I have officially reached my limit for THINGS THAT CAN/WILL GO WRONG IN LESS THAN 7 DAYS.

Last Friday I wake up and find a lump under my right arm. I tell my OB at my appointment and she immediately sends me off to be scheduled for a breast ultrasound.

Ultrasound done Monday afternoon ... only to find out Tuesday that yes, there's something (not under my arm, but in my breast) that they want a second opinion for and so am now scheduled to see a general surgeon on this coming Wednesday (a week later). But, don't worry, says the nurse, they're not going to cut off your breast. Yes, thank you for clarifying that.

Tuesday after work my tire is flat. I attempt to fill the air in no less than 4 places. Each one was either in use, someone who pulled in right before me went for it, or it was out of order. I just went home and asked my husband to go put air in the stupid tire since I was apparently not destined to do it. (Oh, and it was like 10 degrees outside and snowing.) He calls and says the tire is completely flat and he's holding the stem in his hand. I grab his car and go pick him up.

Wednesday husband takes me to work because he's going to go take the tire off (which is sitting in a parking lot because it was undrivable and it was too hard to remove the spare tire in the cold) and go get a new one put on then come pick me up after work. That part goes well. However, my chair at work, which has been with me for 2+ years now, decides as I lean to the right to throw something away (like I've done a million times) that it would break one of the legs and send me tumbling to the ground. I of course have a complete break down at this point. It's already too much for me to handle. I file and incident report. Call my OB to make sure I don't have to do anything for the baby (cause I'm 3 months pregnant), and call my husband to let him know.

Thursday tire is fine, new chair at work, make plans on our vacation (which is rapidly approaching). Basically calm and all... until I go to drive home from work and my car starts making this awful sound whenever I turn the wheel. I'm trying to stay calm. I've got to go get an oil change anyway. I figure I'll just take it in on Friday and get it looked at. Probably a belt or low fluid or something.

Friday I take the car in to get it looked at. I get a call back from the repair shop. My power steering fluid system is leaking and the resivour is empty. It'll be $530 to fix it. And my world drops. I ask them to just put some fluid in and I'll take it to a dealership to see if there's something they can do since the repair shop said the dealerships have the part in stock so it's a known issue with the car.

Saturday, fluid leaks all over the driveway. Resivour is empty after only 10 hours or so. Sunday I fill it up and after driving for 10 minutes the noise starts again. I'm furious.

Today, Monday, I take it in to a more trusted dealer. He takes a look and it's a recall item. I thank him, pay him for the diagnostics, and head to the dealership. Dealership takes care of the four recalls on the car and calls ... only to say there are two more hoses bad and that'll be $378.

What have I done to piss off god(s)/higher powers/what have you?!?!? I'm supposed to go on vacation to see my mom and just relax and now almost $500 of our vacation money is just GONE on car repairs that just popped up out of no where. I don't understand it. To make matters worse, I'm highly hormonal and highly emotional and highly pissed at everything that's gone wrong. I feel like something is out to get me.

Source: Random Rants & General Laments