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February 15 How the dishwasher made my hand go numb...Or alternatively titled: "Stupid freaking dishwasher - I hope you rot in dishwasher hell!"
Our dishwasher is broken; but still useable. It's only a "little" broken in that whenever we turn it on, the damn thing leaks all over the kitchen floor. But not every time. Oh no, this dishwasher is too sneaky of a dishwasher for that sort of nonsense. For months at a time it'll lull you into a false sense of security by not leaking.
Then, one evening you turn the dishwasher on just before you go to bed so that your coffee cup will be clean and you'll get that sweet, sweet caffeine you so desperately need in order to properly function at work and in the morning you wake up to find a small lake on your kitchen floor. (What's really sad about this is that Ben didn't even realize it was the dishwasher turning on us again; he thought Cassie the bulldog was just really drooly in the night. You know you're a bulldog owner when....)
Because I am cheap I refuse to have the dishwasher fixed or purchase a new one when a strategically placed towel easily prevents a small flood in the kitchen, and other than this small leakage problem - the dishwasher works just fine. Besides, she's an older model and based on my family's history of bladder control problems (I'm looking at you Grandma!), there's a distinctively good chance that when I'm older I'm going to leak too and you can be damn sure I won't be allowing Ben to replace me with a newer, non-leaking model.
One thing I should mention is that I? Am a terrible housekeeper. When the mumsi entity was visiting last year, while I can't verify this for sure, I'm 98% positive that every time we used the dishwasher, she would wash the dishwasher leak stopping towel afterwards, dry it, fold it and place it neatly back up against the bottom of the dishwasher.
Me? Not so much. You can guess what happens when a wet towel sits on the kitchen floor against the dishwasher for any length of time. Mmm...mildew. And people, I hate the smell of mildew. The smell of mildew personally offends me. And last night when I got home from the vet clinic and walked into the kitchen I could smell mildew. I immediately started the washing machine and tossed the wet mildewy towel in for a good cleaning.
A little background information about my wrist - Last year I went to physio for a few months because of the pain in my right hand. I just assumed it was a typing/secretaril related injury but it turns out that one of the bones in my wrist is longer than the other, which is why my wrist has clicked and popped my entire life (Pam, my physiotherapist actually shudders when I turn my wrist and it pops. Hee!). She made me a custom fitting brace for my wrist which I wear (sexy!) when I'm typing or crocheting and knitting. I stopped going to Physio because 1) I was lazy and 2) it was expensive. Unfortunately last weekend I overdid on a craft project (I'll tell you about that another time) and my wrist ended up fairly tender and sore.
Last night I went to open the dryer door to put the freshly cleaned and much better smelling dishwasher towel in and as I performed this mundane task a noise came from my wrist that can only be described as "Pop", a moment of excruciating pain and then every finger on my hand went numb.
Me: Oh that can't be good.
Ben: What was that babe?
Me: I hurt my wrist.
Ben: *wanders into the laundry area* You okay? Me: It's bad baby, real bad.
Ben: How bad? Are we talking amputation?
Me: Ha, ha jackass. My fingers have gone numb.
Ben: Guess you'd better go see Dr. C huh?
Me: Nah, I'm sure it'll be fine.
Ben: sigh
Thankfully the feeling came back to my fingers and my hand and wrist aren't even particularly sore unless I try to you know - use them. Comments (2)
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