Porcelain shock in shades of red
Oh shit, I thought to myself. I shook it off and went to bed knowing that if the same thing happened the next time I had to go, likely in the middle of the night, I could start to worry then.
Exhausted after a full afternoon and evening of painting, I crashed almost immediately and didn't stir until I had to go pee again just before 5 am.
Normally I pee in the dark, as to not disturb anyone, but this time I flipped on the light as I needed to see if I really did have something to worry about. I did.
Again, the urine was reddish in colour.
Oh shit, I thought to myself again.
The worry part of my brain started to shift into overdrive thinking of doctors appointments that would need to be made, urine samples that would have to be brought in, and the inevitable and agonizing wait to hear the prognosis.
I thought about the last time I had a prostate exam in 2012 and that I should have had another one by now. I thought of Heather, Dylan and Ben and how they would react. And for a fleeting moment I felt an overwhelming mix of agony, sadness and worry.
I had a devil of a time going back to sleep, but I eventually drifted off and got up at my regular time.
One quick Google search answered all my questions. Heather didn't need Google at all.
"I had a bit of a shock last night," I shared.
"What was that?" she asked.
"My urine had a reddish tinge to it."
"The beet soup," she said without skipping a beat and with an absolutely straight face.
We had had a heaping helping of beet soup at lunch the previous day and when you have lots of beets, one of the after-effects is a reddish or pinkish hue to your urine.
I had went to the worst possible place immediately; the thought of what we had for lunch never even entered my mind. I'm thinking now is a good time to go in for a check-up.