Good things come in solid packages

I have come to the conclusion in the months of August, September, and October, I should go to bed and stay there until Halloween. As I look back on my life these have been violent and accident prone months of my life. Along with January and July. These are the months that put me in the hospital, I become accident prone or ill. I do not believe in the karma of past lives, but I do believe that if we have gone around more than once, you will have a specific pattern of awareness of the world in which you exist. If you believe in string theory, and all time exists at once, then the points at which these various existences converge, become warped, and we become less aware of our waking world and more aware of the theta world, making us accident prone, and our immune systems weak.
Its a little like one of the increments defined by chaos theory, much easier as seven years of good, seven years of bad. You spend seven years of good in preparing to survive the seven years of bad. I should spend my seven good months in preparing for the five bad ones then go to bed when they occur.
Look at this:
September misjudged the distance from where I was sitting on the bed to the wall. whacked my occipital area. Saw stars. Found lump growing from surgical scar in temporal area, go to doctor-he arranges CT scan and replaces ear tube. Tuesday-Thursday
ear is draining, go to lie down on couch, miss pillows, and whack my head on arm of couch,
CT scan shows left temporal mass, to doctor, he orders biopsy on Monday, bump bookshelf while getting shoes ceramic hot oil jar falls hits me in head on the mass, sprain knee getting out of cab at hospital for biopsy, biopsy stuck in head three time with progressively larger needles, he thinks its benign. Two hours, after I get home, my internist calls to apologize, he told me to quit taking thyroid, I had been taking for twenty
years because my tests came back normal. So for eighteen months I had done without, this time my TSH was in the 7.7 area, meaning I was was severely depleted. Then the nurse practioner calls, I have a concussion. My husband is buying the helmet tomorrrow.
Lord, help me going out in the world next Thursday looking like the Pillsbury doughboy.