Bad Luck Comes in Threes, Right?

When I landed on the floor of a restaurant with a BANG a couple of weeks ago, I breathed a sigh of relief. That had to be the last accident, right? It was the third time in three weeks I’d had very bad luck. I remembered that age-old superstition.

Bad luck comes in threes.

#1.  It all started after I cleaned the basement. A flash of light glinted off a strand of hair. When the flash became a lightning strike and all of my hair was swept back in a ponytail, I freaked out. I could see the bright white crackle of a line in the waning afternoon light. While driving to Urgent Care, the darkness around me made the strike even brighter. What could be happening?

lightning-over-water

I knew a little about torn retinas. They were emergency room-worthy. I have a blind mother. I didn’t want to lose my eyesight.

The nice man in reception and the nurse informed me the ER would have the equipment to make a diagnosis. They suspected some kind of tear. I freaked out. The last thing I wanted was more surgery.

Back in the car again. It was a slow night at the ER, thank God, and I was seen almost immediately. After the doctor looked into the back of my eye, he said, “You have a vitreous separation. It will heal on its own.” He recommended a specialist who said the same thing a few days later. People with astigmatism have football-shaped eyes. We’re more susceptible to tearing. Good to know.

Whew! Disaster averted. I still have a small lightning strike noticeable when driving at night, but it’s on the mend.

#2.  A week later, I was cutting the heel of a crusty loaf of bread. You know where this is going.

Yep. I sliced my finger with a serrated blade. It didn’t hurt but bled like crazy. After a quick internet search, I let out a sigh knowing I’d have to go back to Urgent Care.

bread cutting

When I walked inside, the same man worked reception. “Hey, I remember you from last week.”

“Yep.” I hoped my trouble would end, but you know, threes.

After four quick stitches, I drove home and prepared for Thanksgiving. It was awkward to cook and clean with a bandage on my index finger. It had to be changed everytime it got wet. I survived.

#3.  That Friday, My family headed up to the mountains to ski. Conditions being pre-season and icy, we decided to eat brunch before taking the gondola. It was sixty degrees and sunny while walking from the car to a busy restaurant.

I followed the host to the table and my ski boot hit something super slippery. I swore the floor was wet. Just like when I broke my wrist, I fell in slow motion. First, I worried about my knee. Then I was afraid I’d smash my cell phone held tight in my left hand. I smacked the ground with that hand, then my hip. The rest of me followed with a thwump.

falling down

For a moment a hush fell inside the noisy restaurant. I was afraid to move. My ring finger stung and so did my hip. The manager rushed to my side.

“Your floor must be wet,” I said, and then looked. It was totally dry. As I pulled my feet underneath me, I slipped again and hit my head on the table in front of me. My cheeks heated up. I looked at the floors. Tile. Slippery tile. The manager rushed toward me, helped me up, and made sure I made it to my table. I grew up ice skating, but not in ski boots.

“I must have missed your sign about not wearing ski boots inside,” I said to him. It’s not uncommon to see warnings in ski towns.

“No, we don’t have one,” he said. “I’ve been meaning to post one on the door.”

Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.

Once safely at the table, I looked at my ring finger. It had turned black!

“Oh, no! There’s no way, I’m going to Urgent Care again. If it’s broken I’ll make a splint and tough it out.”

My son, Kelly thought it had dislocated on impact. I figured with my back luck of threes, I had probably broken a bone.

After excellent service (ahem) and a great meal, we drove to the gondola parking lot. My daughter, Courtney, found a purple crayon to use as a splint. It had probably been in the seat pocket since they were in middle school. I taped it up and skied without a problem.

A few hours later, I completely tightened up. I iced my finger and stretched out what seemed to be a pulled groin muscle. Sliding like Bambi in ski boots on a tile floor will do that.

The next morning I steeled myself as I stepped out of bed. Everything was fine! My finger looked bad but didn’t hurt. Kelly was right. I had only dislocated it.

The third accident was the charm. The bad luck of threes had ended. Yay! And just in time for Christmas preparations and card-making.

Avoiding another trip to Urgent Care, I clipped my stitches and pulled them out two days later. I vowed to be more careful with rustic bread and never to wear ski boots in restaurants. My eyes? Safety goggles, of course.

#4. How could there be a #4??? I should wear a helmet, like, all the time.

A few days later, I watched a squirrel slip through a broken tile on our roof and disappear. After a call to critter control and a brief inspection of our attic by an expert, I was told that something had scattered fiberglass across the narrow floor. Oh, no! He suggested sweeping it off to make sure.

squirrel

Later that day, I swept the puffs of yellow insulation back where they belonged. As I crept toward an eave, I struggled with the broom.

I stepped forward and speared my head with a roofing nail! It really stung. I barely bled, so I forgot about it… for a while.

Then I tried to remember the last tetanus shot I’d had. Was it in the last decade? I called around for my medical records and soon realized I was waaaay overdue.

I looked at the time. 5:00 on yet another Friday night! Would I make yet another trip to the Urgent Care? Oh, God! Why four? Why not threes????

Afraid another visit with the same staff would result in a trip to the psych ward for evaluation, I Googled Urgent Cares. I found another one close by.

In and out in a half an hour. Yes! 

It’s been several weeks and I’m holding steady at trouble coming in fours.

Why the number three?

Since pairs come up in nature, like two hands, two eyes, two feet, threes are considered abnormal or troublesome – Yahoo answers.

ABC’s summary of the number threes makes a lot of sense: People naturally seek patterns.

Until that third Friday, I hadn’t thought about threes. I mean, come on! The irony of the timing was hard to dismiss.

Running into the nail tossed the whole law of threes into oblivion. I have smacked my head so often, I have an indent on my forehead! I never saw that nail coming.

Bad Luck Comes in Threes, Right? My experience with the superstition! Self care, health, funny #life #lifestyle #funny #health #selfcare

Do you believe that bad things come in threes? Are you superstitious? When was the last time you allyooped in a restaurant?

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  1. What a story, and how unlucky have you been? Hopefully it’s all over now and you can avoid accidents and dangerous situations for while. I personally don’t believe in the old wives tale of things coming in threes, I think a lot of people look for things to prove the point. Stuff just happens at various times and we have to deal with it. That’s life.

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    1. I agree with you. I hadn’t even thought about it until that third mishap in three weeks! Then when I hit my head, I wanted to forget about it, but my pounding headache wouldn’t! I’ve got a few adventures on the horizon and hope I’m done for a long while with bad luck.
      Thanks for reading, Jonno!

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  2. Are you trying to become the Inspector Clouseau of Boulder? At least you should be solving some crimes while this is going on! I know an antique shop that has a good deal on a suit of armor. Just sayin’…

    Seriously, I had that same thing with the eyes. When taking the dogs out at night I’d see flashes of light in the far corner of my eye. And yes, it did heal itself.

    Be careful, Susie, we need out esteemed blog leader around!

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  3. I’ve always done “threes” thing. When I get to four I figure I’m starting another set;-)
    In my humble opinion your 3rd incident didn’t count because you did go to the urgent care centre. Hence, the nail incident. Three visits to the white coats. It’s over now…

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  4. Usually, it is threes but that number 4 tends to sneak in there every so often. Three people with a close connection died recently but there was a 4th – a singer I had liked. So sometimes it comes in fours. should be okay for a while now.

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  5. We are not born to suffer, we are born to overcome’ Susie, I have never been one for making notches or acknowledging the existence of ‘Luck’ bad or good.

    Helen Keller Wrote: “The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart”.

    Helen Also wrote for you for us: “All the world is full of suffering, it is also full of overcoming it.”

    Helen Keller: “Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousands of miles and all the years you have lived.”

    Pick your head and your heart both up, and keep them up.

    Also to mention, one must ponder upon: ‘Is this astigmatism (eye shape) a given factor for why we see things others do not see? Ghost’ apparition’ waning in and then out, appearing then dissipating in gentle hot summer breezes?’ I am slowly losing my hearing, the decades of music has been grand, but as I so love to write and pose, should I lose my sight, I shall learn and write / journal in Braille, if I fail to lean to, then I shall purchase a grand Origin and open a skating rink.

    ‘Never should we take for granted our collective senses. The softness of lips and cherished kisses upon them, the laughter of little children, the beauty of vast prairies fully carpeted with hues of wild flowers under vivid blue skies. The touch of finger tip and thumb to soft peddles, and scent of fragrant rose, and the taste of chocolate. I truly believe that when we pass over, all of these senses shall be a 100 fold of what we experience here.

    ‘I so love winters rare mornings of vast covering of fresh fallen white snows, that crystalline hush, peering behind at virgin foot pints in early morning before all awake at early dawn, and the awe of such an experience which awes the heart with wonderment.

    Hugs Susie…

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  6. If you are prone to cutting your fingers off, you can always just bite off a chunk of bread and pass it around the table like the Viking women did. Hay! They’re close family.

    … And I think you would look lovely wearing a 1920s’ brown leather University football helmet around everywhere you go.

    …Ass for slipping on wet slippery tile floors, ouch. You must be very, very limber… or bounce well.

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  7. Gosh, hope your string of bad luck is over. Good to know about the astigmatism thing. I’ll need to remember that. Here’s to life just a little less ‘wild’.

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  8. Oh, no Susie! I hope you are done at 4 and aren’t going for a double threes! Yes, I definitely believe in the whole 3’s thing. Last August I fell on a backpacking trip and dislocated/crushed my shoulder. Two weeks later, my sister’s sister-in-law did it tripping over a dog leash. A few weeks after that, a coworker did it tripping over a suitcase in her bedroom!!!

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  9. I’ve heard that people die in threes but I haven’t heard about the bad luck! But, if you think about it, that’s really the same thing!

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  10. LOL. I’m so superstitious. At one of my old jobs, I had to walk under a ladder & it was the worst. I broke a mirror and really did have 7 years of bad luck. (Not really, I just made poor life choices for 7 years.)

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  11. Big believer in the “power of threes.” Bad stuff always seems to come my way that way. Yet, I am not otherwise into superstitions. I have also never allyooped in a restaurant…but I did see an unfortunate server take a flyer courtesy of trying to carry a tray full of glasses…which came crashing to the floor nearby. I can report there were no injuries…aside from those glasses, of course. More than three of them suffered bad luck that day!

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  12. Mixed Nuts’,

    ‘Squirrels, one summer morning I got a visitor at the back door, peering out there was a little squirrel rummaging around the fallen husked bird seeds, so I place out a couple of raw almonds, I did this for several days, when one morning I heard a ruckuses out back and in the front yard. There well over 15 squirrels leaping off the Flower trellised against the house, and running chasing each other up the huge cherry tree, I looked out the rear glass door, and all 30 wee eyes fell upon me, she, the little squirrel was perched upon a cottonwood tree branch arms folded under chin leaning sprawled out on her tummy, huge loving eyes gazing intently upon me. I tossed out a cup of mixed nuts. And then had to quick the feedings as more were accumulating. It’s a good thing we don’t have any local bears. Although one morning I was quite shocked to see a family of deer had make their way meander through the neighborhood to our back yard and we nibbling my garden greens and shoots. I suppose if you open your heart to all they will feel safe and come. or is that sometimes they just know. I mean out of the man hundreds of backyards to come find, here they were.

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    1. They probably do know!
      My sister and I fed a squirrel on our windowsill in a house we rented back in Madison. We lost interest, but the squirrel didn’t. One day we looked at the sill, and it had been completely destroyed. He was trying to get inside the house!!!
      I fed the birds last year and had to stop when the pole the feeder hung from was bent by raccoons. The full contents of the feeder would be all over the ground. This brought in the squirrels. Since this was in Roxy’s part of the yard, she got fleas from chasing them away! I finally had to stop feeding the birds. I went to the local wild bird center with my problem and the guy suggested running a wire from two branches. Squirrels can’t run on super lightweight wire and raccoons can’t reach. I don’t want the wire to obstruct my view, but my mom suggested high test fishing line. It might look cool like it’s floating out there. Ha!

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  13.     There was an episode of Twilight Zone where a street peddler told the customer what object “they needed”. It would always seem to be odd and not apparently useful, but it always turned out to be the perfect thing for a serendipitous event. I don’t remember exactly but it would be something like: the peddler would say, “you need this screw driver.” And then they’d get stuck in an elevator and it would be the perfect tool to open a panel. The main protagonist of the story quickly realized that the peddler had some kind of magic power and kept coming back, making a real pest of himself, and kept saying, “What do I need today?” And though becoming increasingly annoyed, sold him stuff: a paper clip, a piece of rope, a pen etc.(you could think of scenarios where those objects would be helpful in an emergency). Finally, the customer came back one last time and said, “what do I need?” The Peddler said,”You need to buy these shoes.”
        “These shoes? Are you sure?”
        “Yes, put them on.”
        He walked a few steps on the sidewalk, slipped and fell into oncoming traffic, and died.
        The Camera focuses on the Peddler and he says to the viewers, “That’s not what HE needs, that’s what I need.
        In your case, you needed sky boots in order to get the restaurant owner to put up a sign saying “no ski boots.” The guy in the emergency room needed you for some reason. I guess your magic vendors are working the story backwards. It has something to do with karma and confirmation bias except that for you it’s 4. Next time the peddler or merchant says, “You need this,” say “I need rest”. And go to a race track or gambling casino and say as in tradition: “Baby needs a new pair of shoes,” and roll the dice, but wear a helmet because Chicken Little will say the ceiling will fall. Sky’s the limit.

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    1. Whoa! That pest met his fate, so was it bad luck or did the peddler really have magic powers? I wasn’t much of a pest that day, just kissed the sky before faceplanting. It really hurt, but I lived to tell the tale of bad luck coming in FOURS. HA!
      Thanks for the intriguing comment, Doug and for sharing!!!

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      1. Oh sorry, I guess I didn’t make clear what I saw. It does at first blush seem irrelevant.
        RE: THIS QUOTE —
        [    I grew up ice skating, but not in ski boots.
            “I must have missed your sign about not wearing ski boots inside,” I said to him. It’s not uncommon to see warnings in ski towns.
        ]

        In the first sentence, you lay out the excuse: I’m an ice skater; what do I know — somebody should put up a sign for me that warns “Don’t wear ski boots.”

        But then you say that warning signs are not uncommon, so that means that you knew that ski boots would be slippery. But somehow your subconscious was thinking, “I’m just a little innocent Ice Skater at heart and so “they should warn me and why should I have to know — THEY SHOULD DO THEIR JOB FOR THE CHILDREN’S SAKE. I’m not going to do their job for them. Let them warn me or I’ll pout.”

        So the subconscious “peddler” sold you on the idea of marching into the restaurant with your boots on because “why should I have to know it’s dangerous — I’m a skater.”

        It very fortunate that things turned out OK and you didn’t grow up to be a “Cowboy who dies with his boots on.”

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