My iPhone 3GS has been sliding down a steep slope of decline in the summer. We blame it on me throwing it in frustration over the summer months, onto my bed, couch, fleshy parts of NPY’s body…. Something started to rattle inside and the battery would drain with lightening speed such that I barely dared to start any apps if I was not plugged in. Also, when I had anywhere between 30-50% battery left, and especially if I was running a nonnative/intensive app, the phone would crash/shut down and sometimes could not be revived, totally drained of battery! It’s been a transition to not be able to spend a commute playing on my phone; back to writing in a notebook and reading a physical book. I spent an evening wiping and restoring my phone in case that was the problem and upgraded to iOS 5 when it was available and nothing changed. Time to change the battery, then. It was a no-brainer to order it myself (just $10 off eBay) and “perform the operation” myself (as a learning experience).
With High Tech Dad’s YouTube video as a guide, which I played over and over again at certain points as reassurance, I opened my iPhone and scratched off the “Do Not Remove” sticker. It was fun, unexpectedly complicated, but not so difficult except (1) my logic board did not come entirely out giving me complete access to the battery (2) the battery is stuck fast to the case (very adhesive 3M double-sided tape) (3) it was difficult to line up the logic board again with the screws (4) my SIM card would not fit at first–“my phone has no brain!” and (5) the screen does not feel quite as flush to the case now that I have put it back together.
Apparently if am performing a technician task, my preferred curse word starts with “S” and I’m shockingly profuse about it. My ISTJ personality points towards careers in law, surgery, and accounting. Lil Sis and I decided I can cross off the second one!
Result? Doesn’t seem to have helped. Oh well.
This is a blog series complementing my regular blog posts with the original idea was to share our parallel lives, NPY’s and mine, while I’m in Toronto and he’s in Vancouver, 3,400 km away. For me, it’s been pretty fun because I’m this long-time blogger and enjoy repackaging parts of my life in “blog bites”. It’s been more difficult for NPY who hasn’t experienced a change in scenery (although I do not think it is necessary) so I’ll be continuing this with just my photos. I might have something every day. I might not.