There's a balance in this world. I understand that. Ying and yang. Good and bad. Good and evil. Happy and sad. I totally buy into the idea that no good deed goes unpunished. And I also believe that for every one incident or event that takes place, three events of the opposite will happen to counter that event. I understand it. I get it. I buy into it. But, I don't understand why it happens.
It all started when I accepted the first promotion from at work...remember the one where I took over the Disney position? Things were going great - I was graduating, got promoted, moving up in the world. And then Ian's dad died. And Roxy ended up in the emergency room with a leg gashed open. Following that was a series of smaller, yet significant events that were of the negative persuasion. Then things leveled off. Life had a happy balance again, and I continued on, as though things were normal.
But alas, only a short while later, I lose my position in the company. Yes, my job was eliminated (I'm sure all of you remember that). So, there follows a stressful month of events, as I decided which path to follow, and waited the results of my interview. The positives - I got out of a dreadful work situation, I got promoted, and I was pursuing more of a positive direction in my carrier. Following that was a series of smaller, yet significant events that were of the positive persuasion...used to balance out the blow of the job elimination.
Once my promotion took shape, things headed down a negative path again. This really great event takes place where my career is shaping up, and blamo, first it's Porkchop's life threating weekend in the ER from an overdose. Then Dallas, which was fabulous, and went smoothly. But following my trip to Dallas, the best friend who I just saw in Dallas after three years, e-mails me to tell me his mother has died. Unexpectedly. From a heart attack. Following a party to celebrate her remission from cancer. Horrible and heart-wrenching. Then everything kinda stablized...life had a balance, and I braced myself, waiting for the big number three event to happen.
Like I said, things happen in three. When good happens, three bads happen. When bad happens, three goods happen. So far, there were two....I knew three was coming.
So, I thought it was over when Roxy ended up with a gashed leg again. Nope. I thought it was over when Ashley, the nextdoor neighbor, almost died in the hospital from a gallbladder surgery gone WAY wrong. Nope.
Then today....I receive a phone call from my Mom. She sounds like she's crying, but I think it's just allergies. Not too odd for my Mom to call me in the middle of the day. "Hi Mom!," I say, thinking she's calling to confirm the time for Thanksgiving dinner. "What's up?" "I had an accident," she says. You can imagine that my reaction that followed can only be put in a rated R movie, first braced with a warning that no young viewers should be allowed to watch. "Oh my God! What happened?!?!, " I cried. "I fell. I broke my arm. It's the same arm with the rod in it, and the rod went through the bone and shattered it." AGHHHH!!!!!!!!! So, here I am, approximately three hours after getting this call, waiting for news of the outcome of my mother. She spent about six hours this morning in the ER, followed by so far 4 1/2 hours at Florida Hospital, waiting to see the surgeon that put the rod in her arm. Apparently, he's supposed to fix it. Which means emergency surgery, likely today or tomorrow....and surely at least a day or so in the hospital recovering... It's now just a waiting game - I'm waiting for her or my stepfather to call me and tell me the outcome and where she'll land her feet for the day....
I hope this is number three. I don't think I can take much more than this.
