Did you miss me ?  Yesterday was one of those days like the one in Groundhog’s Day .  I f  you haven’t seen the movie you really should, but the premise is that the star has a day so crappy he is forced to keep reliving it until he changes it for the better.  Cue, “I Got You Babe”…8:15 a.m. (I don’t do this time of day by choice), my daughter is banging on the bedroom door because she can’t find the number of our hairstylist and she needs to move her appointment up because she and her baboo are road trippin’ to California that afternoon.  Groggily I find the number and crawl back to bed.  Noise and chaos ensue as she readies herself for her appointment.  At 10:30 a.m. I get up. That’s right…10:30…people give my husband and I grief all the time about sleeping so late.  I would be rich if I had $5 for every time I’ve heard some early riser whine that it must be nice, or “she doesn’t get up before noon.”  We sleep the same number of hours as everyone else. We just begin and end at different times of the day.  Enough!!…and make coffee and look at my appointments and messages.  Well on Thusday I had to call the Orthopaedist because the cast on my arm was causing me pain and numbness in my hand, so they wanted me to stop in.  I had a hair appointment, as did my husband, a standing lunch date with Mom, the Dr’s appointment, and going by the house to kiss the baby girl goodbye.  Now in my mind it was fluid.  Wham-bam, thank-you, ma’am.  Life likes to surprise you doesn’t it?

What did we do before cellphones?  Seems like I remember a life that was a lot less involved.  You ran errands, you kept appointments, and if someone called your house and didn’t get an answer, they just assumed you were out somewhere, busy, or in the bathtub.  It’s no longer that simple.  You see yesterday my phone was dead, not just a little either, but no bars, no hope for bars, no turning it off for 15 minutes and maybe you can make one quick call…completely dead.  So I left my phone at home on the charger.  While I was at the salon my stylist must have taken 15 calls.  One was to my massage therapist.  I needed to talk to her, so that was a three way call.  Our appointment at the salon was at 1:00.  We got out about 3:00.  We drove to the doctor, who determined that they needed to recast my arm.  We left that office about 4:30.  I came home in 40 degree weather with a wet cast because I knew my daughter would be waiting on me (and she was)… hug, hug, kiss, kiss…out the door and off to lunch with Mother (yes I know) we had to be relatively quick because Mom and my sister were going to a college basketball game, oh, and by the way would we look at her computer? Home at 8:00p.m.

I walked in the door and saw the button on my phone had gone green, which means my phone was fully charged.  The little fellow was beeping too, which let me know I had missed calls.  13 calls!  I checked the home phone then, just out of curiosity and we had 9 messages.  “Where are you?”..if I am able to answer that you won’t need to leave a message. “What’s going on?”…see above response.  “I’m worried!” Okay, finally something legit.  If indeed there had been a problem, you are our contact people.  On all of our HEPA forms info. can be released to anyone….now Mom, before you start…if we are dead there isn’t anything you can do for us anyway, and if we aren’t they are already doing all they can.  Here’s my favorite though, from my daughter-in-law, “Where in the hell are you?  I’ve been calling all day. ”  My daughter had actually spoken to her and she (my d-i-l) had asked my daughter how would I have felt if something had happened and they had needed my help?  Well, here’s the truth.  I still can’t lift more than 15 pounds, my arm is in an even more rigid cast, and the vag. is still broken.  If you need help I’m not your best call right now.  I’d try 911.

I love my cell phone and the convenience it brings me, most of the time.  However; on those rare occasions I don’t have it with me it gets me in a lot of trouble…and that’s not fair.  My sister said that I should always have my phone on me.  I told her, okay but fat lot of good it was gonna do me carrying around a dead phone.  My husband already does, and it’s not working for him. It doesn’t even lower the bill.

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