Close Call

About 6 something (an hour or so after dinner) my son starts to microwave a cup of noodles. After a few minutes he comes running out of the kitchen with his hands over his throat and mouth. Startled, I yelled what the heck! He said gasped, "microwave". I go to the kitchen and I see the microwave sparking, the microwave door was open with some heavy dark smoke coming out. I yell at the kids to Go away, then I went straight to the microwave to stop the sparking. Just a couple of steps toward the microwave, and I gasped and almost passed out. It felt like that harsh smoke went right into my lungs. I was gasping for air and wanted to vomit. I told myself that I couldn't pass out or my kids would freak out. So I went up to the microwave PRAYING that I'd have the strength to unplug it. I couldn't see, the smoke filled my eyes and started to burn and water. I went to living room to gasp for air, but that didn't do much good because I felt like I inhaled more smoke. So I ran to the porch and blew out really hard, then I took a great big breath in and went back into the house, ran to the kitchen and unplugged the microwave. It felt like it took all of my energy and breathe. I found the strength to go outside (as light headed as I was) with burning eyes to run back outside and catch my breath, and cough alot. I opened up the windows and the door to get some air circulated through the house. But it didn't feel or smell like the fumes wanted to leave. So I grabbed my heavy microwave and ran it outside.
Here it is almost 3 hours later. My house stinks. The kids have there fans on and luckily no smell in any of the bedrooms. I am thankful everyone is ok, everything survived, except the microwave.
Its time to say my prayers, express my gratitude, and recover with sleep.