Sometimes I think that there is this little person inside my head playing games with me. "Let see, what can I do to her today. Ah yes, I think swelling in her wrist and hand, I haven't done that yet". That sums up my morning, wondering what was wrong with my wrist and hand. I think that I have been told so many times that there is nothing wrong with me when I know that there is that I question and worry about everything. What if the doctors are missing something, they really don't listen to me. Paranoia, I know. We freak out because we get no answers!