Two thousand thirteen sucked goat balls, as a friend of mine would say. Actually, I think she’d say licked goat taint. Either way, 2013 totally did it. In the Quirkyverse, we had a family death; friends diagnosed with serious illnesses; friends and family hospitalized for weeks on end; intensive potty training; anxiety medication; insensitivity and guilt trips. It’s been a roller-coaster of emotion, most of it the plummeting kind. So, yeah, I’m ready for 2014.
I may make references to 2013 events in future posts, but I don’t envision talking about it much. Except to say this: If you’re female and experiencing issues you believe are related to your menstrual cycle, but your gynecologist tells you there’s nothing wrong, go see a different kind of doctor. I’m not talking about a second gyn opinion; your current gyn may be right about your gynecological system being in fine working order, but there are other organs in the abdominal area to consider. Stomach, intestines, colon, liver, kidneys to name a few. Go see a gastrointerologist. I don’t care how old you are. You could be 33 and have just run a marathon last week. Don’t. Care. Go see a GI specialist. At the very least, bring up other possibilities with your gynecologist or primary care physician and be prepared to challenge them if they blow you off. Because, no matter your age or general health, what your doctors assume is a burst ovarian cyst could turn out to be a ruptured colon due to colon cancer. I’m not trying to scare you or turn you into a hypochondriac, but this does happen. In real life. Okay, /PSA.
So, putting aside my loathing of 2013, tell me something good that happened to you this year. I discovered something pivotal about myself. It’s changing my world view and I plan to spend 2014 blogging about it. My good friend, Ainsley Brooks, will be here in the next week or so to tell you about how she turned a setback into something utterly fabulous: a book.
How about you? What wonders befell you in 2013?