Posted on 08/08/2020 10:42:09 AM PDT by Mrs. Warrior
We had a single wide mobile home while stationed in Michigan on recruiting duty in the early 90's. The Army would pay to move it, so we thought it would be like having our own home (boy, were we mistaken!). We had it moved down to Fort Rucker, Alabama, our next duty station after my husband went to OCS and was commissioned after nine years of enlisted service.
I had been needing to have a hysterectomy. I was scheduled to have the surgery while he was away for more training, so my brother came to stay with us and help care for the kids. We were in the mobile home park on post.
Our first indication of a problem was after we set up a wading pool by the trailer hitch. We had two pretty pre-teen daughters then. Two teenage boys came over to meet them. I felt that our girls were to young and I wanted to run the boys off politely. The boys were the first ones in the pool, and they touched the metal frame of the home and started to yell and jump out. They got shocked! Well that was one way to run them off!
Later, we were watching television and the screen made a popping sound and went out. In time, we learned that the contractor we hired to set up the home, the electrical guy instead of grounding the house to the earth, he wired the home to the home!
Shortly thereafter I had the hysterectomy. The pain was so intense. I was in the hospital room all alone. A woman came and sat with me during the night. I wanted to thank her the next day, I inquired about her to the the nurse, and she told me no one was there. I think the Lord sent me an angel to keep me through that time. I was discharged with the instructions to get plenty of bed rest and to stay off my feet.
That night after I went to bed it rained for the first time since we arrived. I took my pain medicine and drifted off to sleep. Suddenly, I felt like something slammed into me and then I was lifted up off the bed and was jerking around! I felt like I was having a heart attack! I dropped back down into the bed. I thought that must be some powerful pain medicine!
I called for my brother and told him about it and since I was having chest pains he called an ambulance. I was standing at the doorway watching an EMT push a gurney towards the house, it dawned on me that a metal cart might not be a good idea to touch a live house! He brought the gurney to me, it touched the house and he started to yell and he let go of the cart. There were burn marks on his hands.
I told my brother to get to a hotel with the kids. At the ER I had an oriental doctor and he could not understand how my house could shock me. The nurse told him he had another shock patient, this time it was the EMT from the gurney! I think he wound up believing me. It turned out that my internal stitches had been ripped open. (I later had to have surgery to separate the tissues from where it attached itself to my intestines.) The doctor sent me home as I had no signs of a heart attack.
Later I was using the microwave oven, it started to make an arc of fire. A current went trough the room, our hair started to stand up. I called the fire department. When they arrived they were wearing metal tanks on their backs. The chief was a little vexed with me, we got pulled off another job; “I see no fire”.
I told him about our electrical problems, He said he would have to see for himself about the microwave. I got my family outside. Suddenly there were two firemen stuck at the door, they were yelling not to touch each other. The other firemen gave them a boot in the rear, and they all started to tumble out. They were ripping off their tanks. They had set a shock wave through themselves.
The chief was sitting on my lawn, he had taken off his helmet, I went over and told him that having his hair sticking up like that was a good look for him, and “if you put a little hair gel on it you could look very “punked””. “You know I hate to say I told you so, but I just can't help my self”.
“That is a dangerous situation” he exclaimed and he told his men to turn off the power. We had to be put up some where else. “Do any of you need to go to the ER?” I asked. That poor doctor would be really confused!
I called my husband, he called the contractor, he came back and rewired it. When the contractor came over he got behind my kids, and asked “you don't want to sue me, do you?”. I told him to get away from my kids. “If you want to talk to me, then you talk to me face to face”. “My kids were not injured so I won't sue.”
I had a lot of memory and digestive problems after that.
We would often drive to Panama City Beach, the ocean was a clear green, it was euphoric to be in God's ocean.
It happens. See Ponyexpress9790’s post at #15.
Yeah, but it should only happen once. Anything beyond that and the term..DUMBASS..comes into play.
“...when it rained I would get shocked...”
That sounds like a clue.
I like salmon.
I especially like to eat salmon.
I had a Newfoundland.
He liked salmon, too.
One day we were sitting around eating salmon.
I put dill sauce on mine.
My dog couldnt because he didnt have thumbs.
I kept seeing a grey blur in the room along the floor.
I thought it was a problem with my eyes.
The blur stopped.
It was a least weasel!
He was huge.
He must have been a full 3 ounces.
I think he smiled at me.
He likely wanted some salmon, too.
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