Long streak...

It seems that I've fallen into a good, long streak of bad luck. I've been taken off my second client at work and I've been unable to make contact with my first client to set up work days. Furthermore, when I do finally get some hours, somehow I always end up sick or hurting myself. Volunteer hours go great, though. Sort of.

I'd volunteered to help at the TURN booth at the Renaissance Faire. I got to dress up and all that fun stuff.
So I went to the Renaissance Faire, right? And earlier that morning, I'd just cashed my paycheck so I could put gas in my truck. Since I had to change into my costume (because I'm working a booth,) I put the rest of the money in my pants pocket, I put on the floor of my truck, out of sight. I locked the doors, but my truck's a bit old, and if you don't keep the handle lifted while you shut it, it doesn't lock. I must've forgotten that...
So anyway, I come back (less than an hour later) to find the drivers' side door unlocked and no money in my jeans pocket. I do the predictable thing - I freak out.


Later, however, I found the money - rather far from where I left it, underneath the passenger seat. I was relieved, if still tremendously shaken. I think maybe I came back at an opportune time and interrupted someone...

And then, my latest misfortune came in the form of a trampoline. Which normally, I'm quite good at. I've never ever hurt myself on a trampoline. But, alas, it seems there is a first time for everything. Monday we had a barbecue to celebrate Jeremy's birthday and Haylee's homecoming. Becky and I decided to bounce on the trampoline. I must have landed funny or something, because the next thing I know, there's pain shooting up my back and my neck and I can't move my head. Sharon (who is a nurse) felt it and said that I'd knocked two vertebrae out of line. Ouch.

So I spent the rest of the night on the couch, flat out, not moving. Yesterday was a bit better. I could at least get up and around. But then I had staff meeting last night - I had to go. So... I drove to staff meeting. Which turned out to be a humongous mistake, because all that turning my head around and yanking on the steering wheel (I don't have power steering) just about killed me.

Therefore, I've spent my day today flat out in bed with an ice-pack under my neck. I have a chiropractor's appointment tomorrow, but I'm $20 short, and no one here has it to loan it to me. I work every day next week, starting Saturday. I have to work tomorrow, too. I just don't know what I'm gonna do if I can't get over this right quick. If just driving puts me all out of sorts, I'm pretty much screwed next week. But if I don't work...

I very much dislike Catch-22 situations. Now I think I need to re-fill my ice pack and get some lunch before going back to napping.


Looking forward to a better future...
--Anna Grace