Mackenzie was purchased less than a year ago by my supportive husband who bribed me with her so that I would keep up my writing. So, as you can imagine-I spend a lot of time with my girl. Her and I spend at least six hours a day together. My fingertips dance upon her keys as we write, market and explore social media to get the word out about books! It's her and I, trying to take over the literary world, one novel at a time.
Well, last night, I was going through my close-to-completed manuscript when it happened. A mean and nasty bottle of H2O came tumbling over onto Mackenzie, a force of water seeping into her every visible crevice. I panicked. My heartbeat escalated and I shouted "SLINGER!" My husband is the technology pro in the family and he has been known to save my cell phones and devices in the past. I sounded so frightened that he thought that I had cut myself chopping vegetables. No, this was WORSE. My girl was drowning. All I could see was my marketing materials, timelines, notes and photos getting taken down a rough and rapid river without at life vest. The past six months vanished before my very eyes. I cried, I blow-dried and Slinger quietly went to the store to get two massive bags of rice. After two minutes of blow-drying, my girl was revived, but we weren't in the clear yet. We had to make sure that she could make it through the night, so we sent her to the intensive rice unit, where she basked in the drying benefits of white rice in the comfort of a glass baking dish.
Of course it was a fitful night of sleep as I had nightmares of Mack's life being taken away from me far too soon. I saw images of her floating to the bottom of a lake without the beauty of words on her screen. I saw a violent wave pull her from the soft, dry comfort of the beach and pull her into the wild ocean. When I woke, I visited her in the IRU. After brushing off the leftover rice dander, I opened her up and said a prayer. A smile sprung to my face and a tear of joy escaped my eye as I saw the white apple make itself present on her beautiful face. Her screen went from black to familiar as she showed me all of the beautiful things that we had created together-folders filled with manuscripts, photos of Emily June and her furry brothers, a year worth of our memories together.
My girl is alive! And she will never, EVER be within five feet of a mean old liquid again.
So, if you ever have this same unfortunate incident, this is what you do...
- Power him/her down
- Towel dry as best as you can
- Let him/her bathe in rice for the night
If this doesn't work, take her to Dr. MAC for further diagnosis.