A few months ago, I found a lump on my ear. I didn't think much of it. A few days later, I noticed it had gotten bigger. I started bricking it.
I decided to go to the walk in centre. After five hours of waiting, a nurse said to me (in quite possibly the most un-assuring way ever) "you should be fine, if you're worried, go and see your GP"...
Five bloody hours. And I left more worried than when I had entered the place.
Straight after that I booked an appointment with my GP, which unfortunately couldn't happen for another week and a half. Now, considering I'm one of the most paranoid people (when it comes to health) you will meet, those ten or so days were hell.
I was slightly terrified it was something terminal, which I know some of you may think is ridiculous, and that's fair. But, I've been very lucky in that I haven't had to go to the doctors or hospital in about five years, so this really hit me. Touch wood it stays that way.
During those ten days, there were several points at which I was really down. Thinking what I would do if it was really bad.
Now, once I'd got all these horrible thoughts out of the way. I actually started being grateful for it in a weird way. Cos it made me appreciate what I had around me. In a similar way that my breakup did earlier on in the year. It made me think how awesome and loving my friends and family are. How lucky of a position I'm in with my job and lifestyle. And plenty other things along those lines.
As most of you will know, I've always been about spreading the love and that malarkey. But seriously, don't take for granted what you have. Love what you have. And go after what you want. Life is too short. You can do whatever you want to.
Luckily, I was fine. A few months have passed now, and it's tiny. The GP says it may stick around for a few years. I can deal with that. It's not harmful. Let's call it character.