Yesterday started out a bit on the dramatic side. The children and I were sleeping soundly in my bed together when the smoke alarm started to sound. I got up and immediately smelled smoke. What a scary scary feeling. I quickly put on my pj pants and went into each room looking for smoke. I saw nothing but I smelled it pretty strongly almost everywhere. So, I scooped up the kids, no jacket or shoes, and called 911. The kids and I went outside, He-Man cried, and our feet froze. I decided to go next door and bang on the neighbors' door so that the kids didn't get even more sick than they already are. It took a while to get them to the door but finally the kids were able to go potty and settle in with Mr. Ray on the sofa, under a blanket. Soon a couple of police cars pulled up at our house and I went outside to tell them that I was on the phone with my husband and that he'd reminded me that we had just turned on the heat for the first time this year. Only it had been about 12 hours later. For, by this point the sun had started to rise and I felt very very confused. The clock in my bedroom had said 2:30 and so I believed it to be much earlier. Apparently the power had gone out and so the clock was wrong. Glad to know that I didn't wake the neighbors up at 2:30 though! Bottom line was that the auxilliary heating unit must have kicked in late in the morning because it got extra cold and so the burning and smoke were coming from that. But everything was fine. No fire. They did say that they get these calls a lot this time of year and that the smell in my house was unusually strong. It's also unusual for the smoke alarm to go off. I felt a bit foolish that there were cops and fire trucks lining the street because of me but it's easy to "over react" when you are at home with children all by yourself at night. What a scary experience.
About 8 years ago, I called 911 for the first, and only other time. A coworker/friend had just been taken off of one psychotropic medication and put onto a strong dose of lithium (I would later learn that he wasn't exactly that crazy... just gay and trying really hard not to be). I knew he felt bad and so I called to check on him. I could tell that he was in rough shape so I went to the store and picked up Sprite and chicken noodle soup. I stayed with him for a while and at some point he started to become unresponsive. I realized that he was having a seizure and it was the scariest thing I'd ever seen before in my life. I called 911 and I was not nearly as calm as I had been two days ago. He was conscious before the ambulence arrived but they still took him to the hospital and kept him for a while. It was horrifying. They kept asking me a thousand questions, like I was his mother or wife.
Have you ever had to call 911?