On Thanksgiving evening, I came home to 4 firetrucks, approximately 50 firefighters, the fire chief and two ambulances in front of my building with the fire sirens blaring.
I tried to get into my parking garage, they wouldn't let me.
There was no street parking since it was all blocked with such large, loud noisy vehicles, so I drove up the hill and parked at Heidi's place. (Thanks Heidi!)
I came back down the hill and begged the firemen to let me into the building, my precious babies were in there.
They wouldn't let me.
The firemen did tell me the apartment on fire was four doors down from mine. FOUR DOORS DOWN FROM MINE! If we could pick a moment in time, this would be when hysteria took over.
"Please help me! Please help me!" I started begging of any fireman who would listen. "I will give you $5000, the title to my car, all my jewelry, whatever you want, just please please please go get my babies!"
They all kept telling me to stay calm, I would be fine.
"I AM NOT FINE! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT? I AM ANYTHING BUT FINE RIGHT NOW!"
I have no idea where that outburst came from, but apparently, it gets you put into an ambulance immediately. I tried to pull my shit together, realizing what was about to happen.
Apparently I didn't do so great when they asked me what I wanted and my response was an adamant "FURKIDS! NOW!"
sidenote: do they put the pulse ox pincher on everyone's fingers?
Next they come at me with the oxygen mask. "No" I started yelling, "I don't need any oxygen!" which I instantly realized was the most wrongest answer I could have given.
"I'm going now" I announced and tried to get out of the ambulance. They held me in place. (Is there some sort of strength requirement for this job? Or am I just weak?)
After a little more calming down, the fire being put out, I signed the terror forms saying I was taking my life into my own hands by not going to the hospital and they let me go.
Once upstairs (holy hell, that was a lot of stairs) I was reunited with my furbabies, the night got better, instantly.
Has anyone ever been through something like this?
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7 comments:
Jeezy peezy, what a night. I'm so glad you and the furkids are okay.
Oh the poor guys! They must have been terrified with all the noise and commotion. Glad you're ok.
I had something a bit similar happen when I first moved onto the mountain. I had left my oldest son, 14 at the time, home alone with my youngest daughter who was 9, while I went to the market. When I tried to come home, the fire dept had the road up the mountain closed because 'it was on fire'. When I asked what, exactly, was on fire they'd just say the mountain. So I had to drive all the way around the base of the mountain to the other way up to get home, the whole time convinced a raging forest fire was about to devour my children. NOT a fun afternoon.
my lord! Never a dull moment with you is there? :)
So glad your furkids are fine. I totally understand the panic. Trust the firemen though...they're there to keep YOU alive as well.
WOAH! That's nuts! How far did the fire get out of control? I would have similarly freaked out.
But, having worked in a trauma bay, I have learned that you follow orders and ask questions (or file charges) later. If someone says "lay down and don't move," you do it, lest you end up knocked out. Then they get to do whatever they wanted to do in the first place.
I would totally freak out if they wouldn't let me in to get my cats even though I understand it's their job. I am glad you're okay and so are the pups.
Glad to hear you and the furbabies are all right. That must have been super scary while it lasted.
I am so glad you are all okay. I would have been the same way.
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