Next week was supposed to be our first easy and responsibility-free week of the summer. (Don’t tell any of my editors!)
Just me and PunditGirl and the pool and maybe a little edu-CA-tion-al stuff thrown in for good measure.
Camp was over this afternoon and I had many things planned for next week.
But some things have been niggling at my brain. Little aches and pains. Ones I’ve been trying to ignore and rationalize over months. Ones that sort of sneak up on you but, after a while, all tied together, they won’t stay at the back of my brain and I think, “Yeah, I’ll call the doctor, just to touch base.”
Looking for some nice reassurance. Go about your business. Then have a happy weekend.
And then the doctor says to get a test … next week. ASAP.
“We should just start with the big guns,” she said.
I’m not really a fan of the big guns, unless I’m sure it’s someone who’s an expert.
So, I get to wait all weekend. And Monday. And wait for Tuesday to get here.
And I know me. It will be a long weekend. I’m not looking forward to it.
I was really hoping to focus on what to pack for BlogHer.