What The Luck?
The World According To Kiki & J-Fed
What goes around comes around, and apparently I'm getting mine tenfold. Now, I'm not sure what I did wrong to deserve my recent run of luck... but it must have been pretty damn bad. Short of my car being stolen and my house burning down to the ground, everything that could possibly happen HAS happened.
It started with the divorce in March. Ten years of love and marriage down the crapper. My dear husband went off into the sunset without me. As heartbreaking as it was, I figured my luck was going to turn around. I mean, I had put an end to my misery right? I was free as a bird now. I waited for the feelings of joy to wash over me, yet they didn't come. Why? Because it was just one stressor after the next.
Things started to go awry quickly. Baby daughter got some nasty respiratory virus, followed by an icky staph infection. Did I mention she also turned a funky shade of yellow in the interim? I mean, she was still smiling through it all, but for the love of God when was it going to get better?
After a month in the mountains, I took some time to regroup. I should look at the bright side I told myself. We were all healthy and quite happy for the most part. It wasn't a week after we returned that things took another turn for the worst. Suddenly, the dog was sick... real sick. And then they diagnosed him with cancer. Heartbroken I thought that would be the worst of it.
Then the pains started in my stomach. It came on fast and furious. I secretly wondered if someone was poisoning me. Anything was possible. A little arsenic here, a little hemlock there. It wouldn't be long before I went belly up, I was sure. After peeing in a cup several times, I was sent to a "specialist."
ter. To my shock, he explained to me that the possibilities of what was wrong were endless -- from cancer to kidney stones, it could be anything. Upon hearing the "c" word, I cringed. I was certain I was dying. Of course, I wouldn't go quickly. It would be a long, drawn out process. I would have to face up to my mortality. After a slew of tests, the specialist deemed me a victim of cystitis. I thought it was some kind of joke.