Well, today was interesting.
As I was enjoying a delightful relaxing first bath since before I had my seizure at the beginning of April, I managed to flip my phone into the tub whilst picking up a face washer. Dangit. I had to borrow Blairs phone for an alarm to go to work in the morning. It’s locked to another carrier service so I couldn’t put my own sim in there. Then traffic, and more traffic due to roadworks and line marking… ugh.. I’m now half an hour late, my first patient has arrived at the clinic and it still takes me twenty minutes to set up before I can even start testing.
Suddenly my nerve pain starts flaring. It feels like my left arm is trying to birth another, baby arm, and I can’t help but exclaim each time a wave of pain hits me. Then I made a wrong turn, ffs.
I finally get there and inform everyone that I’m still alive, I just broke my phone and couldn’t call ahead. Then I have a cry because pain, reception has to tell my patients that I’m running late and they start to reschedule my afternoon so I can go home early despite me saying it wasn’t necessary.
Oh.. and my very green soup leaked in my bag. So now everything smells like spinach and garlic and is sopping wet and I’m going to be hungry. At least my phone is safe inside a bag of rice.
Ready for the first patient.. I bring them in, and apologise, we start testing… anddddd my spirometer won’t work. More to the point it won’t zero and I can’t force it to test anyway just to get something to work with. We have to reschedule the whole day. I call on the landline my boss for the engineers number.. and wait for him to get back to me. A super simple fix, but now everyone has been sent away so what’s the point staying at the clinic now? Nerve pain was worse all the way home.
I go to a computer store to suss out my phone. It’s almost the cost of the phone to have it disassembled and if there’s water damage I still pay. I also managed to get rice stuck in the aux input then smooshed it in there good and proper poking it “to see if there’s rice in there”. Decide to fork out for a second hand phone.. which is $1200, fucking fuck. Yes I paid that much because I’d rather just pay for one that will meet my needs and last over 5 years than buy a series of cheap ones and “save up” for one. Seems counter productive. Anyway.. I talk to the guy about pulling my phone apart myself and soaking it in isopropyl. He seems excited because no one else ever wants to pull their devices apart now he’s enthusiastic for me. I managed to fix it. Briefly. I called the shop and told them, but left out the “briefly” part. His glee made me feel better. Turns out there’s no water damage but the impact has wrecked something integral.
Now I’m home and considering getting drunk because I’m still struggling with that whole deal.
SP
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