Bed No. 7

That's one resolution down the drain. I managed to get myself in a messy situation again. Yesterday night I was rushed to the ER. Had plugs and wires attached to me, got the dreaded IV drip again,got an injection, got a blood test, had a xray, and wore the oxygen mask all in a matter of minutes. I don't want to go into details, but I collapsed because the muscles surrounding my left lung shut down and were pressuring it and so I had a hard time breathing.

While I was in the bed, I looked up and saw the number of the bed. It was my special number 7. It was like a sign saying "hello jinx!". What are the odds. I smiled under the mask and rolled my eyes.