Broken iPhones

For the last couple of months Cablevision has been having problems in my geographic area. Any and all combinations of phone, cable and internet service have been disrupted for extended periods of time. It has been an annoyance--particularly when it prevented me from posting my blog.

But because I had my iphone the inconvenience was bearable. I was completely able to make do. I could receive my emails, texts, and retrieve voicemails as well as make calls. But yesterday for seemingly no reason, my iphone developed an excessively enlarged viewing screen---so large that I could not swipe to check my settings. No amount of pressing and poking could restore its natural state. 

I  panicked. 

And when I googled my issue on the computer nothing came up. And while I am not easily prompted in most matters to  fix broken things immediately, this was an  emergency. I realized that I could not survive without my iphone. I quickly showered and headed to the Apple store.

 All the while I prayed it was fixable.

And when I arrived at the store there was a line of no less than 80 people. I thought okay –I will do whatever it takes for as long as it takes to get this thing up and running. I cannot function without it.

And I was standing  no more than 10 or 15 feet inside the store, frozen in indecision as to how I should proceed when the greeter came over and asked Can I help you? And in a hurried and concerned tone I said My iphone isn’t working. So he said What ‘s going on? May I see it? And he looked at the screen, tapped the glass three times, and poof all was right with the world again.

Apparently the zoom had clicked in---a feature a friend activated last week when she played with my phone but forgot to tell me about.

I felt like an idiot.

And on Sunday on my flight back home I overheard a conversation between two women. They were well into their seventies. The one woman said her new iphone was literally saving her life.. She had an app that did not just alarm her when to take her medication but it had an added feature to remind her which other medications she had already taken, as well as any potential interactions.

Her  iphone was keeping her from an appointment with death.

And while I hate to admit that my phone is as important an appendage as my arms and legs-- it truly is. It is my pacemaker. My phone is something I have learned that I simply cannot live without.