My Facebook update (for yesterday) had little to do with my hip recovery ... but it may bring a chuckle to you, during yours!
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Post Op Day 29 (Wednesday): You know... sometimes recovery defines your day's occurrences .... and then there was yesterday. Ginger had an appointment with the groomer. I had planned to walk her uptown, but the return of pain in my thigh made me reconsider and accept the offer of a friend to deliver her to the pet salon.
Shortly before the 'pick up' time, I think to myself, I'll put some chicken breasts in the crock pot for our evening meal. Always having good intentions, I had asked Dan more than a week ago to get the crock pot out from under the island so I could "throw something in it" (at my whim or discretion). He had done so (got it out) ... I had not (thrown anything in it).
Today was to be the day. I thawed some frozen chicken breasts and placed them in the stoneware. (The crock pot was still sitting on the stove where Dan had put it) I unplugged the toaster and put it away, then plugged the crock pot into the outlet. POOF! Sparks flew from the socket. Rats.
I scoot the appliance to the other side of the counter where I unplug the can opener and plug in the crock pot. POP! More sparks and the microwave goes off. Oh forevermore - what has gone wrong with our wiring? I text my friend (Ginger's Uber driver) - "Blew a fuse, going to basement... door is unlocked, come on in"
In the basement, at the fuse box, I see the two tripped switches and reset them. Back up the stairs. Microwave is still off.... so it's evidently more than the breakers. I'll try the outlet in the bathroom. I clear a crock pot sized space on the vanity and once again .... well, you know what I did... and you can pretty much guess what happened. This one takes out the power in the living room.
My friend arrives. I tell her the mysterious tale and suggest we try one more socket (I mean, could they all be bad?) She picks up the crock pot for me, to move it to another outlet... (though live ones are now getting hard to find) and the cord falls off in her hand
Holy Smokes... it's not the wiring, it's the crock pot.
She retrieves another crock pot from under the island and transfers the chicken. We try another outlet only to find that the third attempt had taken out most of the main level power. Dan texts me and asks if the power is off. (he got a message from the security system saying it had gone to battery back up). "Funny you should ask" I reply.
My friend and I now take the second crock pot to the garage and plug it in - then, per Dan's request, I return to the basement and am able to reset the third breaker and get some of the main level power back on, including the security system .... we move the crock pot back to the kitchen (to a restored outlet.)
When Dan got home from work (and picking up the newly coiffed Ginger) he spends the next 2+ hours investigating the damage, going to the hardware store and then changing out wall sockets. He asked for my assistance in checking the breakers (though I'm sure he questioned why...) only to find I'd not truly reset one of those first two "all the way".
As I told this story to one of my sons and his wife - he asked me, "Mom, How many outlets would it take before you thought to check the crock pot?" My answer? Probably all of them. (How else would I check the crock pot?) And yes, I am well aware of the definition of insanity. Hey - I'm a woman in recovery. I was just trying to make a nice supper. (Which we didn't have until after 7:00). As with all of life, there are ups and downs... good and bad. Some days you're the windshield, some days you're the bug. Some days you're the crock pot.... some days you're the plug.
This post proves you ought not stop praying for me.