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Back behind me, in the kitchen, there is a new thing going on.  It's called a gas stove and it's the latest craze in the Meadows.  Designed to scare the user into being super careful whilst cooking (no dangling strings or hairs nearby please) and to heat up instantly and cool down nearly as quickly, it has replaced my little apartment sized stove and filled the gap between the counters remarkably well.  Okay, you're thinking to yourself, what is so super exciting about that (besides new appliances - which are always super exciting specially when you get them as a wedding present!! and you get to peel the plastic covering off the display module with that satisfying feeling)? 
Well, the excitement happened the day that the new stove was delivered.  You see, i thought i was going to be super helpful and unplug the old stove and move it out of the way.  Alas, my being helpful nearly turned into my very nearly having curly hair or possibly no heartbeat at all.  The plug was in the socket a little tighter than i imagined and i consequently had to do a bit of tugging and pulling to get the cord out.  Being a good daughter of my father, i was not tugging on the cord part but holding close to the plug.  Alas, my finger slipped as i tried to get a better grip and next thing i knew, i was experiencing a lot of pain and consternation.  I think it took a short split-second for my brain to compute that this was indeed not a good situation and i had better vacate the area asap before my heartrate was going to be converted to a bad rhythm (or none at all).  The sensation travelled up my right index finger, up my arm and to my chest.  My first reaction after quickly evacuating my digit was to start crying... it was a big shock (literally).  As i type, my poor finger goes into spasms just thinking about the bolt of power that shot through it.  I haven't turned into an X-Lady yet - didn't one of the X-Men derive their power from a lightning bolt or something sci-fi like that?  Needless to say, when the delivery fellas showed up,  i let them unplug the old stove and do all the installations necessary.  I will admit to experiencing a lot of paranoia when it comes to plugging the toaster, the kettle or even my computer in since that whole experience. 
I am thankful that it wasn't worse than it was, otherwise, poor Timothy might not have had a live-wire to walk down the aisle towards him.  I was thankful too that the delivery guys were coming - if i had done some serious damage, hopefully they would have figured out that something was wrong and come in (or maybe they wouldn't have?).  I work such erratic shifts at the hospital that it would probably have been a few days before someone clued into the fact that Danielle hadn't come in for work or called to say hi - probably morbid of me to think about but hey, that's life.