Last week I was cooking a few grill cheese sandwiches. A snack, some called it, but to me it was a meal.
Butter melting, sandwiches developing nice toasty sides. I hear a POP! and find myself in the floor with pan in hand and an electric burner flaming. With no ideal what happened I was on the floor over three feet away. The wall had stopped me. I got up. Turned the burner off. Finished the sandwiches on another burner while my muscles quivered strangely. I thought the pop had made me jump and I tripped. The more I thought, the less I believed my conclusion.
Asked Hubby for his input after every one ate their finely browned grill cheese sandwiches. Hubby's assessment was the burner had shorted for some reason (there was a hole in the element) arcing the electric current partially into my body by way of the skillet. I held the skillet by it's supposedly insulated handle. All I know is one minute I was standing, the next I was not. And it hurt! Took me an hour for the muscles to stop dancing and almost a week for my shoulder to heal.
I'm getting a gas stove!