Since the school holidays are now well and truly behind me, I was sort of looking forward to a slow and gentle slide into the next weekend... because next weekend is my weekend 'off'.
And I was/am seriously ready for a much needed break, let me tell you!
Time to sleep in... to read books... and just sort of potter around the house and garden.
Maybe even find the time - or the inclination - to walk around the lake a time or two.
Only things happened.
I'm now off all this week, and maybe even into the next... or beyond.
Yeah, I now have my "time off", alright... but it's because of circumstances that I wish I weren't going through.
See, the final couple of days of school holidays, I didn't feel too well.
Well, to tell you the truth, I didn't really feel bad, and I did have some intermittent pain in my lower left abdomen.
Now to be honest it was nothing really bad... but more irritating than anything, I suppose.
But certainly not worrisome.
I just figured maybe I needed a little more fiber in my diet - which is just a nice way of saying constipation.
Because I hate saying "constipation".
Especially in relation to me.
But then add to that, noticing blood in my urine, and I just figured that with Monday off (well, a half day anyway) I might just pop into the doctors and see what was going on.
So I walked in there all fat, dumb and happy... and walked out decidedly less so.
Oh, I'm still fat and dumb, I can assure you.
That hasn't changed.
Not so much.
See, when the doctor palpated my abdomen, he found some exceedingly tender spots.
Tender enough, that he had to duck when I just about knee'd him in the head a time or two.
And whilst ducking, he also found a small mass that concerned him.
And me too, of course, since I feel basically fine and dandy and I certainly don't feel like I should have a small mass, especially when I'm feeling pretty darn good for the middle-aged shape I'm in..
Well, maybe I'm a little more tired than usual... but I just put that down to the school holidays and the long hours I had just put in... so it just seemed sort of understandable.
So, being somewhat concerned after poking and prodding me, he made me pee in a bottle.
Not once... but twice.
And come to find out, he saw stuff he didn't like looking at.
Now, at this point, he doesn't really know what we're dealing with... but he must have his suspicions, based on the foot-long list of tests he wanted run.
But did he share those suspicions with me?
He will though, once the results of the blood tests, urine tests and ultrasound all come in - sometime next week.
But he did pat my hand, before I left.
Which kind of worries me more than the "other stuff"... know what I mean?
So, I have all this week off, and possibly the next as well.. but this really isn't what I had in mind. Oh no...
This is definitely not what I had in mind at all.