Luck

Some people have all the luck. Seriously. They are the ones who win the lottery or the random drawings. They get the free meals and not because they find a hair in their food. They avoided the chicken pox outbreak or the lice infestation in elementary school. They have all the luck and they refuse to share it.

I am not one of those people. I try to avoid the patch of ice only to slip on it anyway and break an ankle or try to see the sights from a roof top only to fall through. I register for drawings and never get chosen. I walk into a fast food restaurant for a late night snack because the drive through line is too long and end up being locked inside with a gang. (They did let us leave, with our food and our lives, so I guess that's something.)

Most people have symptoms of appendicitis or gallstones and seek help. I am not most people. I don't notice something is seriously wrong until I am passing out, alone in my apartment and realize that maybe that random pain in my abdomen is more serious than gas. I am that person that calls an ambulance because I don't want to bother anybody and then get the super hot paramedic whom I can't even try to flirt with because breathing is as excruciating as being stabbed with a million butcher knives. I am one of those people that spends an eternity in an emergency room only hear "We don't know what's wrong with you, other than your abdomen is filled with blood." I guess they don't see a lot of patients with spontaneous internal bleeding.

Things are looking up though. I found a quarter yesterday, heads side up... I am hoping that means it is 25 times MORE lucky than finding a penny. We shall see.