 I just have to brag on the smartest member of our team, my husband, Mr. Fix-It. He never ceases to amaze me. As a side note, by way of explanation, I have a few herniated discs in my back and so I have discovered this awesome creation of technology called The TENS unit. It is the equivalent of sticking your finger into a light socket on purpose and enjoying it. This little unit comes with 9 volt batteries that send juice through lengthy wires to electrodes that you place on various and sundry parts of your body. At the turn of the dials, waves of electric shock pulse through those nerve endings that have decided to let you know you are in pain, and gently put them to sleep. Pretty soon, you’re signing up for an aerobics class and thinking about flying lessons. It’s great.  That is, unless you turn it up too high or an electrode loosens. Then, you are dancing around the room, squeaking, “Oh! Oh! Oh!” as you grab for the little battery box in an attempt to turn it off. It is worse, however, when one of the little wires begins to burn up. Such was the case with my TENS unit. One of the wires evidently had a tiny break in it and the thing finally burned up. In the interim, I didn’t realize it and so I couldn’t figure out why I got shocked at really inconvenient intervals. Nothing like carrying on a converstation and letting out a squawk while doing a poor imitation of the “Freddy”! You young ones will have to look that up! Finally, the unit died and I was not a happy camper. In comes Mr. Fix-It, in cape and leotards – ok, well, jeans and tool belt – and began major surgery on the offending wire. I watched, fascinated, as he used a meter to touch every spot along this really, really skinny wire to find the break. With an “aha!” he got his wire cutters and clipped a section right behind the piece that goes into the battery pack of the TENS unit. There it was – all burned up inside its plastic sheathing. With a soldering iron, some solder, my extra hands, and a new plastic sheath, he put it all back together good as new. Now I can go back to zapping myself with no interruptions. I am totally blessed!! What a guy. 
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