I didn’t think there was much wrong with the furnace, but I was mistaken. I didn’t realize exactly how much was wrong until the HVAC technician arrived. I knew it wasn’t nearly as warm as it was, and there were a few weird grinding noises, but I didn’t know the furnace could become a deadly weapon. When the HVAC technician showed up and looked at the furnace, he came back upstairs and asked if I had somewhere I could go? I told him I owned the house, but he shook his head. He told me there was a broken component that couldn’t be repaired or replaced. If the component got worse, it could cause carbon monoxide to leak into the house. I knew all about carbon monoxide. I was a nurse and had seen my share of people who had died from carbon monoxide poisoning. I didn’t want this to happen to me. We talked about getting a new furnace, and he said he would have me talk to an HVAC contractor, but he didn’t want me in the house much longer. As soon as he left, I packed a bag and headed to my best friend’s house. I told her what was happening with the furnace and what the HVAC technician had said. I had some place to stay, and the HVAC company had my phone number so I could talk to an HVAC contractor. I saw on the news where the fire company had been to my house, and remediation had been done for carbon monoxide poisoning. They said the owner wasn’t present for an interview, but I was doing well and staying with a friend.