Amayzine

The advantages of a jinx

Let me get straight to the point (not literally please. I just got a new house): I am a jinx. And no, not the kind that lives by the motto ’broken pieces bring luck’ or ends up stepping on a Lego block with her fuzzy little feet every day. This is the real deal. Not a sweet little gray sparrow, but the ostrich among the jinxes, so to speak.

Let me take you back to September last year, when I was forever dubbed a jinx in Ibiza. I was there for a birthday, so with a large group. The first morning in Ibiza, I was pretty much the only one who wasn't ’still drunk’ from the night before, and after a lovely breakfast, I was ready steady for the beach. I walked towards the sea, heard complaints behind me about a hangover (which I luckily didn't have, HA)... CRACK. I twisted my ankle. And not just twisted; I had a torn ligament. After spending about eight hours in the hospital, I was sent back to my hotel with crutches and a bed rest-and-no-walking story. You would think it couldn't get worse... Well, it did, once back at the hotel, I got caught on such a cozy Spanish tile with my crutch and tore the other side of my ligament as well. With the weather forecast of 99% chance of rain, I was sure: I’m flying home. And. right. now.

So let's summarize everything that has gone wrong since the Ibiza moment:

  • September ’16: The torn-ligament story begins.
  • September ’17: I say goodbye to my physio AND torn ligament.
  • September ’17: I decide not to say goodbye to my physio... I have the ??carpal tunnel syndrome??
  • October ’17: I have braces.
  • October ’17: I can't chew (braces) and can't swallow (throat infection).
  • October ’17: I have normal arms again.
  • December ’17: I say goodbye to my physio, yes really.
  • December ’17: I buy a house
  • December ’17: MY BRACES CAN COME OUT!!
  • December ’17: I have a jaw clamp..

2017 was just not my year. 2018, I'm looking forward to you!

  • January ’18: Oh no, this is really not my year. I had a car accident, including a totaled car and rib cage. Bruised ribs. #happynewyear
  • January ’18: I'm moving. (I have to pack my house, how? I can't even tie my shoelaces.)
  • February ’18: I really have to get out of my house now, guys. I need to do some renovations and stuff..
  • February ’18: I HAVE A COLD SORE!! (For the first time in my life.)

A jinx. Some are it from birth, others suddenly become it in Ibiza. And whether you are a sparrow or an ostrich, after about a year and a half of bad luck along the way, I have discovered (how shitty it may be) that having bad luck also has quite a few advantages.

  • You learn to ask for help and to say no. And believe me, that's really not easy.
  • You see the sweetest people around you (you know, that colleague who picks you up every day, hops along with you, and gets coffee for you; yes really, they exist) and a boyfriend who suddenly understands the washing machine..
  • The physio. Or your personal trainer...
  • Bed rest: you've never been so rested. Bye bags under the eyes.
  • Appreciation. You only realize what you miss when you suddenly no longer have and/or can do it.
  • You are home more, and spend less money: online shopping it is!
  • The perfect excuse to buy something for yourself: HELLO, you're just a little pathetic for a moment, yes.