I don't think I'm a very materialistic person nor am I particularly attached to the things I have but I am attached to my photos. I take an excessive amount of photos on a daily bases and today I woke up to the realization that yesterday's trip to the computer repair shop had wiped my computer clean of all my photos.
It was around 10am when I woke up and this crossed my mind.
Instantly my heart started racing, my face went flush and I thought I was going to be sick. For the most part most of my photos are either on my Facebook page, homepage or on my phone and could be thus retrieved. It'd be super annoying to go about online downloading them all but it'd be doable. What wouldn't be doable though would be retrieving photos I took of my last days with my mother. I have many on Facebook but many of the more sensitive ones that I'd only really share family were tucked away on my computer.
I was so stressed about the thought of having lost all those photos so after a lot of pacing around in the house, I through on some training clothes and headed out for a run. I figured a good hard run would do me go, despite the fact that it's been months since I've actually have gone running.
Running only reminded me of my mother and the schedule I kept when I was in Canada visiting her...
6am – Wake up, get ready, head out for my morning run.
7am – Arrive at the hospital, help my mom wash up and wake up my dad.
8am – Breakfast with my parents in my mom’s hospital room.
11am – Run home (13km round trip run), shower and eat lunch.
12pm – Make a separate lunch for my dad and brother to eat.
2pm – Bike it out to Extreme Fitness for weight training.
4pm – Return home, shower and eat.
6:30pm – Make dinner for us all to eat.
7pm – Return to the hospital
11pm/midnight – Return home.
She had asked me to help her in the morning so I agreed to run there everyday to the hospital. My dad would sleep over so I'd come to help my mom and then wake up my father. The run to the hospital was 6.5km and I'd alternate my way home by running home one day and then having my father drive me home the next day. It was grueling for me to wake up so early but I knew it was the least I could do for her and it did make her so happy. I remember one day I woke up in pure panic because I had slept in so I booted it to the hospital. I arrived 20 minutes late and there in the hospital room sat my mother crying. She told me "I thought you had forgotten about me" and that just about crushed me because I obviously hadn't, I just really hated mornings and still do.
Many of my friends on Facebook have noted that there are ways to retrieve my photos despite the computer having been gutted and cleaned. I sure hope they're right too but must admit that I am super nervous about hearing what the computer repair man will say when I return. Plan is to go back this week and deal with it so for now I'm sitting uneasy, hoping that what limited photos I still have of the summer of 2011 aren't all I'll be able to save.
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