The BlackBerry ER – A day in the Life of Eddo

I hear the sirens in the distance and my heart pounds as anxious thoughts flood my mind.

What will it be today?

Yesterday a young man came in with a Blackberry so badly beaten that it was almost beyond repair. I finally stitched it back up, but it required two hours of intensive surgery, an intravenous data feed coupled with a whole lot of tender loving care to restore it back to health. .

Sometimes the images stick with me for days, the shattered broken pieces, the crushed and severed body parts, it haunts me deep into the hours of the night.

Once a lady ran into my cubicle screaming, “My Baby, My BABY! I THINK IT’S DEAD!” I looked down, and cradled in her palm was a Treo 650. The life signs were weak, the battery was nearly depleted, I knew immediately that I didn’t have much time.

I sprang into action –“ Help, I need a Treo 650 power charger, a fresh software image, a Treo updater package, and 2 service packs – STAT!” The scene that followed would be one for the history books. The adrenaline pumped through my veins and I broke into a cold sweat as I administered my treatments. My hands were quick and steady and I felt in control and in my element, the same way God must have felt when he spoke the world into existence.

I saved the Treo 650 and when I delivered him back to his mother she was ecstatic, crying and hugging me thanking me profusely – but others aren’t so lucky.

Three weeks ago an elderly gentleman came to me with two BlackBerry’s. He wanted to do a internal organ transplant from one device to the other. Everything was going fine, the data was transferring successfully, the wireless number was porting, and then suddenly both devices just died on me. I looked from one to the other confused and horrified at the same time. I hooked them both up to life support, I tried to bring them back to life by pounding on them with my fists, but they were gone, there was nothing more I could do. I looked up to the heavens and I cried out, “Why God, Why!?”

I hate to lose a patient. I abhor delivering bad news to a loved one. Seeing the disbelief on their faces, the shock, the denial, watching their knees go weak, often times their legs buckle and they just fall into my arms and sob like babies, it almost kills me.

What I do is both a blessing and a curse. It is not by choice that I am in this field, for some reason God has placed me here and while I am here I will do what I can to make the world a better place, saving one mobile data device at a time.