So yeah... After finally chafing against it, I guess I can say I do.

There was a little accident today... I set a pot full of oil and french fries on little gas and went to PC. Checked on them after few minutes, it was too early. So I've decided to wait patiently... And my biggest error was that I've decided to do this by sitting on bed.

I must have either not noticed or disregarded the fact of how tired I was, because I fell asleep accidentally. When I woke up, whole room was dark. Not knowing what's going on, I stood up, only to get caught into a chained coughing spasms after inhaling all the smoke. When I finally (crouching near the ground) reached the kitchen, I saw a pillar of flame and completely deformed cooker hood above it. The wall was pitch-black, had no idea what to do initially due to panic. Took me about 4-5 minutes to gather my thoughts and come to senses. 5 long minutes of running around the apartment, opening all the windows. Finally I cut the oxygen's way to the fire and it went off in an instant. Took me another 15 minutes of staying near the ground while waiting the smoke to be aired out. I don't know how much I've inhaled, but I probably can expect side effects of carbon monoxide poisoning.

Results? Cleaning the whole apartment from the sooth, hours of cleaning the kitchen and bathroom, need of replacing the cooker hood (this one is useless already, thanks God it didn't fall, because it was hanging with 30 degrees twist), a must-do repaint of the kitchen and bathroom (These were both just renovated about two weeks ago... I lack words simply).

Why am I alive? Just due to pure luck, I believe. If it wasn't for the fact that the apartment is 3.5 high, I'd be done for most probably. The smoke was already hanging about 1.3~1.4 meters above the ground and up (what gives an effective two meters layer). If I didn't wake up on time or if the apartment would be smaller, I probably would never wake up anymore.

It's somewhat amusing how I suddenly thank God for every single little thing I experienced so far. Even though it was no divine intervention, I still feel the urge of doing this. It just seems... relevant and in-place.

Life kicked me in the ribs once more. I wish I could retaliate somehow.