I wasn’t going to do a 2015 year in review post, but since my dear friend Arpita tagged me, I decided to give it a go. I promise to keep it short. It’s funny, I didn’t think that much had happened this year until I went back through the photos on my phone.
Yes, this was the year I completed and published two novels, but you’ve already heard that story. I started taking my blog seriously and met a whole lot of really great people. (This means you.) Besides the novels, I’ve written a slew of short stories. Now I have to think about what to do with them. But you guys know all this if you’ve been following along since August-ish. Instead, have a look at my personal 2015.
We only took one trip this year and that bums me out. I love to travel and didn’t get to wander nearly enough in 2015. The trip we did take was to the Blue Ridge Mountains in Southern Virginia and while beautiful, was not particularly exciting. Oh well, sometimes you just need to unplug.
I also love concerts and seeing live music in other small venues. The only major concert I went to this year was ‘Imagine Dragons.’
They were pretty awesome but that’s the only band I got to see this year. Boo.
I suppose 2015 could’ve been worse but it certainly could’ve been better. It was the year of medical drama for me. I was diagnosed with asthma, the chronic cough kind. Finally have it under control after battling my insurance company to find an effective medicine they’d actually cover. Greedy bastards.
I had a tooth extracted and dental implants drilled into my jaw. That was fun – see below.
Then there was the mammogram scare. You guessed it. They found something. You have no idea how that feels unless you’ve gone through it. The follow up for a suspicious mammogram is a breast ultrasound. That too, was suspicious. Next up: biopsy. Horrifying. Only bright side? The boob doctor was a babe. Biopsy results came back normal. Hooray, right? Not yet. Cute boob doctor is so stunned that the tissue is normal he can’t believe it. Since the ultrasound was so opaque, they want me to come back for another one to make sure they biopsied the right area. Come the hell on, already! Alright, enough keeping you in suspense. The tissue was normal. I just have really dense boobs. Which is probably why they’re holding up so well as I get older. Score! (If you can’t laugh about this crap… You know what I’m saying?)
So, huh. Now that I think about it, 2015 kinda sucked. So be gone, you! Bring on 2016. Maybe it will suck less.
Meg Sorick, Author/Artist 