Mason's Palmtop 3 (that pesky little $5,500 piece of equipment that dangles between his legs and provides his "voice") landed in the toilet at school today....again....that would be the second time in the past five months.
Not sure what to say about it, but I can report that there is "water sloshing around inside the device, and water under the screen...." That can't be good, folks.
Howard and I are very upset, but not so much at the therapist who was taking him to the bathroom when it happened, but just that universe will not release it's firm grip on Mason lately. ENOUGH! I don't mind if I need to pay the proverbial karmic piper, but why does Mason keep having to cough up money for him?
The good news is, it is covered by our insurance, since it happened within the first year of ownership. The bad news is, we still can't seem to get across to people to be incredibly careful with this very expensive only form of communication. We have talked about it until we're blue in the face, but we haven't come up with anything. The interesting part is, what happens next November, when we've owned it longer than a year and it falls into the toilet again?
In the meantime, imagine how you feel when you get laryngitis and can't talk. Take that times 7 or so days....(add to that having laryngitis your entire life except for the past 1 1/2 years)...and being very upset to watch your speech therapist take your "voice" out of the classroom today...and trying to show your sister something outside during the freezing rain episode this afternoon; pointing out the window, and then leaning down to "tell" her about it on your Palmtop...and remembering it's gone. I guess that's why they call it the blues.