I thought I’d take a small break from cleaning to update you all on the fire. First of all, I want to say thanks to everyone who left well-wishes. I’m feeling much better! A lot of you left emails, instant messages, and phone calls. Thanks so much. *hugs* It feels really good to know that such kind people read my blog. I haven’t been able to get back to any of you because I’ve been away from the house since Saturday. We decided it would be a good idea to get away from the house for a few days, so we spent some time with my family. I really needed this to get my mind off of what happened…or what almost happened. But now I’m back at the house and trying to get everything back to normal. The first order of business is my bedroom. Jason and myself have spent the last few hours pulling down the border and disassembling our burnt waterbed. We had to go buy a new bed today, so we took the old one apart and trashed it. The new one should be arriving sometime tomorrow afternoon, so we’ll be camping out on the pull-away bed tonight.

We went to the store earlier and bought some cleaning supplies and attempted to wash down our bedroom walls…to no avail of course. We’ll have to sand down one big section and sheetrock it. That would be the section of the wall that the box fan was sitting in front of. We’ve also got minor water-damage to our carpet, so we had to go rent a steamer and it looks like we’ll be spending the better part of the morning trying to get the smoke out of it. And if that wasn’t enough, the Georgia humidity has caused mildew to set in. Lovely…just lovely. The worst part though are the bedroom walls. The smoke has stained them, so that means that we have to go to Lowe’s and get paint supplies and we have to redo the entire room. Tim…I may just take you up on that offer to help me repaint. :)

*deep sigh* I’m just…it’s really too much. It’s bad enough that I almost died in the damn room, but now I have to spend the next few days in it, reliving it over and over. I don’t know how I’m ever going to be able to sleep in that bedroom again. Maybe it’s a good thing that I’m having to do the room over. I can start fresh and maybe it’ll help me get over the fear I have of sleeping there.

And finally, I have to address something before I log off. To the assholes who decided to leave nasty comments in my last post: everything comes back around and I hope it comes around real soon for you. The fact that you would take the time to respond the way you did, when I’m obviously going through something serious and life-threatening, shows what kind of people you really are. I pity you. And oh darn, I didn’t die. Too bad for you. I understand that what I write sometimes pisses a lot of people off. I understand that there’s a lot of people out there who hate my guts because I’m a pro-Bush, Conservative, PETA-Michael Moore-hating Georgia girl. But come on, it’s the internet people. What you read/see is only a SMALL fraction of who I really am. How pathetic are you when you hate someone so much that you want them to die? Someone you don’t know! There’s a lot of people (bloggers) out there that I don’t care for, but I would NEVER wish any of them dead. How sick are you to wish my little boy without his mother…or my husd without his wife…or my mother without her daughter? So, you hate me so much that it would actually give you pleasure to know that my six-year old and my husd would come home to find my burned body in my bed? *shakes head* Well, that’s exactly what you did, you sickos. I suggest that you have a good come-to-Jesus meeting ASAP and get over whatever it is that’s making you so angry. Really…it’s sad. I don’t expect an apology, because trolls rarely feel bad about what they write, but I sure do hope you realize what kind of people you really are and how stupid you look in the eyes of everyone. Also, I could really care less what you think about me or my blog or whatever. So if it was your intent to hurt my feelings or something with your comments, you failed miserably. In fact, I wouldn’t even be responding to you if I weren’t convinced that you need serious psychological help. And I’m not being sarcastic either. I honestly believe you should consider looking into getting some sort of help. The way you feel/think cannot be normal.

Lord, you know you’ve reached the zenith of blogging when people actually want you dead. Fuckers. You think a little fire will get rid of me so easily? Ha! I’m made of tougher stuff than that. :)