My ACER laptop was hacked.
The hacker attached a keystroke monitor that actually breached my password box so I couldn't even change that. It was so infected with viruses, I wouldn't use it even if I had it bleached and refurbished.
Why do people hack little old ladies' computers?
What joy do they get from annoying us and keeping us from sharing photos with family, and chatting with friends? My computer is my connection with the outside world. Most of my world consists of sitting in my recliner and watching HGTV, and reading Websites. I don't play computer games.
After several months of not having a computer, my husband did the legwork of finding an affordable DELL with a Solid State processor. So, one Saturday, I didn't bother with make-up, I pinned up my hair and went to Staples with him to check it out. Our sales clerk, Andre, was wonderful. He didn't make me nervous or treat me like I was an ignorant little old lady. So, we purchased it.
Della (that's my name for her), sat next to my chair for several days waiting for me to conjure up the energy to figure out how to work it. Still learning. How many updates does a computer need before it's operable?
I paid extra for setup so I could open it and it would be good to go. Gee. I've tried six times to change the clock so it gives the right time of day. No luck. I gave up. If I don't give up after several tries, my heart rate will triple its pace. Not fun.
Anxiety comes easy these days. Most anything triggers an episode of paralyzing angst. When it comes, I just stop. I huddle in my recliner and turn on Sirius Escape. I listen to instrumental music to regain peace and calm. Most likely explanation? my pain meds. My doctor keeps changing them (another story). Then, again, it could be my hermit isolation from society (story for another time).
Today I felt the strength and courage to write a post.
This is it.
Maybe later I'll tackle something with more meat. ~selahV
