I think I’m working off a past-life karmic debt

As you will recall, my wife had a seizure last week. It was the scariest moment of my life, but luckily she’s been okay since then and hasn’t had any other sort of issue (we see a neurologist in a couple of weeks, so cross your fingers for her). So, things had been looking up! I’d written a chapter on my novel, actually worked a complete 40 hour week, and no one else had suffered a calamity. Heck, we even managed to repaint the dining room!

Sadly, the good times didn’t last long. Saturday night, after getting home from work, I promptly started feeling bad (achy joints, throbbing head, that sort of thing), and when I eventually woke up Sunday I felt like a large vehicle had hit me going at considerable speed, and then backed up over me to make sure I got the point. Now, a day later, it all seems like a blur, and I barely remember anything. Today I felt better, thank the gods, and I think that I’m over whatever the hell it was. I suppose I should be thankful for small favors, eh?

Anyway, between my mother having a heart problem a month ago, and then my father-in-law, and then my wife, and now me, I have to wonder what I’ve done to deserve all this. I better have one hell of a summer coming…