A Week with Murphy
am losing it… Why, you ask? Well, I've been keeping it
together pretty well, all things considered, but that was before
I got this cold, which seemed to cumulate yesterday with me
being unable to breathe through my nose no matter how many
Sudafed I took and how much nose spray I used.
Some weeks seem destined to be catastrophic.
Murphy's Law kicks in and anything that can go wrong does. I
seem to be attracting Murphy incidents this week like black
pants attract cat hair.
Last week I found the refrigerator leaking
again. I only pray I caught it soon enough this time to prevent
the floor from buckling. I called the appliance repair service
but they were closed on the weekend, of course, so I left a
Meanwhile, my daughter called from the hospital
where she has had surgery twice this week. Her blood pressure is
too low, she says. She was supposed to leave the hospital and
move to inpatient rehab today, but she was too sick and
nauseated, apparently because they overdosed her on laxatives.
Honey decided to get some carry-out soup for
supper since we were both sick. However, his car broke down and
he could only drive 30 mph. I didn't think it was safe for him
to drive home as it might quit completely where he could not get
off the road. So, I got dressed and went after him. We left his
car parked on the Wal-Mart parking lot overnight until he could
get it towed to the repair shop the next morning.
At the repair shop the next day, they gave him a
loaner to drive, a tiny yellow car like a clown car. I kept
feeling like it would buck up on the back wheels like those
little cars at the circus. Guess I should not complain since it
was free transportation. On the way home, we were stopped by
police because the headlights were not on. Whoops, forgot they
are not automatic on a clown car.
As if the refrigerator catastrophe was not
enough, the plumbing decided to act out too. The shower is
making a banging pipes noise. It has been going on for a while,
but I've not had time to get it taken care of. Now it is so bad
that I have to do something. I'm afraid it will shake the pipes
loose and cause them to leak, if it has not already.
My stuffy head is hurting from lack of oxygen,
but Tennessee has passed a crazy law that you can't get enough
Sudafed to take even one pill a day. I will soon run out and
can't get more for a year. Forget about being able to breathe…
thanks to the governor and legislature who think people only buy
Sudafed to make meth, not because they are sick and need
I forgot to mention that I broke the vacuum
cleaner too. I accidently threw away the cloth bag that holds
the disposable paper bag. Who knew there were two bags? Okay, I
knew, but forgot. Murphy's Law, no doubt. The old guy at the
vacuum repair shop will let us know if he can get a new bag for
I thought that everything that could happen had
happened… until my car had a flat tire. Since I have run-flat
tires (Thank God, not Murphy.), I drove it to the dealership to
get it fixed. I thought it only needed nitrogen as I had been
getting “low tire pressure” messages on the dash, but the
tire had a nail in the side, damage that cannot be repaired.
Also, one of the front tires had low tread, so I now I have to
buy at least two new tires.
I know what you are thinking. These are all
minor everyday problems that can be fixed. Things could be
worse. My fear is that if Murphy finds out things can be worse
that they will be.