It is simply crazy how dependant I've become on access to the Internet. I expect it to be available any time, wherever I am. I need constant access to websites and apps. The verb in the last sentence cannot be replaced with ... want. Access has become a need. I felt emotionally and almost physically affected when disconnected.
Our modem is still out, but we have a technician scheduled for tomorrow morning. Having ours down is generally not too great a problem, as the tenant on the second floor has a similar modem. We got the password for that Wi-Fi when we arrived. Things are not as fast and the signal doesn't reach every last corner of the apartment, but it is a connection! Unfortunately our trusted back up started acting up after we went to bed in the early hours of January 1st.
I haven't added data to my Mexican cell number. I know, there are coffee shops and business everywhere with Wi-Fi. I found myself walking all the way to the pier in Puerto Vallata with both my phone and tablet just for the free WiFi yesterday. The beach is only 12 minutes away, but I admit to going for the e-fix ... not to swim.
There really weren't critical things which needed doing. I could have possibly had a question I couldn't answer instantaneously. I may have had an important email. I had no way in which to check my bank balances. I couldn't even open Facebook. (Ugh, I know!) I think most of the fear was just the realization that I had no Internet at home.
Today, the connection from the second floor is hit or miss. I am on edge but it not like being totally cut off. I completely understand Seven of Nine from Star Trek: Voyager. Being severed from the collective is like a living hell.