Rice to the rescue

Apparently I can successfully coordinate patient care for twelve people during a hectic shift, but ask me to text Jake while washing dishes and suddenly I’m fishing my phone out of soapy water.

Rice to the rescue

The split second of watching it disappear under the bubbles was pure panic. Like, genuine fight-or-flight response to a device hitting dishwater. Which probably says something about my relationship with technology that I don’t want to examine too closely.

The rice trick investigation begins

Currently conducting the ancient ritual of phone-in-rice, because even in 2025 that’s apparently still our best option. Jake walked in right as I was dumping half a bag of jasmine rice into a container, muttering curse words I definitely don’t use at work. His expression was priceless.

Fortunately, it seems to have survived the swim. Unfortunately, I now have to explain to myself why I thought I could efficiently multitask with a sink full of dishes and an important text thread. Some lessons you just keep learning the hard way.