Thigh Phone D.T.s

Oh, my phone!

A week ago Sunday I lost most functions of my cell phone. I just don't know the lat place where I placed the functions. No, I leaned against a kitchen counter corner and punctured the LCD screen. The phone still receives texts and phone calls. I just can't read the messages or identify who is calling.

This technical difficulty has not set me back very much; I'm not that in demand. However, I have been ailed by a side effect of the cell phone since not sporting the pocket telegraph machine. It is the "ghost phone effect." The muscles in my right thigh have had spasms many times, sometimes without stopping for minutes. The cells underneath my front right pants pocket, the usual place for carrying the phone, must be making up for the absent wave interference.

Now, I want to carefully state that I am not trying to use this experience to show that I can sympathize with Vietnam vet amputee patients. I'm just happy to know that the convenience of technology isn't free. The toll is corporeal deterioration.