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@alliancesjr: Terrifying morning today. Emergency evacuations are a gas. As it were.
So, this morning was fairly terrifying. Around 3:30-4:00, the carbon monoxide detector went off. At first I thought it was Tessa's alarm, thinking she had to get up early, but I remembered that she didn't have to be at work until 10ish this morning. Opened my door to deafening chirps from the unit plugged into the wall.
The detector's manual said to ventilate the area, push the reset button, and see if it goes off again. I did so, and it went off again.
Now, I really didn't want to call emergency services at four in the morning. It was raining, I didn't want to stand outside in the cold. However, given a choice between being cold and damp, and being dead, I went with the more popular option.
Unfortunately, I've also had an on-again off-again cold for the last few weeks, so when the lady at the other end of 911 asked if anyone was feeling sick, I told her that I had to be honest and say that I couldn't tell because of this. She did the sucking-in-breath hiss thing. You know the one, where they're thinking something bad just happened.
We evacuated - I unplugged the unit and pulled out the batteries. It's four in the morning, the sound woke me up, my door had been closed AND it was all the way on the opposite end of the apartment. That same wall is an adjoining wall to another apartment and I'm pretty sure it's a bedroom on that wall. You do the math.
We evacuated, and the fire department and the paramedics arrived almost instantly. (Hooray for living in Mount Prospect!) Answered a few questions, asked a few in return, and the fire department went with tricorders to check for carbon monoxide leaks.
Nothing.
No leak, no trace of the gas, and not even any reduced oxygen levels. (Not even in my bathroom!)
I asked, of course, if this is a product of me opening all the windows and the patio door as wide as they could, to ventilate the apartment. What they told me is that there would still be some trace of the gas if it was a leak.
Long story short, our detector is a piece of junk. Property Management's replacing it, no expense. It misfired. (Of course, it may also be secretly an ice cream monitor, and may have been alerting me that Tessa has been sneaking the last of the Cherry Garcia in the middle of the night, which is a theory I cannot discount at this juncture.)
So, yeah. I'm fine, Tessa's fine, apartment's fine. Just a little sleep deprived and a bit stressed at the moment.
An addendum: I'm late in editing Episode 17 of Made of Fail, and probably won't be able to get to it any time soon. I've asked Emergency Editor Devin to take care of it; awaiting his reply.
So, this morning was fairly terrifying. Around 3:30-4:00, the carbon monoxide detector went off. At first I thought it was Tessa's alarm, thinking she had to get up early, but I remembered that she didn't have to be at work until 10ish this morning. Opened my door to deafening chirps from the unit plugged into the wall.
The detector's manual said to ventilate the area, push the reset button, and see if it goes off again. I did so, and it went off again.
Now, I really didn't want to call emergency services at four in the morning. It was raining, I didn't want to stand outside in the cold. However, given a choice between being cold and damp, and being dead, I went with the more popular option.
Unfortunately, I've also had an on-again off-again cold for the last few weeks, so when the lady at the other end of 911 asked if anyone was feeling sick, I told her that I had to be honest and say that I couldn't tell because of this. She did the sucking-in-breath hiss thing. You know the one, where they're thinking something bad just happened.
We evacuated - I unplugged the unit and pulled out the batteries. It's four in the morning, the sound woke me up, my door had been closed AND it was all the way on the opposite end of the apartment. That same wall is an adjoining wall to another apartment and I'm pretty sure it's a bedroom on that wall. You do the math.
We evacuated, and the fire department and the paramedics arrived almost instantly. (Hooray for living in Mount Prospect!) Answered a few questions, asked a few in return, and the fire department went with tricorders to check for carbon monoxide leaks.
Nothing.
No leak, no trace of the gas, and not even any reduced oxygen levels. (Not even in my bathroom!)
I asked, of course, if this is a product of me opening all the windows and the patio door as wide as they could, to ventilate the apartment. What they told me is that there would still be some trace of the gas if it was a leak.
Long story short, our detector is a piece of junk. Property Management's replacing it, no expense. It misfired. (Of course, it may also be secretly an ice cream monitor, and may have been alerting me that Tessa has been sneaking the last of the Cherry Garcia in the middle of the night, which is a theory I cannot discount at this juncture.)
So, yeah. I'm fine, Tessa's fine, apartment's fine. Just a little sleep deprived and a bit stressed at the moment.
An addendum: I'm late in editing Episode 17 of Made of Fail, and probably won't be able to get to it any time soon. I've asked Emergency Editor Devin to take care of it; awaiting his reply.
