This is an old and kind of gross story, but it’s necessary for the rest of the post, which is about luck. Here goes:
Once upon a time when Will and I started dating, he was driving this old Nissan pickup truck. Somehow, some way, when he was on his way to my house late one night, he ran over a bit of roadkill – a dog – and it got stuck under his truck on something called a leaf spring (I don’t do mechanical stuff, so I had to take his word for it). Basically as he explained it to me, the corpse got impaled on this bit of metal under his chassis and he started dragging it around. I guess the best part of this was A) that he wasn’t the one that actually hit and killed the dog, and B) it was winter, so odors were knocked back considerably.
Poor Will drove around for days with this thing dragging behind his truck. People on the interstate were beeping and rudely gesturing to him – à la National Lampoon’s Vacation. He was pretty traumatized by the whole thing, and just wanted it to hurry up and fall off. I caught a glimpse of it at one point, and it didn’t even resemble a dog anymore -more like furry ribbons. Finally, he had enough and decided he would have to put on some gloves and try to remove this thing. As he drove his truck up onto a curb so that he could better get underneath for the extraction, it sort of pinched off and that was that.
But that became a metaphor for those random streams of bad luck: dead dog luck. It was a one in a million shot.
We’re kind of having some dead dog luck now. While Will got his new job – sure – in the last 2 weeks our household has endured a rather ridiculous string of bad luck: I got that UTI, the AC went out, Stella got strep throat, Stella got a sinus infection, Felix got an ear infection, I have some sort of awful sinus cold thing, Will has some kind of sinus cold thing, Felix may be catching the awful sinus cold thing. The resulting copays and prescription costs from the kids alone has been absurd. Last Thursday, Will took Stella to to the doc in the morning and Felix in the afternoon. Stella got a shot and a prescription, Felix got a prescription. We need a punch card for that place.
I know we’ve been really lucky, but we’ve always been the family that never got sick. Now we can’t all get healthy. It’s dead dog luck. It’s not calamitous. It’s just draining and inconvenient. It makes normal functioning – doing things like cooking dinner and putting kids to bed – feel that much more impossible. Last night I nuked some chicken fries for my kids along with couscous and watermelon. I just couldn’t manage dinner. I had a can of soup.
Here’s hoping this is the last of it, and that by this coming weekend we’ll all be back to normal and can get back to having some fun.