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I misplaced my phone or lost it at the hospital after dialysis today. I was prepared to have lots of complications. Doing these blog posts, for one, depend on me having my phone to take photos!
Anyway, I hoped someone would find it and it eventually would “come home” to me.
I ate lunch, fell asleep on my glide rocker, and woke up around 4:00 pm.
I double-checked my walker pouch for my missing phone, thought a string of foul language out loud – no phone, still, then headed to the kitchen to make coffee and get the leftover apple pie out of the refrigerator.
Passing by the front door, where my old walker was positioned for Andy to look out for one of his favorite kinds of kitty business, I saw someone had put the phone on the seat!
After singing high praise to the person who recognized the phone was mine, I continued my quest for coffee and pie.
Andy’s photo is the first thing you see when you turn it on, something they’d do to determine whose phone it belonged to. Someone who knows me and knows what Andy looks like found it.
Andy heard me grinding coffee beans and came running. He had important kitty business to complete now: make Doug open the kitchen cabinets for him for his mousie check.
Great! Now I had my phone to take a few photos for today’s blog. (See above!)
“A few photos” turned out to be literally true. The phone battery was nearly totally discharged, and the screen faded away when I took the last photo of Andy looking in the cabinet.
I didn’t mind, though. I had my phone back, probably returned by one of the dialysis nurses.