I finally have an answer why I have felt like garbage for weeks — the insomnia, the fog, the gut weirdness, the can’t-keep-my-eyes-open crashes — it wasn’t just the humidity, the wildfire haze, or the heat.
There was a gas leak.
On the meter.
Right outside our place.
No smell. No warning. Just a nice little biochemical sabotage session every time we shut the windows and tried to “rest.”
My nervous system has been pulling overtime without hazard pay. My fiancé’s tremors have been flaring. Even the cat’s been extra clingy. And now we know why.
They're out there fixing it now, banging away like this is just another Tuesday. Meanwhile, we’ve been living in a low-grade chemical soup, wondering why our bodies felt like they were unraveling from the inside.
So if you’ve ever felt like something was off and couldn’t prove it — believe yourself. The warning signs don’t always come with sirens.
Sometimes they come with a leak, a locked door, and a cat who won’t get off your feet.
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