That story sounds familiar, Bill......
Cleaning parts in a closed, COLD garage last fall with not the good smelling 'Brakleen', but the cheap $1.50 AdvancedAuto cans. I've been cleaning on/off for the good part of the afternoon, then the GF decides to come downstairs as the house is starting to smell. She opens the garage door and get blown away by the offending culprit fumes. She sees me there smiling and brushing away, and tells me to open up the garage door before I loose more brain cells. BTW: Didnt feel right that eve or the next day either....explains alot, dosent it.
There was another time (in my novicer days) where I was using my left hand as a vise, and using a drill in the right hand. The bit snapped and met mr. left index finger. Nothing like a broken drill bit knawing its way through flesh. Still have a nice scar to show off.
And there was another time.....