As a matter of fact, I've been in the throes of a self-checking frenzy for the past three weeks. Since I have OCD as well as HA, checking (and rechecking, and re-rechecking) is a huge issue for me. This time, it's manifested as worry about breast cancer (one of my big fears). Started by noticing some stretch marks on my breasts that I hadn't noticed over the long, cold winter coupled with what I know (intellectually) is menopausal breast tenderness, and it devolved into constant checking (for lumps, for rashes, skin changes, swelling, etc. etc.). I've actually managed to pull some muscles while checking, which means more pain, which leads to more checking...and so it goes. Pain right now (never mind the three hours I spent working in the garden today) led to an hour of poking and prodding. But for once, Doc Google actually did me a solid. I googled "lumps under skin" (after studying how to check my lymph nodes yet again and checking them--a lot) and presto...the lumps are fat (I'm 40 pounds overweight). Fricking fat. It occurred to me that I feel some pain and check it, and yep, there's a lump there--I finally checked several painless random areas and yep, same lumps. Again, fricking fat. I truly hate the checking--I sometimes even get up in the night and check--and I undoubtedly make any and all pains worse by prodding them endlessly. Hoping that this latest bout of spinning is winding down. But, yeah, checking is a way of life for me (not just the body, but door and window locks, the deodorant cap--don't ask). For me OCD and HA go hand in hand, and exacerbate one another.