Waiting for the Third Bad Thing
I’m not really such a fatalist, but I have heard that bad things come in threes. As you know, Gockle broke his collarbone last night. That’s #1. Here’s #2.
It’s around 10:00 p.m. on Tuesday night. Hunter emerges from the basement where he has been weightlifting.
Hunter: Mom, I was lifting, and I got this sharp pain right here. (Points to back of head)
Teacherperson: (Not usually given to panic) Thinks, “Brain aneurysm! Brain aneurysm!” Huh, I wonder if you have a sinus headache. Why don’t you take an Advil and your allergy medicine and go to bed?
It’s around 10:00 p.m. on Wednesday night. Hunter emerges from the basement where he has been weightlifting.
Hunter: Mom, I got that sharp pain again.
Teacherperson: Thinks, “He’s gonna die! He’s going to drop dead right in front of me with a ruptured artery in his brain!” I think you’d better not lift anymore tonight. I’ll call the doctor tomorrow to see what it is. Is your vision okay?
Hunter: Yeah. Wanders off to IM someone.
2:35 a.m. Teacherperson is wide awake imagining Hunter needing emergency brain surgery the next day. Thinks he might be dead in his bed that moment. Goes to his room and pokes him until he grunts and rolls over.
Thursday morning
Hunter goes to the doctor and discovers he’s pulled a muscle in his skull. He’s sprained his brain!
Hunter is bummed that he can’t do any heavy lifting for the next few weeks, as he has been on a good weight training routine. Teacherperson is also sorry because her Sonlight order arrived today and the boxes were heavy. (She is also glad that this injury is not life-threatening and should heal just fine on its own.)
Do your “bad things” come in threes? How about your sneezes? (Mine do!)







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