So, I’ve heard that bad things come in 3s. I think I am there.
About a month ago, my dog started getting sick. He has some random auto-immune disease and super high temperatures numous times. I have spent more money than I care to admit, and he is still looking depressed and sick.
A week and half ago, I got rear ended while sitting at a red light. Luckily, they have already fixed Casey’s SUV I was driving, and the girl’s insurance is paying for me to go to the chiropractor since my back is still hurting.
Ok so today, I must’ve hit my 3rd (let’s hope). I fell down my trailer stairs onto the ground and twisted my ankle. The child walking with me just looked down at me on the ground and asked if I was ok. I jumped up, dusted myself off and quickly said yes. Now, I am sitting with my ankle up and icing it.
Please think about me and hope these are my 3, and my days will start looking up.