After a brief moment of panic and pissed-offness, I realized not much of my life is going to change. Sure, I won’t be able to track my runs without toting my phone along (something I’m not likely to do here), I won’t be able to track and overly focus on my resting heart rate (it climbed to 42!), or be able to pay at a credit card terminal without my phone or wallet. All minor inconveniences. What I will probably miss most are the notifications that would buzz on my wrist when someone was trying to get in touch. The death means I will have to look at my phone to discover nobody is reaching out.
I am more that slightly disappointed that it died only 15 months after purchase, though. The EKG function shuffled off its mortal coil a few months back, too, and it was a prime reason I bought the thing in the first place. That had to do with the digital crown, which seemed to be having problems anyway. Maybe too much sweat and seawater.
Next time I’m in the Big City, I’ll check some stores to see if they (a) carry them, and (b) at what price. If it’s not terrible, I may make the purchase. If not, a replacement will have to wait for my return to the states. With a new version coming in the fall, I may wait even that long. Who knows, I may find I’m fine without it entirely.