posted on Nov, 15 2010 @ 05:04 AM
I hope this is the right place to post this "personal experience" story. I'm hopeful some of the ATSers have some insight to this strange
happening. I can't seem to dismiss it as just coincidence but am completely befuddled. I've researched and researched to try and find some reference
to something (solar storm?) occuring around the July 8. I've found nothing.
I was heading out on a bit of a road trip to help celebrate a family member's milestone birthday--alone. It was going to be about a 15 hour trip (one
way) so I rented a car from a reputable car dealer ship as I like to know I'm going to be safe, get good gas milage, etc. etc. when I'm on the road
like that.
I arrived at my destination (the pre-booked hotel room) somewhere around midnight, July 8-9. Naturally, I was worn out and slept soundly. The next day
(Friday, July 9) was my "play day" as the party wouldn't be until Saturday, July 10. I took off to do some sight-seeing and first pop out of the
box, my camera wouldn't work. It was being weird: making whirly noises when I turned it on and taking half a pic before going completely dead. I knew
it couldn't be needing charged, but figured it had just decided it was time to show me who's boss and put me in the market for a new camera. Fine
timing. I was not a happy camper.
Later, back at the hotel, I had a surprise bout of stomach cramps and diarrhea. I didn't feel bad, just a little tired. I called home and chatted
with my man, he said he'd call me later. I had dinner and waited around for my man to call back. He didn't and it didn't appear I was getting a
signal on my cell. Go figure, I figured.
In the night, another bout took me to the bathroom. (Just as an aside here: I have a strong overall constitution, am not prone or overly sensitive to
illness generally speaking.) I'd already ruled out all the possiblities of anything, if what, I'd ingested as making me queasy.
The next morning fairly early my room phone rang! It was my man: "Are you alright?" he said. "I tried to call you on your cell all evening!" I
explained how the cell wasn't getting a signal (yes yes, of course I had charged it--did he think I was stupid?) I told him I was feeling just a
smite under the weather--just the nerves of a family gathering and the toll of the long drive, I assured him. He said he'd give me another call in an
hour or so after I got showered and before I left out of the hotel for the day's (by now Saturday, the 10th,) activity...
I waited the afore mentioned hour--and waited...no call. Finally I decided to call him because I had to get going, and as already established, my cell
phone wasn't working. So I picked up the hotel phone to get an outside line. Nothing. The outside line is deader than a door nail. I tried the hotel
switchboard too. Nothing.
Jeesch! Now this was getting really weird.
I gathered up and left but stopped by the front desk and told them about the phone. They told me my man had called in to the hotel switchboard to
reach me, but before they could connect him to my room, the hotel phone system went haywire. They were working on it, they assured me, and had a
technician on the way.
On my way to the party I stopped in a nearby small village to pick up a bouquet of flowers at a little shop, but when I got back into my little KIA
rental car, (which I'd grown quite fond of), it wouldn't start. Dead. Deader than a door nail.
Well, okay, this wasn't going to be my day...I got a jump and dealt with all that good stuff that always only happens when it's raining.
All the younger nephews, nieces and cousins attacked my camera and phone after I told my story; delighted at a chance to compete with each other over
which one would be the hero and be able to "fix" my electronics. One of them got my phone to work by taking out the battery and then recharging
again and just in general "playing around" like the techno-smart generation does. Same for my camera--they got it to sorta work, but it was never
the same again and a few days later it was totally dead again. (In fact, I actually ended up getting a new camera.)
The rest of my trip was uneventful but when I got back home and refueled the car to return it, my bank card screwed up the gas pump--it was a mess.
They had to shut down their system and re-boot, that didn't work, so it had to be done manually by the manager (who wasn't there and had to be
called in) and then it fluked my bank account by charging the $20.00 for gas over and over and over (Whoa!) until it finally made my bank account
bounce. (Didn't even find that out until a day or two later! It did get all straightened out --eventually.)
The final straw--my (home) computer seemed to have gotten a virus or something and was acting very strange.
Now what could this mean? I think it sounds much like some kind of radioactivity may have been going on--with me or my surroundings? And why just
me--everything electronic I touched seemed to flow out of sync but nobody else seemed affected.
I'd love to get some ideas of what some of the more scientific minds here can make of this! I'm looking forward to your insights!
Annabanana