Stay calm and...keep gambling?

Woke up at 5am today to drive my parents to the airport. I am glad I bought my mum the ticket against her will. I knew I had done the right thing. I didn't hear from them from then on so figured they managed to check in at least.

At lunch today I went to see the physio Emma. She gave me a massage on the soles of my feet for my plantar fasciitis. It was both painful and enjoyable at the same time. Then she had me lay on my tummy as she gave my left calf muscle another massage to loosen it.

We talked a lot more this time. She seemed kinda interested in my work, reiterating excessive force twice, which made me wonder if she had any personal experience. We talked about her work too. I began to think maybe she was cracking onto me, then she mentioned her boyfriend. Meh.

After work I went to the casino. I could only withdraw $1800 as I had used my card earlier to pay for the physio. I figured that was good enough.

There weren't too many people at the roulette tables. I wanted to find one where someone was playing, but two were crowded and the rest were empty. Then I spotted a guy playing at the very end table. He didn't have many chips left and I hoped he wouldn't lose any time soon.

I bought in $800 worth of colour. The dealer was a very sour looking fat lady called Stephanie. I didn't get a very good vibe about her. I started losing from my very first bet. It got quite frustrating because when I bet sections, it would land just outside of it. Then when I switched to colour/columns, it hit right in the middle of a losing number between two winning numbers. I even lost on a bet where I had 30 numbers covered. I had to throw out my $1000 chip to buy more in.

I was starting to lose it emotionally. I could feel it piling up inside me. Was tonight the night that my streak would end? I guess it had to end sometime.

Alright, that was it. I determined that it wasn't my night...at that table. I cashed in the $600 I had left and played colour/column on other tables with $100 chips. I was up to $800 before going back down to $600.

Then I spotted one of the tables had been going on a 0-3 streak of four spins. I decided now was the time. I coloured in at the table and bet on 1-2 sector. I lost, but on the next spin I won. But I was only up $680 now. I saw that the dealer kept spinning up 0-3 (maybe for that Asian girl he seemed to like) so I went along with it, and slowly made my way up to $1000.

I finally sat down and thought I was back in it. I told myself to be patient, betting a lot of outside bets and winning $20 at a time. I was determined to crawl my way back into this.

When there was eventually a dealer change, the new dealer hit a lot of 1-2 sectors. I made the most of it, and despite a few losses, got up to $1400. I needed one more big hit. I went down, then hit 23 where I had like three straight ups and two splits. I went back down a bit then it landed on 25 where I had three straight ups.

I was now up to $1880. I won $20 and got the fuck out of there. That was a bit too close. I was happy to leave with a $100 gain. That was enough for the name change fee on my mum's flight ticket and to buy my sister dinner tonight.

I called my dad tonight who said he was in the hotel. We had a bit of a chat, but I thought, what the fuck, they should be out! lol