I’m not sure when this current run of bad luck started. It’s hard to pinpoint since I’m not a lucky person historically (or at casinos). But when it comes to unfortunate, this year is pulling out all the stops.

My mom died in January, so that could be colouring my impressions re bad luck, but I suspect not. The broken tooth PTSD flare might also be skewing my views  but again, I consider it unlikely. I’m having a run of empirically bad luck. Grump-inducing issues keep arising.

My non-subjective problems have also decided to be expensive. What I wouldn’t give for a cheap, ingrown toenail. Knock on wood, of course.

Starting with next week’s car transmission repair and working backwards, we have tomorrow when the nice furnace repair people will show up to fix the furnace that stopped working and scarily overheated yesterday.

It’s not a good time when you smell burning wood in the furnace room. It’s turned off as of yesterday. I don’t play around with natural gas.

Unfortunately, houses cool down quickly. Lots of space. Luckily, I have robes and a cat. She’s very warm. Assuming I can catch her. She’s been sick, and is still spending much time underneath the bed. It’s a worry, and an expense. Vets aren’t cheap. My April visits to them could find a week at an all-inclusive.

At least the run of bad luck is getting me bonus points on my credit card. Just kidding, bonus points are the Miss Congenialities of the financial world. Lower interest rates would be better.

This will be a different repair company from the one that showed up two weeks back to diagnose my malfunctioning washer. Fixing it was going to cost only slightly less than buying new, however, and since I’ve decided to sell my house and move, new and warrantied appliances was the better choice. Still, kaching.

And kaching again when my computer stopped working last week. Malware, despite the money spent on antivirus and cleaner programs, so I took it in. I was set to pick it up yesterday, but London Drugs got hacked by ransomware – irony – and they’re now closed until they fix things.

“I don’t like writing on my tablet or phone,” she said in privilege.

Echoes of privilege in my whining about the garage door opener that also failed about two weeks ago. When bad luck rolls in, money exits the chat.

How come money never rolls in with stress and scarcity leaving the chat? Because in addition to being cold, I have another toothache, a dentist appointment on Wednesday, and still no dental coverage. No one will have me. Insurance companies prefer those less likely to use their services.

“Thank god I had to replace the dishwasher and fridge last fall,” she said with a tone

Now would be a good time for one of those feel-good, lottery win stories. Buying a ticket would make that eventuality more likely, but I’ve entered a state of permanent frazzle, and not much happens here beyond lateral movement. My tidy game is currently lit.

But if I lose another tooth, it’s going under my pillow for the Bitcoin fairy. She needs to be a thing. And a retroactive one at .

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