Down the drain....

I go to uni 4 days a week, and on those days don't have the luxury of using a handbag. Instead I lob all my crap important study material around in a very stylish Nokia back pack that I got as a promotion with my Nokia phone. Ironic.

So instead of putting my Nokia phone in my Nokia backpack during the day at school, I put it in my pocket. Otherwise I'm fishing around in a black hole looking for it and also so I can put it on silent/vibrate so I can feel it and get a little thrill when it rings. Kidding.......kinda.

Anyway, so I have been putting it in my back pocket as it's quite large (the phone, as well as the size of my back pocket to fit my glutteus maximus in) and it gets scrunched in my front pocket as I'm generally sitting on my butt all day diligently studying. Well, I'm also busy making my arse bigger from the 2 for 1 specials on the chocolate bars in the school canteen. Anyway....

So yesterday I head to the toilet. Do my business and stand up, when I hear a thud. I look down and my phone has fallen to the ground, missing the toilet bowl my millimetres. I pick it up and laugh at how horrible that would be if it had fallen in. I'm thanking my lucky stars that it didn't happen, but also thinking that from now on I won't be risking it and leaving my phone in my back pocket. You see where this is going????

Today I headed once again for a toilet stop. Just as I'm standing and pulling up my pants, I hear a familiar thud. But this time followed by a splash. CRAP!! I screamed to my study partner in the next cubicle, she didn't reply with ANY constructive advice. She just laughed, and laughed and laughed.

Right about now I'm thankful for my bodies self imposed rule of only weeing when I'm out.

I was yelling "What do I do?, What do I do??" "OMG, I'm going to have to put MY hand in MY OWN WEE"

So, I just closed my eyes and dived right in and grabbed the fully submerged phone laying at the bottom of the bowl. I then quickly ran out to the sink, with my pants still partly down, and threw it on the counter. I washed and washed my hands and then got some paper towel to start drying off the phone. I really wanted to rinse it, but figured that adding extra water at this stage was probably only going to make things worse. So I patted it dry, trying to ignore that all the water coming out was not in fact pure water.

So, the rest of the afternoon was spent alternating between trying to dry the damn thing out and me obsessively using the anti-bacterial wash at Uni. I did try to turn it on, but it just flicked and then conked out.

I've since consulted Dr google, and apparently I've pretty much ruined any chances of it being resurrected as I tried to turn it on too early. Advice given by others in a similar predicament means that my precious phone is now resting in a Tupperware dish covered in rice. It's apparently my only hope now of drying it all out.

I feel so out of touch not having my phone around. Apart from the usual numbers, texts and calls, I've also been using it as my diary and all my reminders are in there.

Seems the universe does speak in whispers, even about a damn phone.