Yesterday was a great example of a love/hate relationship. I was at school all day for class, and several times throughout the morning the discussion in class and also in between classes among my classmates turned to fitness monitoring devices. Several people expressed how much they really enjoy all the features- knowing the energy they are expending, the distance they are covering, etc. One of my friends was skeptical, saying she doesn't want to have to rely on technology to tell her how active she is.
I also went to a precision medicine lecture about social networking and new technology in diabetes care. It was great to think about advances, and yet intimidating as well. As a (soon-to-be) nurse practitioner, I look forward to the balance between art and science with which I will practice. The more technology is used, the more I wonder what will happen to the art.
I realized during my next class that I didn't have my phone with me. I knew that I'd had it in the diabetes lecture and couldn't remember putting it in my bag. I knew the floor in the classroom was not carpeted, so I assumed if it had dropped out of my things I would have heard it, but maybe not. I left class and went back to the classroom to look for it, but didn't see it. I returned to class, thinking I'd have to deal with it afterwards. It was for sure not in my bag, which meant my next course of action was to report it missing. At UCSF, the ultimate lost and found is with Campus Police, so I sent a message. Ironically, they asked for a contact phone number. Given that my cell phone is my only number, I had to laugh when typing it out and writing in parentheses that this was the number to my missing phone.
I was trying not to think about the fact that my phone was at-large and to listen in class when I remembered that I had downloaded Find My iPhone a while ago, just in case. I logged in on my laptop to check out the app. Amazingly, you can remotely set a message on your home screen for anyone who picks it up, so I wrote asking anyone who found it to please email me. Then, you can also make your phone make a sound, even if you have it set on vibrate, which I did. It also gives a GPS location, with pretty specific detail. It seemed as though my phone was in the previous classroom, so after class I returned to that classroom and via the app, asked my phone to make a noise. Amazingly, I heard a noise. The phone had fallen out of my things and lodged in the crease in the chair I'd been sitting in. I wouldn't have looked there, nor anyone else until the next person sat in the chair. I was really amazed by the app's capabilities in that moment.
When we only used landlines, no one ever lost the phone plugged into their wall. Losing your phone means an inconvenience and potentially a big disruption to your life. I love the many things technology does for me, but at times I also hate how much allow myself to depend on it.
I also went to a precision medicine lecture about social networking and new technology in diabetes care. It was great to think about advances, and yet intimidating as well. As a (soon-to-be) nurse practitioner, I look forward to the balance between art and science with which I will practice. The more technology is used, the more I wonder what will happen to the art.
I realized during my next class that I didn't have my phone with me. I knew that I'd had it in the diabetes lecture and couldn't remember putting it in my bag. I knew the floor in the classroom was not carpeted, so I assumed if it had dropped out of my things I would have heard it, but maybe not. I left class and went back to the classroom to look for it, but didn't see it. I returned to class, thinking I'd have to deal with it afterwards. It was for sure not in my bag, which meant my next course of action was to report it missing. At UCSF, the ultimate lost and found is with Campus Police, so I sent a message. Ironically, they asked for a contact phone number. Given that my cell phone is my only number, I had to laugh when typing it out and writing in parentheses that this was the number to my missing phone.
I was trying not to think about the fact that my phone was at-large and to listen in class when I remembered that I had downloaded Find My iPhone a while ago, just in case. I logged in on my laptop to check out the app. Amazingly, you can remotely set a message on your home screen for anyone who picks it up, so I wrote asking anyone who found it to please email me. Then, you can also make your phone make a sound, even if you have it set on vibrate, which I did. It also gives a GPS location, with pretty specific detail. It seemed as though my phone was in the previous classroom, so after class I returned to that classroom and via the app, asked my phone to make a noise. Amazingly, I heard a noise. The phone had fallen out of my things and lodged in the crease in the chair I'd been sitting in. I wouldn't have looked there, nor anyone else until the next person sat in the chair. I was really amazed by the app's capabilities in that moment.
When we only used landlines, no one ever lost the phone plugged into their wall. Losing your phone means an inconvenience and potentially a big disruption to your life. I love the many things technology does for me, but at times I also hate how much allow myself to depend on it.
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