Fuck it. I'll tell you. I don't care anymore.

It all started with my tinnitus (ringing / buzzing in the ears).
The ear doctor was like, "It could be a tumor in your ear! You need an MRI!"
So I got that MRI and they're like, "No tumor in your ear but you've got a minor little something in your brain! I'm referring you to a neurologist!"

Thanks, doc.

Go to the neurologist and he pulls me off the ledge and goes, "It's a tumor but not a tumor. Most people have one of these and wouldn't even know it unless they're brains are autopsied when they finally drop dead. However, I'm scheduling you for another MRI in a year in case the thing is growing because, if it's growing, that's bad."

Skip a year to that MRI.

The neurologist goes, "Well, it looks like it's not growing and it's clearly not affecting you in any way but, just to make sure, I'm scheduling you for another MRI in two years because one year might not be enough to see any significant growth."

And that's where I currently am. I was 'thisclose' to just cancelling everything but I suppose I should do my due diligence and have it checked out so that I officially don't have to worry about it anymore.

It's just fucking annoying because you have to schedule the MRI and, because this is America, pay through the fucking nose afterward. Ugh.