||[Jul. 17th, 2019|07:17 am]
Transitioning into liminal space
I was looking forward to getting my UPS set up with the new batteries all day at work yesterday. When I got home and did, the unit made a soft popping sound and lots of magic smoke came out. I opened it up and found a very toasted capacitor.
That crashed my mood really hard. I had the whole set of depressive thoughts about how dumb I am and how I can't fix anything right, and I took the dog to bed for snuggles and a nap. Danae came in later and pointed out that I *did* fix the Marantz, that I've fixed other things, that so many people just throw stuff out without trying, and that she loves me for the way I care. That helped a lot, and today I am feeling mostly rational again.
That seems to be the way I am when I am recovering from a depressive span. I'll be feeling ok, but some minor setback can crash my brain for the rest of the day.
I'm still feeling frustrated about spending $30 on batteries that I may not have a use for. But I'm going to try replacing the damaged caps in the UPS (a second is obviously toast too), make sure I'm connecting the batteries correctly, and see if I can get it to work. Maybe the fried cap will have acted as a fuse and saved other things from whatever happened?
They're 200volt, 33 microfarad capacitors. Maybe I can find them as part of a kit so I'm not paying five times more in shipping than I am for the components.