This Saturday it was the car, not illness, that struck. I was driving home Saturday afternoon when my check engine light began to flash.
I didn't believe it at first. I've never had a check engine light come on. I was half a mile or so from home. I had to slow down through a roundabout and things started feeling funny. I knew the check engine light was serious business. I started praying that I'd make it home.
I did and set to work researching what to do next. My friend Google gave me some advice. And I phoned a real life friend who knows far more about these things than I do. Once I had a plan of attack and I was reassured that my car wouldn't explode if I drove it somewhere, I headed to the auto parts store.
I survived the short trip and the car was diagnosed with some misfiring. I bought the new spark plugs and wires and headed home once more. The check engine light was no longer flashing. It was steadily lit up.
I had to wait for help to replace the parts. And it required one more trip to the hardware store for a tool I didn't happen to have. And another trip to the auto parts store because they sold me the wrong spark plugs. All in all, it took a couple of hours of work, but the ol' Camry was resuscitated. She's feeling much better now. As far as I can tell, she's in full recovery.
As for me, I learned how to give my car a tune up, something that was long overdue. Today, I am extra thankful for good friends. The kind that will bail you out when you're in trouble. Help you fix your car when she won't run. Or nurse you back to health when sickness strikes on a Saturday.