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well, excitement abounds.
Oct. 12th, 2010 11:34 amARGH. Want to scream, so let me talk to you fine folks and see if I can keep from going out of my head with work stress -- of the minor "everyone else is out of the office, and both bosses are out sick, and I am left holding the bag" kind of way.
For those of you who missed my million tweets about it last night... I had a bit of a stressful evening as well.
Arrived home and heard the carbon monoxide detector beeping away. And I couldn't find the cat. Cue minor heart attack. The cat mostly comes to the door to meet me ... and then buzzes past me to roll around on the garage floor... but no cat. So... peer under my bed which is his favorite hiding spot, and there he was. I think the alarm beeping freaked him out, actually, but I had visions of cat dead from CO2 fumes there for a minute.
So called mom and told her and she dispatched Landlord!Dad to come over.
Meanwhile I chased the cat around the garage for a while (he did eventually come out from under the bed) before bunging him in my car as the only place I could think of that was enclosed, but not potentially lethal!
Landlord Dad called the furnace companies emergency line ... and after an hour spent hanging out in the driveway and being eaten alive by mosquitoes the repair dude showed up, diagnosed a minor fuel leak, and a wonky burner on the furnace (the most likely culprit for the CO2) both of which he fixed in like 20 minutes flat and by 7 pm or so I was back in my house.
After a bit of psychosomatic headache and OMG we're going to be overcome by whatever fumes are left... I calmed down. LOL
Things seem to be fine. CO2 detector did its detecting. Need to figure out if I need to get a new one. The furnace got a tune up, and that fuel smell I'd been complaining about for weeks now appears to be fixed.
But it was an odd thing to consider having to evacuate my house. I think maybe me and the cat need a go bag :)
So, if you have a furnace that burns oil or whatnot (I am still not an expert of the whole CO2 thing) spend the 20 bucks or whatever and get yourself a detector. As un-air-tight as my house is refuse to believe I would have died from exposure, but it might have made me sick.
The fun of home not-quite-ownership, eh?
This entry was originally posted at http://valancy-joy.dreamwidth.org/131706.html
For those of you who missed my million tweets about it last night... I had a bit of a stressful evening as well.
Arrived home and heard the carbon monoxide detector beeping away. And I couldn't find the cat. Cue minor heart attack. The cat mostly comes to the door to meet me ... and then buzzes past me to roll around on the garage floor... but no cat. So... peer under my bed which is his favorite hiding spot, and there he was. I think the alarm beeping freaked him out, actually, but I had visions of cat dead from CO2 fumes there for a minute.
So called mom and told her and she dispatched Landlord!Dad to come over.
Meanwhile I chased the cat around the garage for a while (he did eventually come out from under the bed) before bunging him in my car as the only place I could think of that was enclosed, but not potentially lethal!
Landlord Dad called the furnace companies emergency line ... and after an hour spent hanging out in the driveway and being eaten alive by mosquitoes the repair dude showed up, diagnosed a minor fuel leak, and a wonky burner on the furnace (the most likely culprit for the CO2) both of which he fixed in like 20 minutes flat and by 7 pm or so I was back in my house.
After a bit of psychosomatic headache and OMG we're going to be overcome by whatever fumes are left... I calmed down. LOL
Things seem to be fine. CO2 detector did its detecting. Need to figure out if I need to get a new one. The furnace got a tune up, and that fuel smell I'd been complaining about for weeks now appears to be fixed.
But it was an odd thing to consider having to evacuate my house. I think maybe me and the cat need a go bag :)
So, if you have a furnace that burns oil or whatnot (I am still not an expert of the whole CO2 thing) spend the 20 bucks or whatever and get yourself a detector. As un-air-tight as my house is refuse to believe I would have died from exposure, but it might have made me sick.
The fun of home not-quite-ownership, eh?
This entry was originally posted at http://valancy-joy.dreamwidth.org/131706.html
