If you are at all hypochondriac in your inclination (as I am), then under no circumstances should you look up your symptoms on the web that connects us all.
Courtesy of a fast-growing mole I have now convinced myself that I have skin cancer and that considering the state of my local practice by the time I get to see a doctor it will be too late and I will need chemotherapy and lose all my hair and have to wear a wig at my wedding.
Because it's all just one clear progression in my head.
Although I am always amused by the fact that in this doom-and-gloom visualising the prospect of death is never nearly as worrying as the blows to my vanity.
I despair at myself sometimes.
Although on the positive side the cat is cuter and fluffier than ever, which is nice.