It’s Electrifying

February 24, 2014

I didn’t set out trying to get electrocuted.

If you’ve ever been electrocuted, then you know how it feels and you would know that that should never be a human being’s end goal. Ever.

But that’s precisely what happened about a week ago on a rollicking Saturday night.

Let’s preface it by saying I was Tired. Like, real tired. A couple night’s of bad sleep, too much work, I was pretty delirious. So at the rockin’ hour of 11-something on a Saturday night, I turned to my sweet husband and said, that’s it, I give up, I’m going to bed.

“Remember to unplug the heater,” said J.

Now, the heaters in our apartment are sensitive little beings. We usually sleep with the heat off, which is fine, but when the temperature drops below a certain degree, the heater will randomly blow air through its vents, even when turned off, to prevent everything from freezing. So throughout the evening, because the heater is on my side of the bed, I will get randomly blasted with ice cold air. It’s as fabulous as it sounds.

So we finally came to the conclusion that oh, you could just unplug it, problem solved.

I stumbled into the bedroom and pressed the OFF switch. Then I reached down and pulled on the plug which is a HUGE three-pronged crazy thing in a HUGE custom-made socket. It wouldn’t budge. So because I’m not a quitter, I just thought, I KNOW! I’ll use BOTH my hands and pull HARDER on it, not even stopping to think that the heater, at that moment, was STILL blowing out its final remnants of hot air. As in, I had pressed OFF, but it wasn’t really OFF.

And so it came to be, that in my approximation, when I took my two hands and grabbed that plug and both of my index fingers made contact with one of the metal prongs, 10 zillion watts of electricity jolted through my body.

Let me tell you…

Aside from some static electricity mini zaps, I have never before felt anything like that. It zipped through my index fingers, up into my wrists and all the way down to my toes. I screamed as if being murdered, because I was pretty sure I was and jumped back about three feet into the air. J came running and found me hysterical holding out my index fingers to him, gulping for air, my heart beating like crazy.




J sat me down on the couch and calmly looked into my eyes, speaking slowly, as if to a very stupid animal.

“Do I need to call…an AM-BU-LANCE?”

“I DON’T KNOW!!!!” I yelped. “AM I GOING TO DIE?”

And it was a dramatic question, of course. But the fear was very real as my heart was racing and my body was on high alert.

“I think,” said J, as sweet as can be, “that in these types of situations, if you were going to die…you probably would’ve done so by now.”


“Your heart would’ve stopped right away.”


“I mean, at least I think so. Do you want me to Google it?”

“I’M DYYYINNNNNNNNG!” I wailed and buried my face in J’s t-shirt.

We sat like that for a long time.

My whole body felt so strange. The memory of the electricity stuck to my skin, I could feel the jolts in my fingertips still and the warm buzzing and burning sensation throughout my arms.

After sitting in silence for quite awhile, I looked up at J and said, “Remember when I electrocuted myself?” and started to laugh.


But the corners of his mouth were already turning up at the ends.


“Laura, come on…”


Then he ventured out loud…

“Do you think your hair stood up when it happened?”

And that was just enough to push us to the brink of a new kind of hysteria, and the laughter started and couldn’t be stopped. I told him I wished  someone had taken a picture so I could’ve seen it, wondering if you could’ve seen my skeleton like you can in cartoons.

After about an hour, I made my way back to bed, staying as far away from the heater as I possibly could.

“I think I’m going to let you deal with that from now on,” I told J, as he tucked me in.

“No problem.”

I fell asleep with phantom pain in my wrists but laughter in my head and my love the next room over, checking in every now and then to make sure I was alright.


  • GreenInOC

    So scary but told so hilariously!

  • Tim Eimiller

    Hate to be that guy (no, I don’t), but you weren’t electrocuted. You experienced an electric shock. To be electrocuted means to be killed by an electric shock. You did not die, hence you were not electrocuted. You’re welcome. My work here is done.

  • TheSpectrum


  • Tim Eimiller

    Bwahahaha, I love you. I will send awesome flowers to your funeral. Probably lupins.

  • Tim Eimiller

    Oh, and seriously, don’t think that if something is OFF, even really OFF, that you can’t get zapped if you touch the metal prongs of that something’s plug while they are still in contact with an electrical socket. Because you totally can and you totally will.

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