out of touch

I have to write about something else today... It's hard since my life is being consumed by worrying about tomorrow's follow up tests and what they're going to show... So you're stuck with this mindless bit of rambling instead.

I fought getting a Treo for a couple years. Those things are evil and addictive. And I didn't want to be totally plugged into the office, didn't want clients to know they could reach me 24 hours a day or, even worse, for really annoying adversaries to have that kind of access to me. Plus it always pissed me off how hubby would constantly have his head in his phone, checking emails, news sites or whatever he was doing. Thanksgiving last year, my mother instituted a Treo ban. Everyone had to check their phones at the door and she hid them all in a closet until the meal was over.

I finally broke down and got one when I came back to work in May. I'm totally addicted to it. I check my email about 100 times a day on my phone - even when I'm in my office because emails arrive 30 seconds earlier on the Treo. It's particularly annoying because my clients in Belgium and New Zealand know I'll respond at 3 in the morning if Andrew isn't sleeping through the night. And I'm compulsive about returning the stupid emails if I actually see them come through.
This morning, my son decided that he wanted to use my phone as a pacifier. It's hard to deny him anything after all he's been through. But he decided to suck on my phone and drool into it to the point where he fried the circuits and it now only functions as a paperweight. (Let's keep this little secret away from the phone company)

And, of course, they can't replace the phone in the store.

I have to wait until they ship me a new one. I have no house phone and now no cell phone. The only way to reach me right now is by email.

I thought it would drive me crazy being so far out of touch with everyone and everything...but it's actually kind of nice.