Its the story of my life, and it goes a little something like this.
If something can go wrong, it will go wrong.
I ended up back in the hospital yesterday because of an infection where they operated.
People can go their whole lives without going to the hospital (besides when they’re born).
I’ve been there twice in a week and a half.
Don’t worry there’s a follow-up story.
Some people are so fond of bad luck they run half way to meet it.
I don’t run to meet it,and I’m definitely not fond of it.
It tends to jump in my path while I’m running.
Either way, I have lots and lots of bad luck. I’m even willing to share.
And now for the conclusion.
The only sure thing about luck is that it will change.
I’m waiting for the change.
I’ve had so much bad luck lately, that the smallest thing that goes right will feel like the most amazing thing in the world.
I can’t wait for that moment.