Against me manly better judgement, I'm going the quacks tomorrow.
Slightly crappin' meself at the thought tbh. 
It's getting bigger and now starting to hurt, presumably cus me shirt's rubbing against it.
Good lad... you know it makes sense like... 
Doesn't actually make sense to me tbh., as I don't actually DO ill in any shape or form.
I'm either alive and able to do everything I normally do, or I'll be dead.
None of that inbetween half measure nonsense. 
Listening to the engaged tone at the quacketers commences in 1hr 45 mins. 
They can put your mind at rest about the lump is all... it is prolly nothing, just a bit of excess brain bursting out...
On the other hand, if it is something nasty it makes a mahoosive difference catching it early...
And as it is giving you some pain it needs to be fixed one way or t'other... we don't want a tetchy bear on the board now do we...?
Oh no.
Perish the thought.
Just that a mate of mine in his 30's has just been in hossy having a mahhosive lump removed from his shoulder. Took a load of muscle out too.
Off werk for 4 weeks recuperating, and yes, it was the BIG C too.
Regular visits to the horsepickle now apparently.
Not many things in life scare me tbh, as most things in life are under your control like, but what yer boddy decides to do is out of your control.
