When Murphy's Law Spontaneously Imploded In My Face
Ever heard of Murphy's Law? Ever feel like the universe is secretly out to get you and you're not really sure why? Anything that can go wrong WILL go wrong for me: I am a little sphere in Murphy's Law's personal pinball machine. Murphy's Law just loves to vomit in my lap and spontaneously implode in my face. I should take it in good humour, but it's gone to the point of ridiculousness.
I'm having a bad year. In March, I feel in a 7-11, gashed my brow, bled all over the floor, and got eleven stitches. In May, I got braces for the first time in my life and now I even bit into a hamburger without some pain. In June, I fell off my bed and broke my arm and I'm currently am typing this out with my one good hand. To make matters worse, this arm is my drawing arm. This is an artist's worst fear. Accordingly, I cracked my ulna bone in my right forearm I'm right-handed with connects to the thumb to the elbow. The break is more than a hairline but less than a fracture broken two inches from the elbow. Does it hurt? Yes, particularly when I move around and I'm not very good at sitting still. Will I be able to draw again? I don't know for sure, which is why I'm worried, but I have to meet a specialist to be sure. And parents won't allow me to do anything, while they insult me as they so it! I'm not THAT goddamn handicap! Grrr!
I got out of my cast a week ago, that was five-and-a-half weeks of torture there. And when I'm enjoying my freedom, I'm heading downtown and exited onto the highway. When I signaled and check my mirrors to get over to the next lane, a car zoomed forward and I swerved out of way, lost control of the car, smashed into a railing, totaled the car, got trapped in the wreckage of the car, had to get out by the "jaws of life," placed in an ambulance, got x-rayed, got catscaned, found out I fractured by pelvis, was hospitalized for two days (Saturday afternoon to Monday evening), had to get a urine bag shoved up my vagina, got food poisoning Sunday, vomited twice, been high on painkillers this whole weekend, which are now wearing off, I'm now stuck bedridden and stuck waddling in a pair crutches for next few weeks, maybe even months - it's also probably a bad sign when one of the nurses recognized you from last time (when I broke my arm) - and now I'm extremely bitter!
Murphy's Law, ladies and gentlemen.
On a good note, this will give me an excuse to concentrate on typing up my stories. Bad news is I'm already going to go insane from not being able to draw anything for the last two days that I feel like I'm about to scream!
Mood of the Moment:
overwhelmed
Music of the Moment: "Miracle" by Cascada.
Media of the Moment: Saw (2004).
Book of the Moment: Catwoman: The Dark End of the Street (Book #1), by Ed Brubaker, Darwyn Cooke, and Mike Allred.
Food of the Moment: McNuggets.
Lust of the Moment: Robert Englund.
Research of the Moment: 1950s films.
Quote of the Moment: "I'm your boyfriend now, Nancy" (Freddy Krueger, A Nightmare on Elm Street, 1984).
Philosophical Perspective of the Moment: "Murphy's Law: Anything that can go wrong will go wrong" (Lewis Strauss, 1896-1974).