Filing under: “I didn’t really think of that until just now.”
I have an iPhone. (Or LemmingPhone for you Android users…) It is my only resource available to make phone calls on the road or, really, at home. (Because, why would I want to fire up Skype to talk to my techno-phobic parents and brother?)
I recently upgraded to one of newer models because I could and I’ve been futzing around iOS7 for the last week or so. Today – one of the “update me now” notifications popped up for the system itself. I downloaded the patch on my iPad last night, so I figure the BRANDNEW phone would be just fine installing a 33MB patch.
15 minutes before I’m supposed to leave for work and I find this on my phone:
Um, no. I’m not turning on my hubby’s clunky desktop PC and connecting to iTunes right meow. Activate HARDRESTART.
iPhone: Ha. Nope.
Long story short – I got the phone working again. But between the software update crashing my phone and not having the latest version of iTunes on my computer (whatever, Apple) I was without access to my cell phone for calls for about 3.5 hours.
I know. First world problems.
But seriously, for someone with a chronic illness, not being able to make emergency calls is kind of a big deal.
I don’t have a land line phone. My cell is my only means of calling for help if I need it. Since my hubby had left for work already, that phone was gone. All I had was a really expensive paperweight. No bueno.
I suggested to the hubs that we should get a land line. I don’t know if we will, but I’ve never really thought about needing it until now. That whole “what if?” thing was kind of freaking me out a bit. (Still – if I were hypo to the point of unconsciousness, a working phone wouldn’t do me any good either.)
I love the technology that cell phones are embracing. I barely use it to talk on the phone anyway. But – what if? What do you do?
See Jen Dance 
That is scary to think about. When I was living alone I had a pretty scary nighttime low and I decided to sit on my doorstep while I was treating just in case I passed out.
That sucks. You may need to keep a prepaid burner (I officially watch too many spy and crime shows) on hand in case the iPhone decides to hold you hostage again. It’s not ideal but it’s better than being completely isolated or in need of getting a Life Alert at too early an age.
I would probably go online and post something on Facebook or send an email to a few people if I was nervous about something happening, either to call my husband or to come over depending on who I could reach. But I also live in an apartment building and close to town, so I feel like I could try to reach out to people here if I needed to. Hmmm. Good question!