Tomorrow's the day I find out what the heck's growing on my leg.
The doctor's office mailed a letter about my appointment and it had something written (can't remember right now) that my wife - who is a long time nurse - looked at and said, "ooh."
Not "ooh," like gross. But "ooh," like "yikes." Then she said, "that means tumor."
Well thanks, honey. I'm less worried now.