I am so sad. At the time I didn’t realize the damage. I took it home and gave it some TLC expecting it would be good to go after a good charge. Nope. I couldn’t revive it. The next day I took iPhone to the Rogers store for emergency repair. The service guy couldn’t help either. (Not that I expected much from a bored-looking 19-year-old)
So iPhone went to the Apple gods (wherever they may be) for repair. The teenager said I should have an answer in 5 to 10 business days. In the meantime, I paid $50 for android circa 1990 until my phone is repaired.
I know it sounds silly but I feel so naked and disconnected. My iPhone is always within texting or tweeting distance. It feels so weird. At the dentist yesterday, I was kept waiting for 30 minutes. Normally I would have tweeted about the wait and kept myself busy with emailing or reading news. Then of course there’s my job. I usually snap pic when I was out on assignment but my dumbphone does not offer the option. I felt like such a failure.
I can’t remember not having a smartphone or life before smartphone. First there was the BlackBerry and now it’s the iPhone.
Anyway I know this detox stage will not last forever. It’s like an addiction, right? Maybe this will be a good time for reflection and to take a step back. And I am okay with this … really. (Has it been 10 business days yet?)