This has happened to me a couple times recently, and I'd be willing to bet that more than a few of you can relate...Do you ever have one of those days where you're feeling pretty good mentally - sure, you're twitching like crazy, but you know you're healthy and life is beautiful - when out of the blue, something happens that sends you spiraling into a fit of anxiety like the day you first googled muscle twitching? Today, I went to lunch and grabbed a squeeze bottle of ketchup. When I attempted to squeeze some onto my plate, my right arm starts shaking like crazy. I immediately walked back to my office and spent the rest of my lunch break googling on the verge of tears, convinced I had *** like a rookie - despite having both a clean EMG by one neuro and a diagnosis of BFS from another who literally said this to me: "I am 100% positive you do not have ***. You have Benign Fasciculation Syndrome. I'm scheduling a 6 month follow up just because I don't like to be *beep*, but feel free to cancel if you don't want to come in."Two weeks ago, I logged in here just to check in, only to see some old post about clonus and subsequently spent the next 45 minutes at work shoving my limbs around to see if I had it. I mean, seriously, I have had 3 Drs (2/3 were neuros) and the greater population of this site tell me I'm fine...why is it so easy to forfeit all progress and revert back to freakout? Can anyone relate to such weak, indulgent behavior? Any tips from the more experienced BFSers to avoid it? My wife and I are expecting our first child in March, and I'd really like to be rid of this obsession by then!