On the morning of Nathan's pre-op appointment, way back on January 4th, we stopped in at the gas station on base. Nathan pumped the gas, paid, and bought me a cold bottle of Dr. Pepper. While he parked, I put on my eyeliner and mascara and took half a sip of my soda before placing it in the cup holder. As I was getting out of the car, I threw a bunch of stuff into my purse, including my soda, and we preceded to walk toward a door to the hospital. It was chilly that morning, and I could feel my cold soda through my purse, on the back of my thigh. (It's a low slung, fabric purse I sewed together.) I didn't think much of it until I realized it was getting much colder by the second. I looked down and .gasp. there was soda dripping from my purse, onto my jeans, shoes and the pavement. I immediately pulled out the soda and a few important things, like my phone. Nathan and I headed back to the car so I could unload my sopping wet purse. Turns out I had only half closed the bottle after I had taken a half sip in the car. Dumb mistake. But nothing was ruined. We popped the trunk and I laid out my purse to dry, along with the stuff in it, like my library book, gloves, and gum. I snatched up my wallet and cell phone, which I will reiterate were in perfect condition. As Nathan was shutting the trunk, my phone slipped out of my hands. It came crashing down onto the asphalt of the parking lot. Let me just say here that I drop my phone pretty often, but it has never obtained so much as a scratch. As I picked it up, I assumed it would again miraculously be in pristine condition. I was devastated to discover that this drop had completely shattered my screen. Probably the worst I have ever seen. I was already frazzled because of the soda spill. The shattered screen, and what I assumed to be a completely dead phone, was almost too much to bear. As we walked toward the hospital again, I kept telling Nathan, "Things like this don't happen to me! Why today??" Again, I have a very patient man for a husband, who kept telling me it was ok and we could fix all of it and not to stress about it. I shut down the thoughts that kept telling me to panic and finally tried turning on my phone on. What I thought would be an exercise in futility turned out to be the lifter of my spirits. My home screen popped up. I opened a few things, with absolutely no hesitation or glitches from my little battered phone. I was shocked. And am still to this day. Because that darn little thing is still working flawlessly. Almost 7 weeks later. Kudos to Steve Jobs for creating such a resilient little machine. The only slightly irritating thing is not being able to read articles or emails on my phone effortlessly. I am constantly scrolling up and down, around all of the cracks that distort words.
Nathan and I went to our cell phone service provider on Friday to see what we could do about my little gimp phone. We have 3 options. Buy a brand new phone for 200 euros. Wait until the end of June, when our contract provides for a phone upgrade and get the iPhone 4S. See if the screen can be replaced at a repair shop. For right now, we are going with Option 2: Waiting until the end of June. That plan seems best for right now, since my phone is still functioning 100%. The only concern is that it gets dropped again and goes kaput, in which case we have to choose a different option. Four months is a long time for me to coddle that hunk of technology...
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