Over the last week or so, a whole bunch of our appliances have shown signs of age.
First, the handle on our microwave ripped off. Sheared the screws that held the handle in place right in half. We did a little investigative work and discovered the microwave was built (and installed above the stove) in 1997. More investigation revealed that they no longer make the model OR the replacement handle. Until we have the time to go shopping for a new one, we are left with plying open the door with a screwdriver in order to nuke our food.
The "full power" button on hairdryer we've had for more than 15 years no longer holds. We are left with either holding the button on in order to get the big blast of air, or settling for "style" mode, which means spending an extra chunk of time trying to get "the look".
I dropped my protein shake shaker bottle on the floor and it cracked. I'm a big fan of my protein shakes and liked that bottle a lot. Perfect size; shaker-blender thingie worked perfectly; even liked the color. For now, until I can get a replacement one, I'm stuck using one that is bigger, clunkier and the shaker-blender thingie is a piece of c*#&.
The final blow came two days ago. I opened the doors to our refrigerator and smelled the distinct smell of burning plastic.
The unit at the top of the fridge that houses the light bulbs and controls the temp within the fridge and freezer looked strange. I could actually see part of the light bulbs. I gentle pulled on the unit and it came off in my hand. I could see obvious burn marks near the light sockets. I pulled the plug on the fridge and called the repair guy.
Seems this happens a lot with the particular model we have, said the repair guy. He ordered parts, which will be here in a couple days. We threw out boatloads of food (which I hate doing), packed up some stuff in coolers and are waiting it out.
With all these age related-failures, I find it hard to not think that this is an omen of what's to come tomorrow. After all I, too, am just an aging machine.
Tomorrow, I finally, finally, FINALLY get back in to see an orthopedist to get the word on what is happening with my hip and more recently, my knee and shin.
I know that I have hip arthritis. That was diagnosed in 2014. I also know it is worse (had an xray which confirmed this last October.). What is new is the knee/shin thing, which I think is result of my gait changing.
I have been mostly ignoring all of this. My rationalization? Better to have my head in the sand than a scar on my hip.
I really am just looking for one more year of long distance triathlon. I've been bargaining with the Ironman Gods to let me get through IM WI and IM AZ this year and then I'll be okay with stopping. I promise. (I sound like a crack addict. "Just one more ride on the loop, baby...")
I've been doing some rehab with a physical therapist, who finally got me to agree to get an official evaluation. Tomorrow is the big day.
While I don't think the doc will tell me I can't do these races this year, I am pretty sure he will tell me that this is the last song of the Ironman opera. It will be very hard to hear that fat lady sing the final aria.
I am guessing there may be some more rehab in my future, maybe some cortisone, probably a lot of duct tape.
One way or another, I'll be at the start line of those races this year. And, Ironman Gods willing, I'll be crossing those finish lines with moments to spare.
I just need the fat lady to be silent tomorrow.