So, last night, I had a wicked sinus headache. I either get spring allergies, or sinus headaches when it rains, I’m not sure which. Possibly both. Either way, they feel the same, and often turn into migraines. Hooray.
So this morning, shockingly enough, I woke up with a migraine. Crapmonkey, I can’t afford to miss work, but … well, there is death in my skull.
Whatever, curled up with the dog and slept. Had managed to wake up and was trying to convince myself that I could go into work, and … the building fire alarm goes off.
Okay, so I’ve lived in apartments of some sort pretty much all of my adult life. There were a few houses in there, but mostly apartments. Plus, I’ve always worked in office buildings. So I’ve heard my fair share of building fire alarms. None of them — NONE OF THEM — were anywhere NEAR on par with the sheer horribleness of the sound of this alarm.
I admit: I’m a “wait til I smell smoke” kind of fire alarm girl. I’ll keep an eye on the situation, poke my head out into the hallway, and look out the window. But especially when I lived on the 9th floor… eh, I’m not really into trucking all the way down if I don’t have to.
So I wouldn’t be surprised if this particular alarm was designed to stop people like me, because JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT NOISE. I already felt like I had skewers sticking into my temple, that alarm turned them into BLUNT SPOONS DIGGING INTO MY SKULL.
And of course, it’s not just me: Justice is home with me, of course. Justice, the dog who is wigged out by odd sounds. Justice, the dog who has a panic attack at the garbage truck. Justice was not pleased with this noise. AT ALL.
Ok, so we’ve got: Migrainey Donna, Terrified Dog, and WORST ALARM EVER. Yes, okay, I get it — we’re going outside. With the rest of my neighbours. And their dogs. Effing hell. Well, still better to be outside than in. Just to be safe, because there was a good chance we’d have to pass very close to another dog, I muzzled her up. This isn’t something we usually do, because she’s very, very manageable under normal circumstances. I only ever use the muzzle when going to the vet these days.
Yeah, this is not one of those normal circumstances, muzzle it is. Luckily, we were able to duck across the street pretty away from the 20 or so dogs in front of the building. Justice was displeased.
Sure enough, nothing terrible. Fire truck showed up, alarm was turned off, and we trotted back inside. I poked my head out to see if I could find out what was going on, but the best I’ve got is “false alarm”. Awesome.
The result of said adventure is that I feel like I’m going to die, and the slowly fading migraine is RIGHT BACK WITH A FUCKING VENGEANCE.
I’m going to go pretend I don’t exist now.