Yesterday while packing up some bird toys that Piper will never use to be sent to the rescue where he once lived, my iPad fell off the kitchen counter and landed a perfect belly-flop on the tiled floor. I am so used to dropping my phone with no disastrous results I was initially unconcerned, and picked up the tablet, gave it a look and determined it was fine. I finished labeling and taping the package and when finished, lifted the tablet to flip the cover over the screen to keep it safe only to discover that protection was futile, serious damage had been done. The screen was significantly cracked and my stomach was comparably upset. I was, in a word, sick.
Reciting to myself like a mantra, “It’s just a thing, it’s just a thing”, I rushed to the bathroom as my body’s reaction belied my chanting. My iPad is so much more to me than a piece of technology, it has kept me linked to a world I did not feel a part of for a long time after I lost my sight. Using a computer is extremely difficult for me, even with special zoom software, and my iPad is the conduit to my writing, my work and my play.
I will get it fixed but in the meantime it’s usable. It’s funny how It looks bad but works well and I look fine but am anatomically broken. And yet here we are, doing what we were both meant to do.
