I’ve always said that i don’t want to live an interesting life. But this December, some Chinese sage probably cursed me. :) Just a bit.

On the first week of this month, i found myself cussing at the dearth of taxis in Singapore during rush hour. We had less than two hours until our flight back home and we were still in Harbourfront, lugging our suitcases and the painting i bought from Phuket. This capped a weeklong of shopping and cruising and oftentimes, aimless wandering, in three countries. I was put on hold for thirty minutes or so before an operator was able to take my call. Fortunately, Singapore systems are usually very efficient that the taxi arrived to pick us up exactly 8 minutes after my call got through. No traffic, so we zoomed to the airport to check-in on time.

The next week, i was too busy making up for my absence at the office and preparing for the holidays. That week, i attended ten hearings–no postponements and i was ready for all of them. Administrative duties–check…Pleadings–check…Doctor’s appointment–check…Bowling–check…Office Christmas party–check…Christmas shopping–well, the gods sensed that i was pushing my luck too far and denied this prayer. To date, i haven’t found the time and the courage to brave the rabid crowds for gift-shopping.

This Monday, i did as the doctor ordered and went to surrender my enlarged thyroid to his delicate hands.

It’s benign. A few hours, a cut throat, a six-note voice and a whole lot of grand later, my able surgeon pronounced the operation a success. After two days, i was discharged and told to rest at home until the wound heals. It was actually anti-climactic after the initial findings of “atypical cells” and “adenoma”, but i was relieved to hear the sound of myself asking my husband “how’s my voice?” without sounding gruff.

My neck will still look like a railroad until the surgeon removes the tapes at the end of the year. The scar, like all my other scars, will probably form a keloid. And i may never be an opera singer or a porn star. Bummer.

It’s three weeks into the month of December and i’ve been to places, worked my ass off, and collected another battle scar.

How is 2007 going to end, i wonder?

This month, nay this year, mine has been an interesting life. It’s a cutthroat life. And surprise of surprises, i’m loving it.