Was not feeling entirely sanguine about the site of the recently deceased freaky mutant shark tooth, so went back in for a checkup. Arrived at 1340. Got called back at 1640. Pronounced healthy and on a #9 bus at 1652. So glad I had nothing to do at work today–I really think they should have at least given me a token dose of sugar pills as a reward for being willing to wait so long only to discover that the only thing wrong with me is hypochondria.