Okay, so about a week ago, I found this funky little patch of skin on my chest about two inches below my collar bone. It doesn't itch, it doesn't hurt, it's just kind of a patchy, raised, weird-shaped little spot.
Now I know, I need to go get it checked. I can't stop thinking about it. BUT--as strong as the impulse is to get it checked out, there's an even stronger urge to just ignore it and hope it will go away. It's that whole thing where hearing bad news is even scarier than wondering about it.
I'm an idiot, I know, and I will call tomorrow when everyone's back in school and make an appointment. But oh, I'd rather not.