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Archive for the month “May, 2010”

First World Survivalist

My relationship with my iPhone has been tumultuous, heated, filled with adolescent passion and failure. I have killed two and a third suffered a brief illness and then died.

The loss of my first iPhone to toilet drowning was shocking. When the glass of my second iPhone shattered, I was ready to continue using it even though this meant significant blood loss. This phone met its fate in the form of a tile floor shortly after my mother passed away and my husband left for St. Louis. It was as if a lifeline had been cut. I did not become hysterical because I was beyond that point, resigned to shit happening.

Resigned to the fate of bad Karma when Apple sent me a new iPhone but sent a 16GB instead of a 32GB. After a week of sorting out what was a major issue for Apple, I had the proper iPhone in had and we quickly bonded. I clothed it in an Otterbox case to protect it from me. Our relationship was rich with apps and calls and information.

After a few months it all fell apart. My iPhone developed some sort of terminal dementia. Apple support suggested replacing the SIM card. When neither the phone nor iTunes could recognize the SIM card, as if it were a faded memory, I did just that. But it could not recognize the new card either. Dementia causing loss off old memories and refusing to allow the formation of new ones.

With sorrow, I called Apple support and arranged for a replacement. Frighteningly, it was a Friday before the Memorial Day weekend so I found myself alone, without my extraordinary companion for days. I do wish I did not care for my iPhone so very much. It is an alarm clock. Time and temperature. Scrabble player. Book when I lost my Kindle cable. Grocery list and to do list. Weight tracker. Entertainer. Reminder. Connector.

I am lost without it.


The Shit Happens Life

The other night I experienced a “straw that broke the camel’s back” moment. In and of itself, that moment is absurd in its modernity and in the level of my dependence on technology. The battery on my Kindle is low and is demanding to be charged. But the cord is missing.

Battling a migraine and making every effort to take care of myself, I tried to go to bed early with a cup of tea and a book. I couldn’t read my book because I couldn’t plug it in. I spent an hour searching the house. I know it’s here but I never found it.

I cried and screamed, all the while knowing my meltdown didn’t really have anything to do with the missing Kindle cord.

In times of challenge and loss people are fond of saying, “It’s the little things in life that matter.” That thought is utterly misguided.

The big things in life are what matter. Relationships, health, hobbies, work, learning… the big things that provide a level of ease and comfort in life. Pay attention to the big things. Nurture them and be grateful for them. The little things are just added sparkle.

All Smiles

Apparently because I’d told friends “nothing happened today” one too many times, karma sent me and Angus to the Pet ER yesterday. He was limping when he came in from his evening outing on Wednesday and had gotten progressively worse. When I had to carry him to his breakfast on Friday morning, I had to face the fact that this wasn’t just going to go away.

At the ER, they sedated him and Dr. Diederich narrowed down the source of the problem to the middle toe. They had to really knock him out to determine that the nail had broken at the nail bed and would have to be removed. I waited, relieved that the injury  (though costly) was minor.

Angus and I came home, he sleepy with drugs, me exhausted with the release of stress. I’ll have to muzzle him to remove his cool neon green bandage but it’s time and I am that brave.

I am very grateful for the doctors and staff at PET. This visit was the second in as many weeks and Dr. Diederich saw Angus on both occasions. The way she approaches Angus and her willingness to fully explain both the problem and the solution are compassion, professionalism and respect in action.

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