Why didn't I get sick?

About a month ago, a friend was in my bathroom when he dropped his smartphone into the toilet before he had a chance to flush. He gingerly picked it up, and wiped it off but nothing worked after the traumatic event. I suggested he put the phone in a bag of rice and leave it on the heat register overnight so it could gently dry out. I gave him a ziploc bag full of Risotto rice and he placed the vile object inside. The next morning he tried it. The display was a little strange but it worked well enough that he could use it for his trip home. Success.
For lunch yesterday I cooked a bowl of rice in my rice cooker and had it with leftover salmon florentine over a bed of spinach. It was delicious.
Unfortunately the bag of rice I used to dry out the phone is missing! That can mean only one thing, the thought of which is too terrible to even contemplate. And yet here I sit, quietly fluthering while the end draws nigh.
Should I be making preparations?
Will I ever be kissed again?

This is in social so I am open to any and all suggestions.