I’m not sure who’s in charge of handing out luck, but whoever it is, he or she should be fired. Immediately. Because the string of bad luck I’ve been on for the past year or so has worn out it’s welcome and needs to go away right now. Yes, I know adversity makes us stronger and that “when the going gets tough, the tough get going,” but there comes a time when even the toughest of us just want things to lighten up a little.
I handled it when my dog came down with heart worm, even after being on heart worm preventative pills for a year. I adjusted to the pandemic and all the grief and hardship it brought. I handled the fear of my granddaughter’s premature birth and my husband’s cancer diagnosis, and when I started seeing flashing lights in my right eye, I was just grateful to be able to get a quick appointment with my eye doctor. Even when my beloved “grand-dog” Frank died unexpectedly on the very day of my husband’s major surgery, I focused on what a good life he had led and and was thankful that he had died at home, with my son and daughter-in-law with him.
I’m not saying that I didn’t complain through it all, or have my moments of self pity and anxiety. Of course I did, and it would be silly to say otherwise, especially since some of the people who read my blog know me personally and they’d spot the lie. I’m just saying that during what has been a very turbulent period, I tried really hard to keep a positive attitude and to focus just as much on the things that were going right as the things that were going wrong. And I also figured that sooner or later, our luck had to improve.
Yet just one day after my husband finally got his port removed (which is a very good sign and certainly cause for celebration), I managed to break a bone in my foot. I wasn’t even doing anything risky or athletic when it happened. I simply tried to turn around, and while my foot turned, the flip-flop sandal I was wearing didn’t, and down I went. And of course it is my right foot, which means that I can’t drive when I’m wearing the big “walking boot” the doctor said I’d need to keep on for the next four to six weeks. (Note to self: next time I decide to break a foot, break the left one. It’s so much more convenient.)
It’s not a bad break and it doesn’t even hurt very much. But it was the last straw, as far as I’m concerned. Someone has messed up, somewhere, and given me an extra helping of bad luck, I’m just sure of it. And they need to make it right, and start sending more good luck my way to make up for it. I’ve spent some time thinking about this and I have my arguments all clear in my mind, complete with supporting data to prove my case. Now all I need to do is figure out just exactly who I have to make my case to, and I’ll be all set. If only life came with a good customer service department……