I suppose it was bound to happen some day. This morning I started up my 17 inch Macbook Pro and the startup chime sounded as usual. A few seconds later the chime sounded again. Then again. And again. And again. Uh oh. Not good. Nothing I tried worked. I couldn’t get it to respond to anything. I tried zapping the PRAM. Starting in safe mode. Booting from a cd. All I got was an endless loop of startup chimes. Finally, I gave in and took it in to be serviced.
While I am still waiting for the official diagnosis, I am anticipating that the logic board went bad. That’s pretty much the worst thing that can happen to a laptop.
The thing about losing my laptop is that I feel so lost and aimless without it. I feel bad for being so attached to a material possession, but it is really hard to be without it. Almost everything I am is connected to that machine. Photography, friends, family, work, writing, music, entertainment. Everything. When you are being fed by a machine and the umbilical cord gets cut your body goes into shock. This afternoon while driving home after dropping my laptop off with some stranger that won’t love it nearly as much as I do, I literally felt sick. My head hurt and I was nauseous. It turned out to be a migraine (something I have never experienced before) but I have to wonder if somehow it was related to my losing my computer. Could I be so dependent on that machine that even my physical health depends on it? I hope not.
Luckily, I was able to get Betsy’s MacBook loaded to a satisfactory level so I can hopefully survive until I get my laptop back. My headache has subsided and I am once again getting regular digital sustenance. Sweet, sweet sustenance.