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Though I regularly visit the community center, I rarely post, but there's a story I got to share with you folks. It might make you laugh, it might shock you, it might do both, but I feel sharing stories like this can prevent other people from ever having to be in similiar situations.
So yesterday morning I wake up, and I'm feeling horrific, something similiar to a hangover, but much worse. I'm seeing two of everything, my muscles hurt and are stiff, and my head feels like it was hit repeatedly with a ball ping hammer, oh yeah, and I can't stop dry heaving. Before I can make sense of why I feel like this, my little brother comes in the room, and he's hysterically crying and doubled over, saying his head hurts really bad, by now I'm panicing and looking for my other brother, he wasn't in his bedroom, and low and behold, i hear vomiting in the kitchen. You guessed it, it was him.
Around this time, I'm freaking out so get everyone outside and go to my neighbors house to say that all of us have some sort of mystery illness and to call an ambulance because both my brothers looked pale as hell and seemed to have trouble seeing straight. He called 9-1-1 and I heard him say he suspected a gas leak or carbon monoxide, or whatever, and sent his wife and her daughter to investigate. And that's when they discovered the source of our illness.
It seems that the night before last, my little bro took food into his room and it brought in ants from the outside. He knows that we would have been pissed so he waited for everyone to fall asleep, then went to get the raid ant killer outside and doused his carpet and windowsill with the stuff. Since he didn't open a window and we had all the doors closed, and since both his room and me and my brothers room are all next to each other and on the second floor, the AC just circulated the stuff back and forth and we breathed that sh!t in our sleep.
The paramedics on the scene said that we needed fresh air and to drink plenty of fluids, and that the room needed to air out for a few days before we could go back, so we're staying at my aunts and uncles house for a few days. We were pretty lucky, they said if we hadn't woke up as early as we did, we'd have probably suffocated in our sleep. What a way to go out, and at the hands of a 10 year old might I add.
I tell you all, I love my little brother, but the fact that his little antics almost got me killed makes it difficult to tolerate the little twerp. It's times like this that make me wonder if I'll even want kids of my own in the future. A part of me wants to forever hold it against him, but another part of me also says that he's just 10 and was probably scared we'd be furious about the ants (we'd gotten after him alot because he has a habit of leaving cookie crumbs and candy wrappers and things like that in his room). One things for sure though, at least we won't ever have to worry about him taking food into his room ever again.
The one and only,
Andrew
So yesterday morning I wake up, and I'm feeling horrific, something similiar to a hangover, but much worse. I'm seeing two of everything, my muscles hurt and are stiff, and my head feels like it was hit repeatedly with a ball ping hammer, oh yeah, and I can't stop dry heaving. Before I can make sense of why I feel like this, my little brother comes in the room, and he's hysterically crying and doubled over, saying his head hurts really bad, by now I'm panicing and looking for my other brother, he wasn't in his bedroom, and low and behold, i hear vomiting in the kitchen. You guessed it, it was him.
Around this time, I'm freaking out so get everyone outside and go to my neighbors house to say that all of us have some sort of mystery illness and to call an ambulance because both my brothers looked pale as hell and seemed to have trouble seeing straight. He called 9-1-1 and I heard him say he suspected a gas leak or carbon monoxide, or whatever, and sent his wife and her daughter to investigate. And that's when they discovered the source of our illness.
It seems that the night before last, my little bro took food into his room and it brought in ants from the outside. He knows that we would have been pissed so he waited for everyone to fall asleep, then went to get the raid ant killer outside and doused his carpet and windowsill with the stuff. Since he didn't open a window and we had all the doors closed, and since both his room and me and my brothers room are all next to each other and on the second floor, the AC just circulated the stuff back and forth and we breathed that sh!t in our sleep.
The paramedics on the scene said that we needed fresh air and to drink plenty of fluids, and that the room needed to air out for a few days before we could go back, so we're staying at my aunts and uncles house for a few days. We were pretty lucky, they said if we hadn't woke up as early as we did, we'd have probably suffocated in our sleep. What a way to go out, and at the hands of a 10 year old might I add.
I tell you all, I love my little brother, but the fact that his little antics almost got me killed makes it difficult to tolerate the little twerp. It's times like this that make me wonder if I'll even want kids of my own in the future. A part of me wants to forever hold it against him, but another part of me also says that he's just 10 and was probably scared we'd be furious about the ants (we'd gotten after him alot because he has a habit of leaving cookie crumbs and candy wrappers and things like that in his room). One things for sure though, at least we won't ever have to worry about him taking food into his room ever again.
The one and only,
Andrew
