As I sat playing around online and chatting on my cell phone, I was overcome with the sudden urge to blow my nose. I stood up and walked the 2.5 steps to my bathroom, and before I could make it back to my couch I heard something. Unfamiliar. I took a hesitant step into the living room and almost stopped in shock, for there sat my laptop in a small puddle of water. I was speaking with my friend Sara at the time and I became mute as I ran over and picked up my computer. I was shaking from head to toe. This was not a cheap laptop and I would not be able to afford another. After managing to grunt a few sentences to Sara and hang up the phone, I began to really freak out because it died. Because I am an idiot, I immediately tried to turn it back on. The light kind of flickered, then everything died. It did not come back on. As an interesting sidenote, I later learned that trying to turn back on a piece of electronics after it encounters water is not actually a good idea; it's the worse possible thing you could do, short of pouring more water onto the device. In retrospect, that makes a lot of sense and I should have known, but at the time it was completely automatic to just press that start key.
Won't ever do that again. After my computer made that sad dying sound, I immediate took out the battery and carefully blotted up all the water. There didn't seem to be a lot, and it luckily didn't go anywhere on the actual keypad, but I'm realistic and was quite aware that I could have a very expensive paperweight sitting in my hands. Various calls to my tech geek friends all assured me that just letting it dry out for a while was the only thing I could do. I set it up on a towel with a high powered fan and waved my hands above it in hopes of transferring some magic. Then I let it sit.
Over the next two days I read just about every blog and story (on computers other than my own) that I could, and they all convinced me I had about a 50% chance of things working out in my favor. This morning I decided that every bit of possible moisture had long since evaporated and watched in fear as my boyfriend put it all back together. After another moment of magic hand gesticulation, I pushed the button and...........well obviously it worked, because my computer is what I'm now writing on. Hysterical relief ensued. I have said my prayers of thanks to the universe and I truly know how lucky I am. Breathing easier, I sign off now but there is a strong possibility the near death of my computer will instill in me the urge to use it more, and blog more often. Or maybe not. But I am extremely thankful it's up and running, and today you can count me one of the happiest girls in the world.