Last Wednesday afternoon, I went and picked up Lochie from school - something that is out of my routine, because he usually catches the bus - got him home and ran inside to quickly use the loo before I had to head out again to get Chelsea and Cadyn. So in I run, pull down my dacks in a hurry, and then I hear it - Splash. I recognise the sound immediately and turn around to find my beloved iPhone5 at the bottom of the toilet bowl. Thankfully it was pre-wee, so I plunged my hand in and rescued thy phone and went about rapidly drying it in a towel and pulling the case off it! All this whilst my pants were still around my knees - too much information I know!
Less than five minutes later, this is what my phone looked like....
And this is what I looked like.....
What followed this little "incident" can only be described as panic, fretting, fear, loss, grief.....well, you get it? Within the hour, I had jumped up and down, emailed and rung my husband (he was in a meeting godammit) and then absconded to the shopping centre with Lochie's old Nokia phone to get myself a new sim card.
Within a couple of hours, I realised I had no idea how to use a Nokia anymore, and retrieved my ollllldddddd iPhone3 from a friend who had been borrowing it. I then exhaled.
Why am I telling you all of this? Well, after 24 hours of using my uber slow old iPhone, I realised just how much I depend on my mobile phone. I realised that I do not know my husband's phone number, nor the majority of my friends and family. I realised my life is entered in to my iCalendar. I realised I needed to get a life outside of my phone.....
So, where to from here? Well, I'm very happy to report that after three days buried in rice, thinking my phone was long gone and never to be used again, my darling husband suggested the battery may be flat? So I plugged it in.....
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Flash! Ahhh-ahhhhhhh....... |
The old gal (ok, so it's less than a year old) has life in her yet! She still has a little condensation under the screen, but my friends around the world Google tells me this should dissipate eventually.
What have I learnt from this exercise?
I have learnt that I don't need to check my phone every ten minutes - because when you're using an old phone that is as slow as a freakin elephant, you can't be bothered checking it. And I have learnt that I should not wander from my normal routines, because when I do, I forget shit and phones fall in toilets! Yes - I'm blaming my 14 year old son for this whole thing!*
In all seriousness, I am almost embarrassed at how much I depend on this little device. The fact that it basically lives on one side of my arse most days is a little worrying. And on that note - where do I store my phone in Summer when I'm donning frocks? Yes, it's been a long Winter.....
The moral of my story?
Don't keep your phone in your back pocket. And memorise important phone numbers. Note to self: take note of these.....
Tell me - where do you keep your mobile phone? Ever had a "toilet incident"? Did your phone live to tell the tale? Spill.....
* Ok, maybe not the whole thing. Just a little bit.