It’s Alive! It’s Alive !!!!!

Fahim took yon CPAP machine to work and got one of the guys there to take a look at it - maybe they can fix it? Yon guy plugs it in, sees a "low voltage" - or perhaps "low wattage"? - message on the screen - which I hadn’t seen before because I tend to try to start it in the dark. Ya know, when I’m trying to sleep. So he looks for the source of power and traces it back to a faulty capacitor. There were two capacitors in the machine, so he rerouted <insert highly technical name here> through the other capacitor, turned it on, and promptly freaked out.

Now we should all know by now that I’m a writer. As such, I’m prone to using poetic license. If you don’t know what poetic license means, see "Telling Lies for Fun and Profit" by Lawrence Block. Nah, skip the book. The title tells it all.

‘Nuff.

What he actually did was call Fahim and ask Fahim to come over immediately, and when Fahim showed up, asked, "Uh, dude, is it supposed to do this?" "Uh, yeah man."

The first capacitor was shot and the second was iffy at best, so he suggested that Fahim could buy a replacement capacitor or two and get it taken care of.

Okey dokey smokey.

So Fahim goes to the nearest Capacitor Super Store, also known as a hole in the wall Sri Lankan version of a Canadian Tire packed into a hut four feet by six feet and gets them.

Total cost? 30 Rupees. Or about 30 cents US. Or about $200 Canadian.

Just kidding. About a half a buck Canuck.

And two minutes later, machine was fixed.

That’s it, that’s all.

Of course, I didn’t get it back last night - nope. It waited until lunch today.

But considering I thought I was gonna have to have funeral services for it, that’s fine by me.

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