My mom was coming over for dinner, so along with making sure I had her favourite beer in the house (Coors Light, in case you’re wondering), I had to clean the house. That meant vacuuming.
And funnily enough, I had just been to my local vacuum shop (what – doesn’t everybody have one of those across the street?) to pick up some filter bags for my vacuum. There, the saleswoman had asked my how old my vacuum was, and when I told her that it was almost ten years old, she cautioned me that I really should bring it in for servicing. She explained what they actually did to service that type of vacuum, and what could happen if I didn’t have it serviced: I could blow the motor. At the time, I smiled and nodded, thinking that I had never heard of anyone blowing the motor of their vacuum, so I certainly wasn’t going to worry about that. And off I went home, with my package of filter bags.
But now. Now her words rang as prophesies in my head. Had I really blown my poor vacuum’s motor?
I took it in to the same shop and explained the problem. Of course the same saleswoman was there, but I spoke to the guy who actually does the repairs. He told me quite bluntly that if it was the motor, I should just purchase a new vacuum. To the tune of about 1000$ for the same type of vacuum. I must have looked horrified, as he quickly went on to say that in his experience, very few motors of this type of vacuum were ever wrecked. He even hazarded a guess that it might just be something in the power cord, which would cost about 100$ to repair, labour included.
And that’s exactly what it turned out to be, some minor disconnection in the power cord, simply due to wear and tear. It was replaced that very day and I was able to finish vacuuming before my mom showed up.
But maybe I shouldn’t have. Today my lower back has seized up painfully again – my same old reoccurring problem. Interestingly enough, this is exactly four weeks after my last chiropractic treatment (remember I was trying monthly preventative visits to the chiropractor?). Either the vacuuming really did do something to my prone-to-pain back, or my back is simply telling me that it LIKES the chiropractor every month so why the hell didn’t I make that July appointment when I was there in June?
Okay back, okay. I’ll make the appointment … but it’ll take me a while to get over to the phone.