Take shower. Find inexplicable lump of significant size while soaping up. Sigh and decide to bear it out whatever it may be, because I'd rather risk dying painfully of cancer a month or three down the line than go to have it looked at and risk having the crap-shoot that is the Covid-19 "vaccine" forced on me against my will, which could go wrong in any number of ways that I wouldn't be able to sue for should they happen, or just out-and-out kill me. Which would really be a bitch if it were to just end up being scar tissue. Eh, I guess we'll see how this plays out as time winds on.