bad luck?!

ok, so my cry for help didn't work. well, i didn't commit suicide....yet. my husband ended up in the hospital on friday, and came home today. he had a very bad staph infection, and he got it from (get this) pulling not ONE, but TWO, ingrown hairs. hello, didn't know pulling a hair could land you in the hospital over night. i pluck every freaking hair on my body, i squeeze every zit on my face, i even pick my nose, and this has NEVER happened to me...jason doesn't even so much as touch a zit and the one time he does touch TWO ingrown hairs, he's in the hospital?! he told me he's having a string of bad luck. when he said it, i started laughing so hard, i almost cried. he's been having one hell of a year....and it's only may.