I suppose that I fall under the first category, and through an extremely fortunate sequence of events, I didn't die the other night.
Because I have not really cooked in my apartment, I have not gotten used to the gas range. I have used them before, but the gas is inconsistant and at times the flame flickers out. It's really pretty annoying.
While making my dinner, I turned down the heat, and went too far. It flickered out. I know it's irrational, but I tried to beat the flame from going out by turning it back up. Like always, I did not beat it. See the first half of the title of this post.
My dinner was done anyway, so I ate without a second glance at the stove. Evidently, I had not turned it back all the way off. That day, I had studied so much that I decided I needed to have a break.
I happened to stumble on a book on Amazon. It was under the "things you might like" and the price was right...free 99. It turned out to be a really good book, and I read for 5 hours. I finished it about 2 am, and was so bummed when I saw that there was no sequel for this very sequel worthy book. It was not until after my brush with death that I found that there is one in the works. Maybe next time I could try not killing myself while reading it.
The second stroke of luck that night was that I could not find my last dose of sleeping medication. I can't sleep without help; haven't been able to for years. Usually, I take something, and then read for ten or twenty minutes until I fall asleep. On this night, it was not where I thought it was, so between the book and the lack of medication, I didn't go to sleep like I always, always do. What can I say? I am a creature of habit.
The final stroke of luck was the fact that I did not take a nighttime shower. I always take a shower before I sleep, but on this day I had made an attempt to save my hair from the horribly damaging water with this pink goop the locals use. I had done it around lunch time, since that's much more of a process then a quick shower before bed. There is no ready made hot water. The water heater only flames on when there's a draw from the hot water tap. This early shower was lucky since I was slowly turning my apartment into a bomb.
After finishing the book, I had a killer headache. My J family all had been sick the day before, so I thought maybe I'd picked up their bug. I left my bedroom at two am and was almost knocked over by the intense smell of gas in my kitchen. It had leaked so slowly into my bedroom that I had not even noticed it. I felt almost immediately better after opening the windows, and, and miraculously found my sleeping medication not five minutes later. Between the book, the drugs, and lack of shower, I did not die. Even the next day, after I got home from school, the apartment still faintly smelled like gas.
When I first announced I'd bought my ticket to the Middle East, my family worried that some violent circumstance from the Middle East would get me. Sadly, I am my own worst enemy in being so accident prone. I can't help but follow myself around, and therefore can not protect myself from myself.
It is a good thing that God has that policy on fools and children.
Because I have not really cooked in my apartment, I have not gotten used to the gas range. I have used them before, but the gas is inconsistant and at times the flame flickers out. It's really pretty annoying.
While making my dinner, I turned down the heat, and went too far. It flickered out. I know it's irrational, but I tried to beat the flame from going out by turning it back up. Like always, I did not beat it. See the first half of the title of this post.
My dinner was done anyway, so I ate without a second glance at the stove. Evidently, I had not turned it back all the way off. That day, I had studied so much that I decided I needed to have a break.
I happened to stumble on a book on Amazon. It was under the "things you might like" and the price was right...free 99. It turned out to be a really good book, and I read for 5 hours. I finished it about 2 am, and was so bummed when I saw that there was no sequel for this very sequel worthy book. It was not until after my brush with death that I found that there is one in the works. Maybe next time I could try not killing myself while reading it.
The second stroke of luck that night was that I could not find my last dose of sleeping medication. I can't sleep without help; haven't been able to for years. Usually, I take something, and then read for ten or twenty minutes until I fall asleep. On this night, it was not where I thought it was, so between the book and the lack of medication, I didn't go to sleep like I always, always do. What can I say? I am a creature of habit.
The final stroke of luck was the fact that I did not take a nighttime shower. I always take a shower before I sleep, but on this day I had made an attempt to save my hair from the horribly damaging water with this pink goop the locals use. I had done it around lunch time, since that's much more of a process then a quick shower before bed. There is no ready made hot water. The water heater only flames on when there's a draw from the hot water tap. This early shower was lucky since I was slowly turning my apartment into a bomb.
After finishing the book, I had a killer headache. My J family all had been sick the day before, so I thought maybe I'd picked up their bug. I left my bedroom at two am and was almost knocked over by the intense smell of gas in my kitchen. It had leaked so slowly into my bedroom that I had not even noticed it. I felt almost immediately better after opening the windows, and, and miraculously found my sleeping medication not five minutes later. Between the book, the drugs, and lack of shower, I did not die. Even the next day, after I got home from school, the apartment still faintly smelled like gas.
When I first announced I'd bought my ticket to the Middle East, my family worried that some violent circumstance from the Middle East would get me. Sadly, I am my own worst enemy in being so accident prone. I can't help but follow myself around, and therefore can not protect myself from myself.
It is a good thing that God has that policy on fools and children.
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