Fret fret fret.

I think too much about my own mortality, and now I'm fretting about it. I've got a new doctor and am going to an appointment soon, and he's probably going to think I'm a lunatic for worrying over every little ache and pain. But if I don't mention it, I'll fret even more. And then I won't sleep. And then things will ache and I'll fret more and...


Argh.