I haven’t written anything in a little while, mainly because I have been a) too busy and, more recently, b) in too much pain (more on that later). That said, I figured I would reflect a little on 2016. The year that, if Facebook is to be believed, was a shower of absolute shite from start to finish.
I think it would be easy for me to jump on that bandwagon as well…but I won’t. You see, for me, 2016 was a year of contrast and change.
I can’t lie. 2016 started off looking positive. Plans were made, lives were going to change, everything was going to be great.
Looks, however, can be deceiving. It turns out that, instead of great things, someone had placed me under the rear end of cow. A cow that had diarrhea of apocalyptic proportions, following a year of constipation. In short, it was messy, and it stunk. Enough people have heard/read enough about it and, honestly, I have talked about it enough to last me 5 lifetimes. It’s enough to say that my post Catharsis was written in an attempt to get me over it. It helped.
It was around this time that I had some good things start happening. I was being pursued by a few agencies that were desperate to place me in a better job. Friendships that I thought I had lost were there, and stronger than ever. So, in that true style of people coming out of a long term relationship…I set myself some goals. So began Super Diet.
Now, my friends were (rightly) cynical. To be honest, so was I. I didn’t want to be that typical guy who tries to change everything about his lifestyle just because he is single again. I figured I would lose a couple of kilos, feel a bit better about myself and then go back to normal. Yep, they were my own expectations…so it wasn’t entirely surprising when people were skeptical, especially when I was talking to them about it whilst on my 6th pint :)
So I found myself, a very short while after Catharsis was written, being far more social, being courted to jobs, losing weight and generally feeling great about life.
In May I landed a great job. Back doing the sort of work, and at the level, that I am skilled for. My German skills had already improved to a good level, but now I was working in an IT role again, only now totally in German. Not something I would have expected to be doing..especially with any measure of success.
My circle of friends had widened and my social life was awesome. I had even reconnected with some old friends that I had missed deeply.
In July I was back in the UK for my Birthday and saw all of my kids. It was a wonderful week away and seeing my family react to the “new me” was fantastic.
The job continued to go great guns and my contract was extended. I was given more and more responsibility and began to have a real impact on the business.
I “tinkered” with a couple of “relationships” along the way, but mainly I was just trying to have some fun and avoid being my usual self. Which meant not falling into a long term relationship with the first woman that wants to see me more than once. To be honest, finding a new relationship wasn’t the focus and I was both surprised and happy with that.
My 2016 had gotten off to a horrific start, but was now motoring along quite nicely thanks for asking.
And so it continued, right the way up until the beginning of December. At the end of a fantastic night out celebrating the birthday of the one and only MK…I decided to be a hero and paid quite a heavy price.
I’ll make this the short version though :)
So, I was chewing through a very disappointing kebab (they ran out of meat, so I had some veggie thing) and I spotted a lad hassling a woman. I don’t like seeing this sort of thing, but she was handling it and, at the end of the day, he was just being a cock. I did keep an eye on what was happening though. Honestly, I think it was more of an annoyance for her than anything else. Until it wasn’t.
The guy decided that he wanted a little more than words and grabbed her. Her demeanor instantly changed from annoyed to scared and I stepped across. I decided to use my words, admittedly aggressively, and a friend of the guy stepped in to calm things down..”He’s just drunk, we don’t want any trouble” etc etc. So, in my eyes, the situation was ending. Unfortunately, that was when the original moron decided to blindside me and sucker punched me from the side where I couldn’t see him. I was then jumped on by him and 2 of his mates, where they proceeded to kick me in the head and stamp on my leg until I blacked out. I came around a few minutes later to see the original moron on the floor under a pile of coppers, but I couldn’t walk.
I am sitting here, writing this, in no small amount of pain and waiting for an operation that will, hopefully, happen this week.
- Medial Collateral Ligament – Torn
- Lateral Collateral Ligament – Broken (The Doctor actually used the word Destroyed)
- Meniscus (right side) – Torn
- Meniscus (left side) – Torn
- Femur – Fractured and Dented!
- Tibia – Fractured
Additionally, and arguably worst of all, there was some serious damage to my pride (I believe the medical term would be “Fucked”).
Not bad for a night out. That said, I am glad I stepped in and I would do the same thing again, no questions asked.
So that was my 2016. It started off badly, was awesome in the middle and ended up badly. I don’t tend to put expectations on this sort of thing, but I have a feeling that 2017 is going to be a good year for me personally.
Happy New Year :)