illness – Mark Petruska

An Ill Wind Blows

When it rains, it pours. So naturally, after I was released from the hospital, I ended up catching The Cold From Hell. I could blame Tara, though it’s not really her fault. When she climbed into my hospital bed on New Year’s Eve and we started making out like a couple of lovestruck teenagers, she didn’tContinue reading “An Ill Wind Blows”

And To Think I Was Worried About a Stubbed Toe

I never used to believe in jinxes. I mean, I wrote this nice, long post on Fate, a concept I wholeheartedly endorse. And so I figured, if Fate is in control and destiny is already lined up, then you can’t jinx what was meant to be the final outcome all along. Right? It sounds greatContinue reading “And To Think I Was Worried About a Stubbed Toe”