If it weren't for bad luck...
... I'd have no luck at all.

I went down to Fort Wayne on Saturday to run a couple of rounds of Living Force for an upcoming con (Midwest Madness). We had a couple of wonderful rounds, the weather was clear and all in all it was terrific.

Unfortunately, on the drive back I drove over something that made a metallic thump on the underside of my car, and when I got home and parked gasoline flooded out from under my poor, ancient minivan. Okay, fine, I can handle this, I figured. One more minor disaster, but it's okay... After a nightmare-ridden night of very little sleep, I figured I could have the car towed to my mechanic on Sunday. I've taken the bus to and from work before, and while there's a couple of moderately long walks (a couple of blocks) I can do it while I wait for the car to be fixed.

And then, heading out for a last trip to unload things from the car, my body decided to go out on the porch without my feet. I fell all tangled in the storm door, left leg, right leg and right ankle all headed in different directions.

The pain is spectacular. $235 worth of Redi-Care and x-rays later, I have strained ligaments and bruises -- and the x-rays show that my right knee is pretty much completely shot, while osteoarthritis is encroaching on the left. I need a knee replacement -- soon -- on the right, and surgery on the left to slow the damage.

And no health insurance.

Silly me... I thought after I lost Living Force and my staff all immediately embraced the new management, things couldn't get worse. I should have known better.

I can hardly wait for the next disaster...