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The True Crisis

Last weekend brought a panic about my safety; the fire department almost broke down my door. Yes - a false alarm, but the true crisis was unknown.

 

Everything that happened last week now makes sense... My extreme aversion of getting out of bed and many complaints about being cold. It was the real problem that led to the fear that something was wrong. Nobody knew about the true crisis because no one actually came inside my apartment

 

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 I must admit, I feel like an idiot now. What kind of dolt can't tell the difference between winter cold and a broken heater? Well, technically, it's not even winter yet. Try telling that to the temperature and wind-chill factor that was in single digits. Joseph was spending the weekend with his father. He wasn't home to tell me something was wrong. I didn't pick up on it, because it was freezing outside, and my neuropathy doesn't react well to the cold.

 

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If you read the blog I posted last Saturday, you know I was COLD! That was only the beginning. When I woke up on Sunday, I was chilled to the bone and jumped right back in bed. I had a friend coming over. I had to get up. But, oh god, it was cold.

 

I dressed in some warm clothes, had soup for lunch, bundled up in a blanket and wore my fingerless gloves -- And I was still freezing. My friend arrived and was immaturely concerned about the temperature in my apartment. She could hear the furnace motor making noises, but no heat came out of the vents.

 

She called my father, who came right over. He confirmed that the heater was broken and went to work trying to fix it. He did different things, went out to buy parts and even missed his dog's agility class so he could get me heat. Nothing worked.

 

My dad turned on the oven and opened the door. The landlord brought a space heater with him. He got the heat back on, took his space heater and left. It felt so good to have heat... for a little while.

 

I knew it would take time for the apartment to warm up. As Sunday progressed, however, it seemed like I was getting cold again. And, so, I was. In fact my gummy worms, which I stole from Joseph, were nearly frozen.

 

At 7:00 PM, I couldn't stand it any longer. I got into bed and all the way under the covers. So did Bast. We stayed there for hours. I wasn't sleeping, just trying to escape the cold.

 

After his other dog's agility class, my dad came back and confirmed, again, that the heater wasn't working. I sort of figured that. He turned on the oven and opened the door. Through an email, he said that he and the landlord would be over first thing in the morning.

 

This is the second reason I am a fool. Why did I stay in a frigid apartment? I know it's silly, but I couldn't leave my cat. She was using me to keep warm. With all the dogs my dad has (three), I couldn't take Bast with me. The only option I could come up with was to stay.

 

I put on my (not so) sexy long underwear, a pair of Joseph's ski socks, my winter cap and fingerless gloves. Then Bast and I crawled back under my covers and wouldn't come out for anything.

 

My dad and the landlord arrive in the morning and fixed the heater... again. I chose to stay in bed and sleep until the apartment was warm. It was great to wake up to a cozy environment.

 

All was well when my assistant came to get my debit card so she could grocery shop for me. As time passed, I began to feel chilly again. I thought I must be delusional. Out came the broken and fingerless gloves.

 

Could this really be happening again? Yes. My assistant noted that the temperature was dropping. She could hear the furnace making sounds, but it wasn't producing any heat. OH, $#!%!!!

 

My dad was on the road fetching Joseph. My cell phone is still broken, and my braille TTY isn't here. I crossed my fingers and sent an email to my landlord. Thankfully, he received it and sent someone over right away. The heater was fixed... yet, again.

 

I was not feeling confident it was truly repaired. I dreaded the thought of being plunged back into that frozen hell. Maybe there's a reason three is my favorite number. The third fix did the job. I'm loving the heat. I've also learned not to take such "little" things for granted. You never know how important something is until you lose it. Now pass me another gummy worm....

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