“The only thing we have to fear…”
Nope, na-uh I don’t think so.
It is 2:59 in the morning when the high-pitched ear-piercing sound woke me out of the deepest sleep I’ve had in weeks. Heart pounding I jumped out of bed with a squeak. Oh no, oh no, I silently think, someone’s broken in, what should I do?
What happens next is so out of character I can only chalk it up to the surge of adrenaline or insanity.
Alarm still blaring, Mollie and I completely weaponless, run out into the dark living room, it’s here in the span of mere seconds I walk back and forth thinking.
#1 If I don’t disarm the alarm; the central monitoring station will be notified and emergency personnel will be immediately dispatched.
#2 If I do disarm the alarm and there really is a nefarious something waiting to do unspeakable things to me then I’m on my own.
#3 If I don’t disarm the alarm and the police arrive only to find out there’s no imminent danger I’ll be so embarrassed.
#4 If I do disarm the alarm I may not survive the morning.
#5 If I don’t disarm the alarm my neighbors might call the police to report me for disturbing the peace.
What am I to do? “I know, I’ll grab my cell phone and see if I can determine what set off the alarm.” “Crap” the phone is telling me my sliding door to the balcony in the living room is open and I’m in the living room. This is puzzling for two reasons: my balcony is about four stories high and I’ve installed additional security features on this door. Taking all this into consideration I’m afraid to investigate for fear that the bogey man or something much worse will be waiting to snatch me up.
I make an executive decision and disarm the alarm. All is quiet now, too quiet. I hear the refrigerator come on and almost jump out of my skin.
Poor Mollie is looking at me like I’ve really lost my mind and I’m looking at her like ‘you’re the dog do your job and protect me.’ She gives me one more pathetic glance over her shoulder as she walks back into the bedroom.
I’m a full-fledged, card-carrying chicken and I make no apologies for my behavior. In the midst of an emergency my first instinct is to flee. If you’re in the immediate vicinity I’ll scream to warn you but you’ll need to skedaddle because I’m not waiting to ask “is anyone there?”
I couldn’t sleep for another hour or so after this alarming event because I had to keep a silent vigil in case Mollie and I would have to jump out of the window. Although judging by Mollie’s reaction to my justifiable fear I’d probably be jumping out of the window by myself while she caught up on her rudely interrupted sleep.
You’ll be glad to know that I managed to survive, no thanks to Mollie. I had to see the humor in this situation especially since Halloween is this week it really couldn’t have been more-timely.
Speaking of Halloween last year around this time I tweeted information on the use of decorative contact lenses. After coming across several sites claiming that their colored contacts are FDA approved, I did a little research.
According to the FDA even non-prescription contact lenses used to change the appearance of the eyes are medical devices. Decorative contacts can be purchased through mail order, online, or even the eye doctor.
The important take away in buying FDA approved contacts is getting an eye exam for proper fit and a prescription. Wherever you might decide to make your purchase just be sure the company requires a prescription.
This is such an important issue especially around this time of year as costumes and Halloween make up get more and more creative. Any contacts (even prescribed) can cause issues if proper care isn’t observed when using them.
“Hold on, man. We don’t go anywhere with “scary,” “spooky,” “haunted,” or “forbidden” in the title.” ~From Scooby-Doo
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