Poisoned

After battling months of what felt like chronic fatigue, both Dustin and I woke up Monday morning beyond groggy (which lasted a good hour) and decided, after continued urging by my friends: Jennifer; Deb; and our recent houseguest from NYC, Marcos; to call the gas company and find out whether we did, in fact, have a gas leak.

Arriving almost immediately, the inspector confirmed what everyone had suspected. Our gas stove was so carbonized that it was producing carbon monoxide gas. So since we had moved in we have been being slowly poisoned. Thank god we sleep with a window open, or it could have been one big long sleep.

He seemed a little shocked that we couldn't smell the leak (but we honestly didn't) and shut off our gas. So now we wait, without a stove, for our landlord to remedy this situation.

Ironically, when our neighbour, Sarah, came over, we related the story to her and she said; "Thank god you looked into it, I used to tell the guy that lived in the apartment before you that I could smell gas all the time and he should get it checked." He obviously never did.

On a positive note, my energy level was almost immediately restored. It feels quite refreshing to wake up and feel like I've actually slept.