Today my phone went in for a cleaning. It wasn’t supposed to be cleaned but somehow it stayed in my pocket when the item I had been wearing before my shower went in to be washed. Something told me to check my pockets before tossing it in soap and water but in my morning fog I forgot. A little while later, in a bit more of a panic, I checked the now wet pockets. Nothing in the first pocket! Perhaps I was safe. I checked the submerged pocket…it was heavy. That could be water weighing it down…Or it could be my phone. Crap!
I began drying my phone, watching the screen flicker, wondering what I will have lost this time since I hadn’t backed it up, and finally pulling the battery and sticking it in a bag of rice.
I am not sure if my phone will survive. Part of me says, “Yes it will! I caught it early. There wasn’t much dampness in it. It will be fine!” Another part says, “Dude you are screwed! There was some sort of red dye that I wiped off when I was drying it. I am guessing that is one of those markers that tell manufacturers that it was submerged. This is not good. ”
Yes, I wanted a new phone. My phone has been acting weird and basically annoying me for months but I want the latest iPhone. I don’t want the current version when a new one will be out a few months after this one. I don’t want to pay for a phone this month that in two months will be free because it is now the older generation.
I won’t get ahead of myself. For now, I remain phone-less for at least the next 24 hours. That feels weird. I have had a cell phone for 14 years now. It was an essential part of our life with diabetes. It allowed me to be away from home and still in reach of my children or any adult supervising my children. It allowed teachers to call and ask me a question whether I was at home or in a meeting or grocery shopping.
As we learned to text, it allowed my youngest son to send me messages about bg levels or issues he was having when he was away from me. It allowed me to keep track of what was going on with his diabetes care no matter where either of us were.
Being phone-less means that I can’t do any of these things…at least not as easily. Previously this situation would have thrown me into complete chaos. While I am going through personal withdrawals because I like to text someone when I am thinking of them, it is not the catastrophe that I would have once thought it was.
There is a land line that people can reach me on if a life threatening issue arises. I have access to email and online accounts if someone needs to reach out. I may not answer these questions while I am shopping or running errands but I will get to them at one point.
I am not panicked because my kids cannot immediately call or text. They can still contact me. They can take care of most issues on their own…even the diabetes related ones. That is scary! It’s not scary that they can handle things, its scary that I have reached a point that I know that they can! They are not just growing up but I am learning to let them fly!
It still feels very weird not having my phone (and it has only been two hours!) but it is equally wonderful to know that my kids are okay on their own. I no longer have to be there to walk them through emergency site changes or trouble shoot a high. My youngest has got this…most of the time and for those other times, well, we will talk about it when we get the chance.