Bad luck???

Is there such a thing as bad luck? I’d say it depends on the mind. As for me, such nonsense has no place. The luckiest are usually the ones who are born good-looking, talented, and, or, of money. Bah, who needs money anyway, and while it’s true that it helps more to have than to have not, it is not all. Now, for the record, I love money. Isn’t that quite something for contradictions? All is against us right now, my thought process is limited by the scarcity of time left (roughly less than a few minutes) to structure my ideas in any meaningful light. But why did I start with such a gullible question? Well, Isabel went to the hospital –nine weeks pregnant by now –to find out why a doctor gave her antibiotics now that she is expecting. She drank three pills of a bottle that clearly stated: “Do not use if pregnant, or possibly pregnant.” A huge argument ensued a couple of days ago when I asked her why had the doctor given her and without question she went to the pharmacy and without as much as a worry drank the first pill. She started bleeding. I had asked her what was that medicine she was taken way before she took it and she had said that I didn’t know as much as a doctor to question the medicament. Well, that was the end of the conversation but when she told me late in the afternoon that she had pissed blood, I immediately checked the label on the bottle of pills. I was, to say the least, furious. I refused to go to the hospital with her even. My reason for doing so is that she had taken all the steps to climb aboard where she found herself now all alone and now she wanted me to be part of it? It is horrible and it’s also a sign, I guess, of how messy things can get with this girl at times. Well, gotta go for now.