I'm questioning what I did wrong. I'm dreading what is next.
Saturday. We had two friends come to spend a short vacation with us, including one who was to teach a self-defense class. Not halfway through the class, he broke his foot on the mat (audible snap)... and we spent the next 3 hours in the Emergency Room waiting it out to be x-rayed and wrapped. Fortunately, the rest of that day went by without mishap, though I did play Designated Driver for the Halloween party that lasted until 3am.
Sunday. I awake with a really bad case of the sniffles. I try 3-4 different kinds of medicine, antihistimines, etc to no avail. My nose was raw by the end of the day, and I have a nice gash across my chest where one of my cats--terrified still by the strangers in the house--freaked out and scratched me. Some good came of this day, however, as one of our guests made a fabulous dinner and Vortex managed to finally down Anub Heroic, after we altered our strategy and used bloodlust during P1.
Monday. I went to work, and ended the day with a mountain of tissues on my desk. My husband starts the sniffles, too. We went out for sushi with our guests, and that was good, and attended the martial art group's sparring practice to let our guests hang out with them some more--one cursing his broken foot that he couldn't participate--then went home to play Rockband. About 6 songs in, the TV mysteriously turns itself off and refuses to come back on, even though the other things (PS3, DVR, audio) on the socket are still working fine. We end the night with Star Wars Trivial Pursuit, though.
Tuesday. I awake around 5am and realize that if I don't force myself back to sleep immediately, I'm going to be revisiting the sushi. My husband is feeling the same way. Around 8am, I let my work know I need to have the day off, and fall back into a troubled sleep until around 1pm, when our guests need to get on the road and head home--a day early, but they have an interesting trip ahead given the driver has a broken foot and needs to see an orthopedic surgeon. We see them off, laughing about the ill fortune over their mini-vacation, standing in the drive way in our pajamas as they get the final load of their luggage into the car and drive off. My husband and I stumble back to the house to collapse back in bed... to find the door shut and locked. We were locked out of our house, sick, in pajamas, on a brisk November day. /sigh. 30 minutes and a locksmith bill later, and I'm curled up before my computer in a blanket, sipping tea, shivering off the chill, waiting to hear from the Geek Squad about the dead TV replacement, and wondering just what else could be heading our way?
Hopefully no one else is having quite the run of odd bad luck I seem to be! The only consolation I have is that the bad luck has--seemingly--remained here, rather than followed our friends down the road on their long drive home!
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