UPDATE: My iPhone is now fixed! I bought a replacement part, and my genius husband fixed it for me. It only took 3 hours and a few panic attacks on my part.
When I first got my iPhone, I was on cloud nine. For real. I came home from work that day squealing about how cool it was, pulling up pdfs and accessing visual voicemail left and right. I took it with me on a trip to San Francisco and bragged about it to every person who would listen, including my very bored seatmate. Finally, I could leave the house with one device that did everything, including allowing me to watch Grey's Anatomy episodes on the train ride home to Brooklyn.
On Sunday, my love affair ended. I was jogging in my neighborhood, and I tripped on a fallen tree branch. My iPhone went flying, and along with a couple of nasty cuts on my knees and hands, I ended up with a shattered iPhone that miraculously still worked, but was filled with shards of glass and large scratches--injuries that threaten to end my days of watching tv on the train.
When I got home from this disasterous run, I started searching the internet for a solution. It turns out that Apple charges $250 to repair the glass, a fact that causes me heart palpitations as I type this blog post. Of course, there are other ways to fix the glass, from the low end to the higher end, but they all make me very nervous.
The interim solution has caused much laughter and some admiring glances from my coworkers. My lovely husband has used saran wrap to bandage my poor iPhone.
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