Yes, that is really how I described, rather melodramatically, the feeling of proclaiming good news too loudly. How in the world did I get to be so superstitious? As if drawing attention to good fortune were an open invitation to rain giant golf balls of crap down on our heads?
I can completely see how strange behaviors and irrational beliefs start to become the stuff of everyday life. It's like we're living in our own little Skinner box
. Didn't pack a suitcase to have in the trunk, just in case, for a clinic visit? Annika spikes a fever right as we walk into the examining room. Ask to have an I.V. removed because it's bothering her and she doesn't seem to need it anymore? Suddenly a few new intravenous medicines will be necessary. Celebrating good insurance news and apparent good health? Time for another bleed!
So there it is. The news from our little rat maze: Annika started bleeding again this afternoon. Jörg is with her at the E.R. I'm packing and arranging care for Frankie. Annika is in excellent spirits.