Sunday, and nothing to do. Well, a lot, but I don't want to do it.

Belendor is taking a nap on the couch. I have all the privacy I can get. So I must say it.

I don't feel much like it, though.

Here's the thing:

I went to the endoscopy yesterday morning. Turns out I have a hernia the size of Chihuahua but hell, that didn't surprise any of us.

I also have multiple lacerations all over the digestive tube, but that wasn't much of a shock either.

What did shake me was to find out there's some sort of abnormal growth near the pylorus. About an inch in diameter. The doctor said most probably it would turn out to be a "nice" tumor, but he took a biopsy anyway.

I would love to say I'm not scared.

It's like I've always thought, when something in your life is going well, everything else turns to shit. Nothing can be completely well for at least a little while.

There. I wrote it. I'm not in denial.