Fifth Day of Christmas and Oh NO!


Oh NO! That was all I could muster after losing thirteen months of exercise data on my Apple Watch. I still can’t talk without feeling like I’m going to cry.

Today was the day we changed cell and data service providers. There’s a lot you have to do to move providers, especially when you’re bringing an existing device. Sam did a lot of preliminary legwork because he knows how much I hate this kind of disruption. Well, I like to think that’s why he did all of that research. In reality, he does that for everything. By the time Tech Sam makes a move, he knows exactly what’s going to happen and he’s prepared for every possible contingency.

The last time we got new iPhones, I thought I was backing up to iCloud, but later found out I wasn’t. I did lose some pictures, but nothing I couldn’t get from someone else if I really wanted it. The only thing I was sad about were the texts I had on my iPhone from my brother. We texted a lot and I had our conversations up until the day he died. I was sad to lose those, but 140 character conversations don’t really preserve the greater essence of who someone is.

So, knowing I hadn’t been backing up to iCloud before, Tech Sam made sure I, not only had backed up, but that when I unlocked my iPhone and restored, all the data I was expecting to be there, was there. All my Watch data was there when I restored so I didn’t think anything more about it.

You’re probably wondering why this is such a big deal? After all, it’s not like I haven’t had to start over learning to walk and building strength after surgery. This time was different. When it took two surgeries instead of one and I was in a cast longer than anticipated, I knew it was not going to be a slam-dunk recovery. I knew I was going to need something to help me stay motivated to do the hard work over the long haul. The Watch was my gift to myself to help achieve that. And it has. I am highly motivated to close up those circles and get those little achievement icons for daily, weekly, and monthly consistency. It’s especially hard when you have to do those walks on crutches and not all of your effort counts because I don’t have a normal gait anymore. Everything I do in my physical therapy classes has to be modified by the therapist and everyone in the class prays they don’t end up like me.  I also have a titanium nail working its way out the bottom of my foot that even my special orthopedic shoes can only help so much (The only thing that keeps me from looking like I’m wearing geezer shoes is mine do not have velcro!) There have been other issues that have arisen as a result of being on crutches long term and I’m working especially hard trying to build enough bone and strength for the next surgery. It’s been a l-o-n-g, slow, slog with no end in sight.

I think Walking Sam got tired of hearing me say, “Boy, I’m sure glad I have this Watch. If I wasn’t motivated to close up those *%!@ing circles, I would not be doing this!” Or “It’s a good thing I’m am determined to have a perfect day (or week or month), otherwise it would be so easy to skip this!” No doubt he could think of better things to do with his 50 minutes twice a day. Poor guy had to go with me because sometimes I would get stranded somewhere. I told him with the entire neighborhood watching my progress, someone would alert him as to where I was! That’s when you learn that all neighbors spy!

Well, a new year is just a few days away and I can start with a clean slate. Just as I learned, and check, to make sure my iPhone is backing up, I will now verify my Watch is backing up! I’ll get to experience the joy of the achievements showing up on my iPhone and Watch … again. I will continue to have gratitude that I can see results with these small goals and efforts. I do not take any mobility for granted. I know how hard it is to maintain and how fragile it is to keep. I also have learned that healing comes from the inside out. All the hard work happens between your ears first and works it way down and out from there. Sometimes there’s a limit to physical healing and the best we have to work with is managing what we have. Finally, the Christmas season is a perfect time to have this “oh NO!” experience. I am living into the God-is-with-us-and-God-is-for-us experience in a very safe and sheltered place. Amen.

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