It’s a good thing I learned to spell hypochondriac because it’s official. I am one. Hypochondriac, hypochondriac, hypochondriac. Tests are all negative. Yes, I’m happy I can keep eating bagels and crackers and pizza. But now I can’t do anything about the anemia, B12 deficiency (will have to keep getting my shots every 2 weeks), lower abdominal pain and severe cramping. Frack!