I’m taking a break from talking directly about strokes and other TBIs to discussing something related. We take for granted credit cards and Kleenex if we’re going out–but what about the extraordinary cell phone, especially for stroke and other TBI survivors.
The cell phone, that little piece of plastic wonder, has become my lifeline for things like:Â
- Has my aide been delayed because it’s 12 noon and I expected her by 11?
- Where is my needed medical stuff because it’s Wednesday and it was supposed to arrive Monday?Â
- When is the PCP appointment again?
We have become a nation of “right now immediacy.” The words “text” and “PM” and the sophisticated emojis weren’t in our vernacular around 20 years ago. Now they are, the words and symbols have come to mean so much to most people.Â
I tend to lose my cell within thirty feet around me. I call my assistant, panic-struck that I repeated the same action an hour ago and was just about to leave the house.Â
“I lost my cell phone again.”Â
She stood there and chuckled. “It’s in your hand,” like the “lost” glasses on top of my head. This isn’t the first time. I blame it on the stroke even though it really isn’t. I know that; so does she. I often forget because I’m doing too many things at once, in other words, over-multitasking.
Let me give you a quick rundown on cell phones in order. In the beginning, there were these around :Â