The LATEST in A Series of Unfortunate Events

Mar 27, 2005 22:12

I'm trying to decide if this is the so-called "third strike:"

My dad slipped on the ice, shattered his right leg, and will need surgery to repair it. Obviously, it sucks, but not for me. Or so it would seem. My mom pointed out as we sat in the ER that, from now on, for at least the next two months, every 4 AM flight, every ass-crack-of-dawn train to New York, every doctor's appointment, physical therapy session, school/social/extracurricular activity of Steve or Renee... all my job. Until summer vacation, there will be no social time.

I still feel so bad for my dad, though, that while I need to acknowledge at some point that senior year is not going to end as I envisioned it, it hasn't been foremost in my thoughts. I owe him for driving me to physical therapy so many times in the past. It's not his fault that he's hurt and I'd feel like the worst person ever if I started getting bitchy about that. It's just... overwhelming.

But is it the expected third misfortune? We'll have to see how it plays out.

Over and out,
Your friendly neighborhood Lemony Snicket book.
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