In December of 2014, I was having problems with feeling very weak and nauseated. I do deal with
Fibromyalgia (Fibro) and a list of other health issues so feeling weak and nauseated is not new to me. Even Fibro sometimes feels like the flu. Yet this was weird because I couldn't get up off the floor of my lounge pad on that Monday. Usually I can go about doing things a little at a time, but something was different this time. I thought that it was just another health issue I have to endure so it didn't really bother me too much. On Tuesday, I felt a little better but I could barely do my laundry. I just sat by the dryer and pulled out the clothes and threw them over my head to the table because I was too weak to get up. I didn't even fold all of them. I don't normally act like this.
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On Wednesday, I saw a cricket in my kitchen. I don't like crickets so I was anxiously trying to get it out of my kitchen so I would be able to sleep at night. No I am not one of those people who loves the sound of crickets chirping or chiming in the middle of the night. I tried to catch it with a cup I found nearby, yet it hopped to the back of the stove. Grrr, I thought. I am never going to be able to get it. As it hopped behind the stove, I leaned toward the wall to see if I could see it. All of a sudden I smelled gas coming from behind the stove.
I immediately called the gas co and sure enough there was a small gas leak coming through the regulator. He fixed it as I tried to find the cricket. No luck. After he left, I opened the windows and felt fresh air in my lungs immediately. I was too lightheaded to think about opening them beforehand. I noticed that even my cat Buttons was walking around more after I opened the windows.
The next day I saw the cricket hopping out of the kitchen. I ran to it to catch it because I didn't want him in my bedroom making those cricket sounds. Yet I felt sorry for him. Poor little guy, he probably felt sick too with the gas leak because I didn't hear him at all make a peep the night before. I decided to capture that little guy and I walked the three flights of stairs to the outside and released him. He needed a second chance and some fresh air.
God sent that little cricket to save my life and my cat's life too. If I didn't see him hop near the back of the stove, I wouldn't have known I had a gas leak. I have heard people say that animals (cats and dogs) have warned people when danger was close by. God must have a sense of humor, because he sent me a cricket.
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