Trust me, I'm the last person to make fun of the mentally disabled and the last person to make fun of anyone on this board (other than myself) but...
My husband's sister, who has a disability, once called 911 because of a bad banana. With all due respect to her, lovely person that she is, that was a little bit funny. I will be the first person to laugh harder about the many things I have done, though. Anyway, I guess that goes to show that anyone can be prone to anxiety over what we have eaten.
Last weekend I ate a sandwich from a well-known fancy sandwich shop and was almost done before I saw green mold on the edge of the cheese. I just had to tell myself that was the only piece of mold. I called the shop and they offered to make me a new sandwich but I didn't want to drive back over there. I just didn't want the next person to get the same cheese.
It did kind of ruin how great the sandwich had seemed up to that point.
It's my understanding that most molds on bread and cheese and brownness in fruit are not going to hurt you; they just look and taste unappealing.
I thought I did a good job by not freaking out for the rest of the day (I thought about it but made a conscious effort not to) over whether the mold had made me sick. I hope you got past the banana incident and you know that you're fine now.