February Made Me Shiver...Bad News On The Doorstep, I Couldn't Take One More Step

I got fired today.

I've never been fired before, so really I don't know how one is supposed to act in this sort of situation. I mean, the money I made could best have been summed up in "so and so measly dollars" and to be completely honest,  the job wasn't my thing. I'm not saying that because I'm all "I got fired so OF COURSE I hated it." No, I didn't like it it because it was a crappy job. I mean, I got called a liar and received death threats.

So getting canned was a good thing.

But I'm scared, you see that this is a sign of things to come. It's the beginning of February, and February is my Bad Month. Twitter tells me that everyone has a Bad Month, and this is mine. The bad things range in severity from:

I gain 5 pounds <-> my family gets plague <-> my best friend dies <-> my infant daughter has to have brain surgery.

As the years go by, the severity of The Suck has only gotten more dramatic and to be honest, I was kind of hoping that this year, I could maybe medicate myself into a coma from January's end until March 1. But that's kinda not feasible since I do have responsibilities besides sleeping and drooling (sadly).

So while I'm not exactly sad about being fired, I'm nervous that this is the beginning of something more foreboding. It's magical thinking of the worst variety, I know, but I can't help it. Every time a door slams, every time one of the kids sneezes, I wonder, is this the way it ends? Is this how it happens? What's going to happen now?

It doesn't help that I have some residual post traumatic stress disorder left over from my daughter's birth last year. Anyone who gives birth to a very sick child without having any idea that their child is very sick is bound to suffer some ill effects. Any way you slice it, brain surgery just isn't very funny.

And just a couple of weeks ago, the plane I was on nearly crashed. If that doesn't shake you up, I don't know what will. Certainly, with the exception of my friend's death, everything that happens is a near-miss and I know that it can't possibly have any relation to the calendar. Can it? I'm not so sure.

Statistically speaking, more Americans die during the cold months than at any other time of year.

Per the US National Center for Health Statistics for 2001-2007, on average 7,200 Americans die each day during the months of December, January, February and March, compared to the average 6,400 who die daily during the rest of the year. Which says plenty about the WINTER months, but nothing about February specifically.

So maybe it is just me. And maybe it's just in my head. Maybe March 1 will roll around and I'll come back here and have to hang my head and say, "You know what? Skirt! I was WRONG. February was a piece of cake!"

Please, February, prove me wrong.

Do you have a Bad Month?