What are the odds?

Dear Powers That Be,
Firstly, I just want to say that yes, in fact, I do have a sense of humor. I can certainly appreciate irony in my life, even when it causes me to be the butt of many a joke. (Crohn's disease + butt = funny) However, I am slightly concerned about a certain incident that occurred last night. Keep in mind that my stomach was in turmoil, I had decided to give up all but soft liquids to calm the guts down, and I couldn't lie down to sleep without becoming very nauseous. I was hungry, tired, hurting, and all around miserable. And then it gets interesting. While up with my gut issues last night, I became rather itchy. No particular reason that I know of, though sometimes some of my Crohn's meds do have itchiness as an unpleasant side effect. I then proceeded to grab a stick off the table and scratch my back with it. After a few minutes, I began to feel a burning like none other. Curious, you say? I know. It was as if a million jellyfish had swarmed all over my back, my arm, and my fingers attached to the hand holding the "stick", and stung me repeatedly without mercy. Apparently, it seems that the stick was in fact freaking fiberglass. Yes, indeedy. I can only chalk this up to A. either an extreme oversight by my guardian angels or B. the worst luck in all the world. After waking my hubby at 4 AM to apply cream to the massive burning on my back, I had a great deal of time to think the whole thing over. Sure, having a fiberglass rod in the living room is rather unusual, but not so much when said hubby keeps a small basket of his mechanical toys in the living room to tinker with during the evenings. I kind of got the feeling that You, the Powers That Be, may have gotten a little loopy on that nectar from heaven, became desperate during a poker game, and used my situation as a bet. While the odds were in your favor, sadly, they were not in mine. In the future, I would appreciate it if you gave me a reprise for just a bit so that my sanity has a fighting chance.
Sincerely,
Beth