I used to hold a strong belief that my good luck is often followed by bad luck. Sporadic good luck that is then met with an immediate wave of bad luck.
I was supposed to have a perfect week. Academically, at least, at my GP posting. The last four days went really well. So well in fact I started to have hope. I made a friend. I was sleeping on time every night. Our assigned doctors were pretty great, as it turns out. I even got to take my booster dose at the very clinic that we were assigned to, due to swift action from our doctor (bless her).
Today, the last day was supposed to go even better. A good 9-4 shift that ends with an outing at the local mall. Everything planned out. Then the unexpected occurs. She can't make it due to personal reasons and was taking the day off to tend to her friend. I got the message from her at one in the morning. Why was I awake you ask? I was woken up by a raging fever (booster induced) that hasn't subsided for the past two and a half hours. I don't know if I'll even wake up in time. And I have to go by myself because of course I have to.
It's too late to ask anyone for help. I don't want to wake my housemate up either because I don't rely on him as I used to. I'll probably drown in my own sweat by sun rise.
So, like I mentioned. I had a strong belief that luck operated like on a high tide- low tide basis. Turns out it follows more of a Murphy's law pattern (What ever can happen, will happen). I hate the laws of nature so much right now.
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