What's Meant To Be, Will Be

Cocaine Princess here.

It’s been awhile since I posted an update on sister in regards to her injuries. In case you've forgotten about those injuries you can click here.

Several weeks ago sister had an appointment, a check up for her broken leg and arm. The appointment for her leg was at the fracture clinic located inside our local hospital but the appointment for her arm was located at another hospital. Yes, I know this totally doesn’t make any sense does it?  You'd think the fracture clinic in town would also cater to patients with arm injuries. I don't understand the logic behind this unless there are more leg than arm injuries in our community? Anyways, the appointment for her arm required me to drive sister into the next town over......located nearly an hour away. I informed sister one day that I had better things to do than chauffeur her around from one hospital to the next. (Of course I was kidding)  On one particular visit sister needed to be wheeled in because her leg was still in a cast as was her arm. Upon entering the reception area we were greeted by the nurse sitting behind a desk who greeted us with these words:

NURSE: Good Morning, are you here for the mental health clinic?

ME: What?! No, we're here for the fracture clinic.

I'm not sure what on earth could have made her ask such a question. My sister was in a wheelchair with two casts. Yes, I'm fully aware that it's possible for someone with fractured limbs to be mentally unstable but still. I continued.

ME: Can you please tell us where it's located?

RECEPTIONIST: Just around the corner.

As I wheeled sister around the corner I asked:

ME: What made her think we were here for the mental health clinic? By the way, I'm assuming the question was directed at you and not me.

SISTER: How do you know the question wasn't directed at you, child?

ME: Because she was looking right at you.

SISTER: Who knows. Let's just hope the wait isn't very long. I'm tired and I just want to get back to resting on the couch.

 ME: You're tired? Hello! I'm the one whose been driving you around from one town to the next and let's not forget your rehab appointments.

I should also mention this appointment was at 8:45am which meant we had to leave by 7am. While waiting for sister's name to be called, like everyone else in the room I took out my phone. I went through my tweets and then checked my messages. Low and behold there was one from Valentina--- who was still beyond upset I missed spending my winter vaycay with her in the tropics. She never misses an opportunity to bring it up. Valentina and I could be talking about something so random such as a movie she just saw or about the latest Birkin bag she acquired and midway through the conversation she’ll mention how she believes “A” broke her leg and arm on purpose. I  passed along the message to her.

SISTER: So what else is new?

ME: You know the more I think about it the more suspicious I am of your injuries. Out of all the 12 months of the year you just "happened" to injury yourself near Christmas. Admit it, you wanted me to stay with you during the holidays, right?

SISTER: That's right, darling. Breaking my leg and arm was the only thing I could think of to get you to stay. The thought of you not being here was killing me. Aren't you always the one who says 'things happen for a reason.'

ME: It sounds familiar.

SISTER: Well then.

ME: Well then what?

SISTER: Well did it ever occur to you that perhaps there was a reason you weren't suppose to go on holidays? Maybe you weren't meant to be traveling during that time of the year. Perhaps something bad could have happen to you, so you're welcome.

ME: For what?

SISTER: Me getting injured probably saved your life.

Of course I knew there was a reason for missing my yearly winter vacation. Trust me, I would have rather been soaking up the sun than having to stay and endure the brutal winter. I've always believed that things happen for a reason and I also believe in a little thing called divine intervention.  For example, you can't find your car keys. You swore you put them in your purse the night before. 10 minutes later you find them on your vanity table. You're running late and then you find out the road you were going to be traveling on is closed on account of a car accident. Everything happens for a reason. Mis-placing your keys may have been a blessing in disguise. That 10 minute delay may have been the universe's way of preventing you from being in that accident.

What do you think lovelies? Do you believe things happen for a reason? Do you believe  the men in the black hats control our every move to bring us closer to our destiny, our fate? 

What's meant to be will be....

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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday.

Whatever your plans are have a loving & sweet weekend. ~x

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess