Society has only recently become saturated with cellular telephones, but already they have made an indelible mark on the world in which we live. To truly understand the impact of their proliferation, I decided to go 24 hours in Boston without one. Here are the results:
12:01 AM: Turned off my cell phone.
12:14 AM: Went to bed. Had a peaceful sleep wherein I dreamed of driving a bicycle with four wheels through Warwick, RI while wearing a red baseball cap.
8:00 PM: Woke up with my alarm. Got out of bed and was preparing to shower when my stomach was seized by an overwhelming pain. Rushed into the bathroom and vomited powerfully for some time.
8:22 AM: Returned to bed feeling feverish. Slept.
9:39 AM: Awoke, vomited again. Called into work (on landline) and told them I would be staying home.
9:44 AM: Vomited, then returned to bed.
9:57 AM: Vomited, moved garbage pail next to pillow and returned to bed.
10:20 AM: Vomited into pail. Went to sleep.
3:45 PM: Woke up, vomited into pail. Cleaned pail. Vomited.
4:02 PM: Dry heaved. Guzzled a 20oz bottle of water.
4:14 PM: Went back to sleep.
4:46 PM: Woke up. Found myself starving and tentatively snacked on a few Saltines.
4:48 PM: Vomited ferociously. Bitterly swore off food for the day. Almost checked voicemail.
5:01 PM: Brushed my teeth.
5:03 PM: Vomited.
5:07 PM: Brushed my teeth. Returned to bed.
7:16 PM: Woke up. Almost vomited. Saw spots.
7:22 PM: Tripped and fell returning to bed. Called ambulance (from landline).
7:34 PM: Brought to Beth Israel Hospital.
8:29 PM: Given spinal tap.
8:52 PM: Diagnosed with severe stomach flu. Told to rest.
9:17 PM: Slept.
10:10 PM: Vomited.
10:14 PM: Returned to bed. Slept until morning.
11:24 AM: Released from hospital.
So in conclusion, though I did find myself almost compulsively moving to check my voicemails, I was able to function in the course of a regular day without my cell phone.
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