Tomorrow's my birthday. But... not a normal one. It's one ending in '4'.
Although I don't remember my 4th birthday, all others have been the -worst- birthdays I ever had. For example, on my 14th, I was recovering from surgery still in pain, off school and at home feeling dreadful. My -whole- family forgot it was my birthday until at dinner I started crying. My mama asked what was wrong. It was just silent tears, but she noticed despite the little bastards we were foster caring at the time. I said simply 'Do you know what today is?' She just looked blankly at me. I said, 'Happy birthday to me' and then burst into tears. Her look of horror was enough. She felt so badly. She immediately called my dad who was working late (and tried to hide making the call from me) and told him to get a cake on the way home. It was a store-bought number and tasted of despair. I don't even think I had a piece. They didn't even have a card to give me in the house. Hmm... maybe that's why I am always buying cards...?
jessie_pup is always laughing because I have at -least- 3 boxes to choose from at any given time. No gift. Nothing. Anyway... that was pretty traumatic at 14. Plus it was my first birthday since my sister had been born. So, I really had hoped that would be my worst birthday ever, but then came 24.
I had gotten a new job as a PA to a Managing Director at this fabric company. It was a shitty little place. They expected me to cope without a computer. Hmph. Anyway, 3 weeks into my new job and I was already starting to wonder what the hell I was doing in this hole, but it was a job, right? Well,
jessie_pup had gotten glandular fever (mono) and being the kind soul he is, he shared it with me. So, I was really ill and my doctor told me to stay home, in bed with my just-as-ill husband. He gave me a sick note for a week, which I forwarded onto the company. I'd already spoken with my boss and he seemed understanding. Well, until on my birthday - yeah, the 24th - I got a call. I dragged my feverish bones to the phone and answered. It was the agency that put me forward for the job telling me the company'd fired me. So, -perfect-! Ill and fired. Brilliant. Neither
jessie_pup nor myself were in any shape to get cake or celebrate, so we slept all day and watched telly and I cried because I'd never been fired before. Plus, by -them-!? Ha! In hindsight, they saved me wasting my time there, but to do it on my birthday? Heartless bastards.
So, excuse me if I approach this number 34 with -some- trepidation. Don't mind me if I don't seem exactly festive. I'm on my guard. I'm just hoping no one dies. Actually, a friend's grandfather is being laid to rest on Saturday, so I hope that's as bad as it gets. *bites lip nervously* Is there any way to just fast forward it?
Having said that, it's already better. I have a lovely "ironic" pink Nintendo DS and a lovely selection of games from
jessie_pup and am recovering from an ear infection, so hopefully no illness will strike anew. *fingers crossed*