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Hey Siri

Recently Mom was hospitalized because of an open wound on her leg. In all actuality it happens quite frequently since her skin is as thin as tracing paper. The slightest bump will cause an open sore that could lead to infection and not healing well due to her diabetes. She has lost a few toes this way already and it’s a scary situation for sure. Luckily she was only there over the weekend, starting Friday and being back to the nursing home by Monday. Coming to think of it, I think it was more of a safety precaution since Mom’s family physician went on vacation. He was worried Mom could develop a blood clot and in the end I think everyone was relieved to know Mom was in good hands.

This all happened during the week she was mad at me and hung up on the iPad. On top of it I got sick. Now with all of it behind us, I know that her anger towards me was fear driven about her leg, and the worries of what could happen. Calling Mom per FaceTime last Monday after the hospital, I found a completely different person. Immediately I could tell how relieved she was to be back, and that yet another scary chapter was behind her. We laughed and joked, it was a real pleasure talking to her. And then she told me a story that would send us both over on giggles.

Somehow Mom activated Siri on her iPad. Of course she has no clue what that is, for what one would use it, or how to even do it. It was an accident and I’m still unsure of what exactly Mom thinks happened. Clearly there can’t be a person stuck inside the iPad and the technology is beyond what she can comprehend at nearly 81 years of age. I wouldn’t even know how to explain it to her, but I tried anyways.

She proceeds to tell me that the iPad kept talking and talking and she just wanted peace and quiet. All I can figure is that Mom mumbled something and Siri couldn’t make out what she wanted. I’m sure Siri asked several times what she could assist Mom with. Mom mumbles back something and so the conversation between Mom and Siri continues until Mom finally has enough, and tells Siri to shut up already. 😂 But wait a minute, Siri understood that, and proceeds to tell Mom that this wasn’t a nice thing to say. (Rolling in laughter). I start cracking up as she tells me the story and Mom does as well. She puts her hand over her mouth as if she got busted saying something bad and now thinks she has to watch what she is saying because the iPad heard it and reprimanded her.

#Priceless

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10 thoughts on “Hey Siri

  1. First, I’m sorry to hear about this regarding your mom. Hope she gets well soon. Many blessings and greetings to her.

    On the other side, it funny story; my mom talks to Google too in similar way thinking the phone has a brain or something! 😉
    When I was a kid, I remember my grandma refuses to sit in front of the TV unless she dressed well. She believed that men on the TV can see us!

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  2. Sometimes, messages come to tell us that we are in the best place. I think your Mom just got one. I hope she makes a good recovery. And the Siri story is very funny. Perhaps your Mom will be a little nicer over Facetime communication (just incase Siri might be listening and reprimand her for ‘not very nice words!’ 😂 😂 😂 ❤️❤️❤️

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