Bad Luck

I seriously don't understand why this past week has been full of such horrible luck for me.

Friday the 13th: Woke up with pink eye, got a cardboard cut on the middle finger of my left hand, and then a couple of hours later I was cutting up sweet potatoes to make fries and I sliced open the ring finger of my left hand and had to go to the emergency room and get three stitches and a TDaP shot.

Saturday my left knee started to give out.

Sunday my family went insane.

Monday my left shoulder and my neck became insanely tense and painful.  There was a bright spot though, I got a nice new touch screen all-in-one computer.  But then my right knee started to give out too.

Tuesday I slid down my front steps and twisted my left ankle.

Wednesday I went to see Foxy Shazam and some guy standing behind me reached over me to grab for a drumstick at the end of the concert and then tried to pull it through my head, which resulted in an instantaneous green lump on my forehead and a massive headache.

Thursday was alright, I was exhausted and the lump was still sore.  Went to a free concert (Kingsize) with free drinks and a build your own ice cream sandwich bar, though, so that was cool.  Didn't fall asleep until after 9 AM though because my brain got into a down kinda place.


And then today I woke up with a nasty sore throat and my body feels like falling apart.  Ugh.  That makes seven straight days of horrendous luck, hopefully it's over now.  I also had two random guys I don't know profess their love for me this week too, so I guess that's a perk.