Cursed?

I went out for a ride with Joe this morning, eager to get my legs going after a week's rest. I didn't plan to rest, and in fact have done very little this week, but it felt great to get back out on the road. On my way out the door I checked my email and learned that my carpool partner for tomorrow's dressers 40 crashed last night and lacerated his liver. Yes, I said lacerated his liver <gross>.
I pull into the parking lot at SCCC, later than I wanted to because I wanted to write down the hospital info so I could go visit Doug and his lacerated liver, and hook up the pump to my back tire to top it off. It promptly gives a "pop," and deflates. I call Joe to leave a message that I'll be late, then attend to my tire. I finally hit the road at 10:05, 5 minutes after I was supposed to meet Joe some 4 miles away.
We haven't seen each other in a while so we chat for a bit, and I mention Doug. He says, "Hey, weren't you supposed to do the Xterra race at Grafton tomorrow?"
"Yes," I say, but the guy I was supposed to ride with broke his finger."
At some point we begin talking about my two weeks in Connecticut, and I mention that one guy who was supposed to ride with me broke his foot and couldn't ride. At this point, Joe is sweating, and not because of the heat. He's wondering when it's going to be his turn to have an injury.
So after a great ride with Joe (39 miles in 1:53), I head off to the hospital to visit Doug. He looks awful, is very weak, and has obviously suffered a major injury. He will certainly recover, but as of my visit at 2:30 this afternoon is in pain, and really needs to recover. Doug is expecting Jen, aka "Veggie Girl," at 5:00, so I head out a 5:05 figuring she will show up any minute. I head out the front door and to my car and there are 4 ambulances, a fire truck and a police car about 1 block up. I think, Hmmm, I hope that's not Jen. Well, to make a long story short it is Jen. She got blindsided by an ambulance. She was trying to turn left off of New Scotland Road and didn't see the ambulance speeding along and passing her on the left. Boom!
So I stuck around to make sure she was alright. She's fine. I finally escorted her up to Doug's room at around 8:40. She had a ride home, so I took off to go home, had some dinner, and now it's 11:00 and I'm going to bed.
Wish me luck in the Darkhorse 40! Or better yet, hope for everyone else's sake that I'm not really cursed.
More tomorrow...