At the Apple store. Cried a few more times earlier in the week after I dropped my phone Monday night. Face down. On concrete. I got a black screen of death and could do nothing to fix it. I was terrified that I would lose my calendar and all the pictures and videos from the last two months that are documenting every moment of Bob’s recovery. And I couldn’t get to any new phone numbers in my contacts. Including Bob’s number. So I cried Monday night. Bob is the one in charge of backups and iCloud and techy techy blah blah blah.
And then I was terrified that Apple would send me away since (as far as I knew) everything we had was in Bob’s name. So I stopped in Cherry Hill on my way to the hospital tonight. I was immediately sent in the direction of a back table to wait for a Genius to help me. And it was then that I began to cry. I had a panic attack because Bob always handles the Apple store trips. Everything is backed up before we go. He is clear with what needs to be fixed. He explains what potential solutions he has already attempted in detail. And I just realized how much I miss having him around. (Please remind me of this moment two months from now when we are spending every second of our lives together and we’re driving each other crazy). However, there was no need for panic. Or a worst case scenario brainstorm (one of my best loved past times) because John was so helpful and kind.
I had another hiccup when I had to put my Apple ID and password in John’s iPad. And even though I had written it down, I had an incorrect mixture of two passwords that I typically use. And I got the warning of “hey. do this incorrectly one more time and you will never access this account again” or something along those threatening lines. So I started to cry for the second time. I gathered myself together pretty quickly after this breakdown though.
Fast forward. Phone fixed (for no cost with Apple Care Plus) in under an hour and a half and I spent that time wandering the mall and in Maggiano’s. Pictures, video, and calendar are intact. Phew.
When I first told Bob about my phone, he told me to call Dave Ralph. I had to tell him that Dave Ralph lives and works in California. Bob’s response, “What’s he doing out there?!?!” Working for Apple.
When I got to the hospital tonight, Bob wasn’t in the day room and I could hear “G 56. I 17” and I knew exactly where my hubby was. When I walked in, he had two prizes in front of him and was on his was to win his third. He proceeded to win four more games and shared the prizes with me and a few of his friends.
He does have friends at the hospital now. Staff members called him Bingo Bobby tonight. He waves at other patients and they all help each other keep track of when their family members come and go. Bob sweetly reminded a fellow patient that his dad had left for the evening when he was wondering where he was. Bob said, “Remember? Your dad is coming back in the morning.”
And I’m coming back in the morning. For another day of training and maybe even practicing getting Bob in and out of our car. Wish us luck and say a prayer that it all goes smoothly. Your prayers for his bladder are working. It’s getting better and better every day. Keep those prayers coming!