LATELY I feel like I’m having a run of bad luck.
I’m pretty sure no black cats have crossed my path (because I would have stopped and patted it) and I’m careful enough not to walk under ladders.
But throughout this week and last week, things keep seem to going wrong.
First I dropped my iPhone on a tile floor and even though the glass screen didn’t shatter, the liquid crystals that sit behind the glass moved and a quarter of the screen went black.
People joke that Generation Y are too attached to their electronic devices and I personally do nothing to discourage this stereotype.
It was like losing an arm.
Pathetic, really.
But speaking of losing an arm, an old wrist injury came back to bite me last week as well.
On a trip to Melbourne last June to visit an old friend who’d moved there, I managed to fall out of a taxi and land on my outstretched wrist.
The next morning I did say to everyone ‘gee my wrist is pretty sore’ but put a compression bandage on it and got on with my shopping sprees.
It started getting sore last week so I went to the physio and apparently I could have tendon damage.
Seven months after the fact.
Now I’ve got to see a specialist who could do something called “cleaning it out”, which sounds absolutely horrific.
Then I went to get a wheel bearing on my car replaced (under the warranty so it would be free) and was told I need four new tyres as well.
There were reports of a blue ring octopus on a local beach on Tuesday but I didn’t want to take my chances.
Knowing my luck lately, I would have somehow fallen face-first onto that poisonous sea creature.
This bad luck seems to call for a safe week spent in bed.
Now all I have to do is get that past our editor.
