ILMIP – (I love my iPHone) My love affair has shattered

Ok, so perhaps my love affair with my iPhone hasn’t exactly shattered, but it has hit a serious bump in the road. I dropped it today.  I dropped it on hard ground.  I was at the Aquarium on a field trip and it fell out of my pocket as I was hurrying. I picked it up and almost cried. Had it not been for the 36 kids and their teachers and other parents I may have. It could have been worse, I could have been near the water, and it could have slid in.  At least it still works, and most of the cracks are towards the top, so I can still use it for a little longer, I think. So the screen shattering was my first shock.

The second shock came later when I called Apple support. I had a feeling the news was going to be bad when I called, but it was worse than I thought. The very nice support tech who answered my call within a few minutes informed me that this type of damage was not covered under warranty.  Then he gave me my 3 choices:

1. See if my homeowner’s insurance covered electronic items such as this.
2. See if AT&T would give me some sort of an upgrade (I think I used that when I bought the phone).
3. See if I could get it repaired by a third party in the neighborhood of $190.

Replacing the glass, is not just replacing the glass.  This is why I held off. It was no surprise to my DH that this happened. My old phone that worked just fine for so long, was beaten and battered because it went to the park, went to the pool, went to the beach, and I never worried too much about it because it was always the free phone. 

I did coddle my dear iPhone for quite some time (I’ve only had it since July), and I still was doing a good job of that, though I was getting a little lax. I allowed a few frivolous apps on it which invited my sweet boys to obsess over playing with it.

Why oh why does it have to cost so much to replace the glass? Apparently it’s not just glass.  It’s high technology and that is magic, and magic is expensive.

This post has been somewhat therapeutic. I had been a little obsessive with my dear phone. Perhaps this was my wake up call.