关于我戒掉iPhone的过程_大学英语阅读

关于我戒掉iPhone的过程

My head swam with panic as I attempted to problem-solve without avail.[16] I couldn’t call anyone for advice. I couldn’t Google whether this had happened to any fellow iPhone parents. And when I finally arrived at work (luckily I found my office without Google maps to guide me), I learned that sick days do not apply to one’s iPhone children.

The Apple Store was closed by the time I finished work, so I headed home with dread[17] into an Eloise-less night. But, after a couple hours without any text alerts, push notifications, or even good old-fashioned phone calls, I felt ... calmer. After a few more hours I felt like a whole new woman, rising above the need for a silly... what was it called again? It had been so long I could hardly remember.

Without my electronic bed partner, I drifted off into the deepest slumber[18] I’d had in months. The next morning, I read the news from the simplicity of the newspaper, instead of from my iPhone. I even noticed the cherry blossoms blooming.[19]

My goodness, what had I been missing?

But although it went against my newly redefined principles, I made my way to the Apple Store later that afternoon after admitting I’d need a phone sooner or later.[20]

Half an hour and one friendly Apple employee later, I found myself yet again the proud owner of a new iPhone. When I turned it on, a wave of familiarity washed over me as it buzzed with two days worth of missed texts and notifications.[21]