too scared (or too tired?) to come out. I start climbing up the stairs, and we only have about 17 stairs here, but halfway through them I was exhausted, ready to pass out. My neighbors yelling for me to get back down but I ignored him. I wasn’t about to let Chibi die. Especially when I have him to thank for saving my life.
The fire department said if I would have went to sleep I would have never woken up again. My life was literally moments from ending. If I didn’t have a dog I would have been dead. Do you realize how shaken up that makes me? My life could have been snuffed out in an instance. I would have never heard the alarm with the TV on and my own exhaustion taking over. Only my dogs cries were enough to force me up. As I write this I really feel lucky. My mind has also gone into alot of morbid directions too of “what if this, what if that,” but I’m going to cling onto the feeling of luck and my life being saved for as long as I can.
Concetta (10:09:25 PM): MAYBE
Concetta (10:09:27 PM): IT WAS A MIRACLE
Concetta (10:09:29 PM): XD?…
Concetta (10:09:34 PM): ._. ;;i believe in jesus now;;
Virtue (10:13:19 PM): ROFL
Virtue (10:13:25 PM): i believe in your DOG now
Concetta (10:14:08 PM): i know
Concetta (10:14:08 PM): wow
Concetta (10:14:09 PM): lol
Anyway I wound up going to the hospital and by the end of the night I was fine, just tired still LOL. From shock though more than anything else. They gave me oxygen, which I had to get twice, took my blood and gave me a prescription for nausea.
All and all I’m feeling a little better. The sickness, tiredness and depressed feeling I was having is going away. I’m feel much better. I’m glad I can stop telling people “I’m tired” all the time now!
And my advice to everyone? Aside from having a dog, which I think everyone now needs, and a carbon monoxide detector, which should be mandatory in houses, people need to pay attention to symptoms they’re feeling. This is the second or third time I’ve ignored something that was going on with me for a long time, or semi-long time, and wound up in the hospital for it (and this time almost dying). If you’re feeling depressed, psycho, tired, or anything like that, IT COULD BE FROM AN OUTSIDE INFLUENCE!!!. I mean, didn’t we all just find out not too long ago that granite countertops cause might cause cancer? Who knows what other influences are around us every day causing us to be sick. The problem isn’t always from within. DON’T be like me and just sleep the problems away or wait months for them to pass, while they only get worse. GET HELP RIGHT AWAY! You might save your life.
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