a disturbing email from one chick who lives alone to another (me)

“… A guy that lives on the second floor died in his apartment and he had been there for 4 or 5 days. They think he was cooking or something and slipped and fell and cracked his head on the cement floor and bled to death.

Really friggin sad!!! he was the nicest guy too. I always worry about living alone – if something happened to me how long would it take for someone to find me and would my friends/family find me or some random person – UGH!!! I can’t even think about it it makes me sick to my stomach. Needless to say, i may head to my parents’ place a day early because the stench is absolutely nauseating. I can’t even step foot out of my apartment without getting sick.”

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  • Lost

    Scary! How old was this guy?
    I think that’s a peril of being single and living alone.

  • Kate

    Ack, that’s horrible.

    I slipped on the stairs in my last place, fell over like a friggin’ tree onto the floor, and missed catching my head on the corner of a cabinet by about an inch. Totally had the same thought–if i HAD conked my head, how long would it be before anyone knew? I also once called 911 for chest pains, which I later realized were probably my first panic attack. Yay! But all I could think at the time was, if this is something bad and I pass out, no one will know. Living alone is nice a lot of the time, but sometimes it fucking sucks.

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