Electricity, it's f**king dangerous stuff and I'm stupid.
I dont normally mess around with it but yesterday I mistook bravery for stupidity and thought it cant be that difficult to fix the faulty fan on my electric oven.
I didnt turn the power off as I needed to have the oven on to confirm that it was indeed the fan that was sticking.
All I needed to do was give it a squirt of WD40 and away you go, the problem was there was just a letterbox size section on top of the oven thats mounted on the wall where all wiring was to get to the fan at the back. Thats when the alarm bells should have rang.
So with a can of WD40 in my hand I thrust it into the oven hood when I am not quite sure what happened next. I had just released a couple of squirts when I either touched something with the can I was holding or my arm.
What ensued was something that resembled breakdancing for a few seconds but felt like hours I managed to get my arm free. Not sure if the marks up my arm are from the electricity or if I caught it on something as I yanked my arm out.
All I can saw was it gave me a one hell of a stiffy, I can only sumise that as I was wearing rubber sole slippers at the time the family jewels where the nearest point to ground and it chose that route. The wife was quite impressed with the results and had asked me to stick my arm in the oven again this Saturday and twice on Wednesdays.
I've always been wary of electrics as it's one of those things you cant see. This has just reinforced it for me.
I dont normally mess around with it but yesterday I mistook bravery for stupidity and thought it cant be that difficult to fix the faulty fan on my electric oven.
I didnt turn the power off as I needed to have the oven on to confirm that it was indeed the fan that was sticking.
All I needed to do was give it a squirt of WD40 and away you go, the problem was there was just a letterbox size section on top of the oven thats mounted on the wall where all wiring was to get to the fan at the back. Thats when the alarm bells should have rang.
So with a can of WD40 in my hand I thrust it into the oven hood when I am not quite sure what happened next. I had just released a couple of squirts when I either touched something with the can I was holding or my arm.
What ensued was something that resembled breakdancing for a few seconds but felt like hours I managed to get my arm free. Not sure if the marks up my arm are from the electricity or if I caught it on something as I yanked my arm out.
All I can saw was it gave me a one hell of a stiffy, I can only sumise that as I was wearing rubber sole slippers at the time the family jewels where the nearest point to ground and it chose that route. The wife was quite impressed with the results and had asked me to stick my arm in the oven again this Saturday and twice on Wednesdays.
I've always been wary of electrics as it's one of those things you cant see. This has just reinforced it for me.
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