It's Dead, Jim.

My hand mixer, which was a wedding gift from my junior high and high school best friend, is currently on life support. While mixing icing last night, the beaters became misaligned and started clicking against each other. My husband, Mike, is performing surgery in tonight's picture. Its pulse is thready at best... Wait... It's gone into V-fib! CLEAR!

Update: Despite Mike's best efforts, the mixer is officially dead. He did a great job of taking it apart, realigning the gears, and putting it all back together with no leftover parts. But on the first test, the gears jumped again, and the beaters were misaligned. It served me well for the last year and a half making tons of cakes, cookies, and icing. :) RIP