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[mythology]

5. Next year

I have a major surgery scheduled for mid-December (merry Christmas to me, it couples with a surgery I had just after my birthday earlier this year) that will effectively blow my knee and my life up for somewhere between 15 and 18 months in terms of making me go through a horrible rehab, being prevented from doing the sports I do which is functionally my only social life and I'll wind up with a scar down the front of my leg in the 10 to 15 inch range. And given that I will be on crutches for a number of weeks and even after that relegated to wearing a more or less leg length brace, I will no doubt have to suffer many well-meaning, but obnoxious people asking what's wrong with my leg. I will be having a shirt made that says "Please refrain from asking about my knee"

That said, even that isn't all bad. I'm finally going to really develop my upper body and more core strength as I won't be able to work on much else. I've already gotten to the point where I can do more pull ups and I've only been heavy on the arms for 3 weeks after this most recent surgery. As a friend said, I'm going to look like a bulldog by the time my knee heals. I'm just hoping that means somebody will find me so ugly I'm cute.

Other than that, I suppose it would be the year when my parents divorced and my grandmother died, but my parents' divorce turned out to be a good thing as it led to me eventually cutting my dad out of my life as he was only ever a destructive force, at least after the point of conception.