I’d like to thank my friend for her suggested post title, as my original title was:

When it rains, it pours, and the roof leaks and the basement floods, and mold grows, and an electrical fire starts, and when heading down the stairs to clean up, you fall and break your leg, and then a spider crawls on you, and you have to lie there until someone notices you’re missing.

In case you couldn’t tell, this post will be a bit woe-is-me.

I’ve been dealing with pain that increased to the point that I ended up in the ER and found out I have a hernia. Awesome!  The best part is that though one of my organs is literally trying to escape, it’s not deemed an emergency so I need to wait to get a day patient surgery spot without taking anything for the pain and accompanied exhaustion.

A hernia is bad enough, but today just so happens to be my birthday, and while I’m over bemoaning the ravages of time, my body has clearly decided celebrations are not in order.

Apparently hernias happen in only 3% of women, usually from pregnancy or c sections (thanks, girls!!) I don’t know what about me insists on being a medical oddity  (only 1% of twins are mono mono), but why can’t those odds swing in my favour for winning the lottery?!

I definitely feel that though this isn’t the biggest deal, it’s like the straw that broke the camel’s back. Really, universe, I needed ONE more thing to deal with?! REALLY??!

Uhh. OK,  rant done. I’m heading over to Etsy now.