Technology is rapidly evolving. It has been for years. So what do you do when you are forced back into the Stone Age? You cope, or you try to.
Yes, I know there were days where people walked to school up hill both ways, but my weekend was much, much harder if I may say so myself.
It all started Friday, when I began to feel sluggish and not myself. I struggled to get through work and found solace in my bed. I woke up the next morning, and it happened: My cell phone was dead.
You try it. Travel 1,000 miles away from your friends and family, get so sick you can’t move, then lose all communication. I couldn’t even call my mom to whine about my headache.
For three days I stayed in bed, watching TV without a digital readout of what channel I was on and getting up only to get a drink or have soup. I was cut off from the entire world, and I felt it. I went into work on Saturday, and went to call my mother at home to let her know her only daughter was all right. But what was her number? I scroll down to “M” and press send, I don’t dial. Oops.
The next option was an e-mail. She has a BlackBerry, I can do this. I typed out a short, to the point message and pressed send. I get back four thousand questions like “Why can’t you just call?” and “Does Skype not work?” and, my personal favorite, “Are you that sick?”
The rest of the weekend had similar occurrences. My ESPN texts didn’t alert me 20 minutes before everyone else that the Jets were looking into Randy Moss, so I had to learn the news with the rest of the poor schmucks who are forced to watch Sports Center. I heard a rumble of thunder, and instead of just pressing the radar map button on my Weather Bug application, I had to boot up the computer and actually go to Weather.com.
I got a new phone and antibiotics on Monday morning, but the damage was done. Bring on the hills, even if they are both ways. After all of this, I am ready.
Contact Corianne Egan, a Paducah Sun staff writer, at 270-575-8652.