She was really horrible at math, so she knew that standing around weighing the odds in her head was a completely bad idea. But sometimes life didn’t permit her the luxury of refined mathematical calculation and in those moments, she usually just shut her eyes tight and searched her gut extra hard for the answer.
And she suspected, against all rational logic, that her approach led pretty directly to the demise of her poor gall bladder a few years ago. She now imagined the rotting out of her colon or maybe her liver from all her most recent gut searching — you know, some other vital organ she kind of needed in order to survive. She supposed she could figure the odds on that actually occurring. Or just shut her eyes. Either way…..