Came home from work, had a shower and Mrs Sane inspects my fine chiselled physique (no giggling at the back there).

“You know that red spot you’ve had on your belly for years?” she says.  “You’ve got loads of them on your front and back”.

Hmm.  My paternal grandmother died of breast cancer, my maternal grandfather died of prostate cancer and my mum had (still has) Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma.  With a family history like that one things spreads to mind – well it would wouldn’t it?

Anyway, phoned the doctor, triage nurse phones me back and asks me what’s the matter.  I explain it to her and she says I can see the nurse tomorrow morning.  I ask for an appointment tonight and she caves in and gives me a doctors appointment this evening.

Went to the surgery, walked in, sat down, lifted my shirt and the doctor says “Yep, nothing to worry about, it’s something complicated and latin“.  Basically, it’s just little blood vesels that have burst near the skin, they’re very common in freckly people and they’re completely harmless.  Which is nice.  But it had me worried for a while.