Help, this world needs iRehab!

Seriously people. I left my phone at home today and I actually emailed my husband and asked him if he would please visit my virtual fish tank (Tapfish 2) and love, clean and feed my fish. All so I don’t lose the millions of virtual coins I’ve amassed. And it’s not like I can trade them in for real cash to help pay our bills something. It’s ALL virtual for Pete’s sake (sorry Pete).


When my oldest son was born, I began to experience a painful feeling in my wrist when I went to pick him up. Over time, it got down right painful and I bought a brace. Eventually I went to an orthopedic doctor and was diagnosed with something called “new mommy thumb”. Basically, the tendons in my thumb became inflamed from the repetitive motion of opening and closing my thumb and as they pressed against the sheath that protects them, I began to feel pain. Well, guess what new mommy thumb is also caused by…yep, you guessed it…cell phone use. In those instances, it’s referred to as “blackberry thumb”. In fact, a Wall Street Journal reported did a story on it last year and she used my case as rese arch for her article (I/it even made the front page of Yahoo-yahoo!)

Everywhere you look, somebody has created an App to help you better manage your time and get through your day. Forgot your alarm clock? There’s an App for that. Want to know where the cheapest gas is on your way to work? Yep, there’s an App for that. Not sure how to defend your family against a pending zombie attack? There’s an App for that too. There’s even an App called iFart that lets you…well…you get the idea.

Don’t get me wrong. I LOVE my iPhone and I can’t imagine life without it. On days like today when I don’t have it, I feel like I’m walking around with no pants on and folks are pointing and laughing at me. Yes, it’s that uncomfortable for me. But seriously, what happened to the good ol’ days when we drove by a restaurant and kept going because the line was out the door? Or we exercised our minds by actually remembering the phones numbers of family and friends? And when’s the last time you engaged in actual social interaction by turning to your neighbor and asking “so, what kind of weapon would you take to a zombie fight?”

I’m just sayin’ people.