I'm usually fairly calm, cool, and collected. That being said, last night was a true test of my ability to cope with what life throws at you. No, I didn't get into an accident, or find out that someone had died. I did, however, lose everything in my iPhone. Everything. You don't realize how much of your life is dependent upon electronics until it's all gone. All of my pictures, taken over the course of the last year and a half...gone. Old notes to myself to get things done...gone. Worst of all, all of my contacts had disappeared into the abyss. Here is a true testament to how traumatizing this loss was: at one point, I couldn't use my phone at all. The only contact I was able to dial was "911." And I literally had to think for a moment: shouldn't this be considered an emergency call? It is an emergency!
Driving home, I really had to think about how to get there. Why? Well, because I mapquest my way everywhere. I can't find my way anywhere by myself. I've never had a great sense of direction, but now that I have had my GPS as a crutch for the past few years, I'm completely helpless. I haven't exercised the part of my brain that figures out directions in so long, it has atrophied into mush. I could get lost on my own street...and I have. And no, I'm not kidding.
Once I arrived home, I realized that my social life had been destroyed, at least for a while. I don't know a single one of my friends' phone numbers. The only reason I know my parents' number is because it has never changed since I was born. I have friends that I've known for over 30 years, yet I have no idea what their numbers are. It's all in the phone.
At around 1:00 am, as I struggled fruitlessly to make everything come back, I also realized that I can no longer take credit cards or schedule patients. At that point, my broken spirit and I decided that sleep might make everything better. I automatically reached out to set my alarm...and an eruption of filth of which no one should ever be subject to began to spew from my mouth. My phone is my alarm clock. Of course.
I finally got my phone to start working this morning, and although everything is still gone, I did manage to reinstall my scheduler and credit card system. So for all of my patients out there, Healing Point Therapeutics will be taking appointments and accepting credit cards, no fear. At this point, I have an empty contact list. It saddens me, but I am heartened by the fact that I still have access to most of my friends via email. And it leaves me to wonder: what if my computer crashed as well? How would I ever find my friends again? Would they eventually search for me? And how the hell did we ever stay in touch with anyone before all this technology got started?