When my sister was killed in a motorcycle accident, I was trying to sew a pouch together that I cross-stitched Winnie The Pooh on (it was her favorite), so I could put her ashes into it before going into the urn. Anyway, here I am at my sewing machine and I can't get the thing to run for the life of me, I'm calling my Grandmother, she's got no idea, I'm crying, it's midnight, the funeral is the next day.
I had the machine threaded wrong. Crap happens to the best of us. Hope you feel better soon.