Brain damage.

I'd an interesting morning at work today.

I was sitting in my room this morning. The day had just started and I was clicking about on my computer, looking over people due to come in in the diary, checking my emails, making sure there was nothing in the day that would surprise me. Above me, a light fixture flickered. I clicked on. I scrolled down. The flickering kept going. After a while, it actually got worse. Above me was a recessed light fixture, stuck into the ceiling panels. Let me go get a picture off google.

Not a great picture. But it gives you the gist of it. A silver bowl recessed into the plasterboard ceiling tile with two CFL bulbs in it. The flickering had gotten worse because one bulb had blown altogether, leaving the remaining, flickering, one to annoy me without interference. I sighed, stood on my chair and got up to some old fashioned rooting.

I figured I'd enough light from other sources in the room to just take the bulb out altogether, I could source a replacement later in the day. With some tissue paper to insulate things, I took a firm hold of the base of the bulb, pushed it in towards its socket and twisted. Nothing. It didn't budge. Not a push-in, so. I twisted clockwise. Still no give. I twisted anti clockwise. Again, nothing.

This was a tough one. I went through my options again. Going anticlockwise a second time, I heard a faint noise. Quieter than a pin dropping, I hear a "tink".

Instantly, I panicked. I thought back to my youth. I thought back to someone giving out about CFL bulbs. That, while they're great for the rainforest and whales in that they use less 'leccy, they're filled with the most noxious substances known to man. I remembered a science teacher saying something about mercury being in them, and another science teacher tell me about mercury being, even in small doses, a fucking neurotoxin. I pictured men in HazMat suits. I think I was picturing Dustin Hoffman in Outbreak.

I'm making light of this now but, for five minutes today, I was shitting bricks. If I'd enough mercury in my system I'd be shitting out my kidneys soon after too. I was angry at the bulb. I finally got them out (a straightforward pulling motion took them right out of their sockets) and examined them closely.

One bulb was fine. Untouched. Grand. The other one, the one that tinked, had a crack near the base. As cracks go, you'd only see it if you went looking for it. There didn't even look to be any glass missing, no shards below me on the floor. This didn't calm me much. For all I knew, there was a dozen lethal doses of mercury coarsing through my bloodstream as I stood there. I put the bulbs in an A4 envelope. The envelope went into another envelope. All folded up, I put everything into a plastic bag and threw it into my bin. Monday morning, a binman will probably be writing something similar onto his own blog as he panics out.

I sat down and tried to take my mind off things. My shoulder felt sore. Forgetting that I'd been playing squash last night and swimming the night before, I instantly assumed the mercury was causing muscle spasms. I looked in the mirror, it looked like I'd dark shadows around my eyes. I made a typo while writing an email. I stopped typing and looked at my fingers. They were shaking. Fuck, now I'd brain damage. My right eyelid flickered a little bit.

Stroke. I was having a stroke.

All things I would do or experience on a regular day but, since cracking a lightbulb above me, I was convinced I had mercury poisoning.

I went to the toilet. There, I sat down, got my phone out and did a few quick searches.

"How much mercury is in a cfl bulb?"

"CFL bulb breakages and cleanup"

"writing a will in a hurry"

And the internet, the place that can convince you that something like 'not wanting to get out of bed' means you have AIDS, that hiccups means you've SARS, also known as the VERY LAST PLACE YOU EVER WANT TO GO if you have any form of a symptom, it... actually settled me right down.

A CFL bulb contains about 4 milligrams of mercury. That's about ten cans of tuna. And that's if I actually swallowed the whole bulb. I didn't swallow the bulb. I tinked it, double wrapped it and disposed of it.

I left the loo with a spring in my step. The people I work with probably thought I just had a really good pee.

 

I'm grand now. Making typos left, right and centre (really, this post has now taken almost an hour to write up) and my left shoulder's still sore. My eyes always look this way. I'm pushing 27 and I'm starting to show it.

But, for a very short while today, I was scared. Irrationally so, but definitely scared.

Anyway, that's my story for you. I'm away to Canterbury to see an old friend tomorrow evening. I'll probably get more brain damage down there than I'd get chewing twenty bastarding bulbs.

Bye, now.