That happens to me sometimes, too. I usually set the stove time and tell various boys to come get me if it goes off.
That is not a good feeling. It makes my heart race and I get really disoriented, and that makes my panic even worse. I blame the latter on CFIDS. That may be out in Left Field, but the disease is insidious and I can’t discount anything.
I have to try to figure out if an action or reaction is “normal” or if its something that is new but could be triggered by CFIDS or if it is attributable to CFIDS and nothing else.
So now that I’ve done a complete babble, it’s time for me to drive off into the rush-hour traffic.
Later.