Gah. I am having dental anxiety. (This isn't on a par with spending-a-weekend-with-400-people-with-no-boundaries anxiety; if the weekend was an 8.5 on a scale of 0 to 10, my dental anxiety is...maybe a 4.)
Ever since I got my tooth pulled last year, every single twinge or not-right tooth feeling I have makes me paranoid that I'm going to have to have all my teeth pulled, right now. I totally get that it's paranoid, but I still have it.
Which is annoying, because I never used to have any dental anxiety at all.
My sinus infection is making my teeth hurt -- or, I'm *assuming* that it's from my sinus infection, but WHAT IF ALL MY TEETH ARE ROTTING?
I know sinus infections can cause tooth pain. I totally know this. It's happened before. But that was before I had a tooth pulled and now I am totally paranoid.
I have a dental appointment this afternoon for a tooth cleaning (I didn't make an appointment out of paranoia; this has been scheduled for 6 months; it just happens to coincide with the stupid sinus infection). And so I am paranoid as hell that the dentist is going to look at my teeth and scream in horror and/or grab a pair of pliers and start yanking.
This is what crazy looks like, y'all. (I think it might not be so bad if I hadn't just had a stressful weekend. But then again, I can compartmentalize my anxiety pretty well, so it probably would still be this bad even if my weekend had been stress-free.)
Gah. I just needed to get that out of my head. (Yes, I can take Xanax, but I need to wait until right before the appointment.)
Yeah, I don't blame you, Steph, you went through tooth trauma, so it's reasonable to be fearful at the next thing. It's really good that you had the cleaning appointment already, and the dentist will be able to tell you where things stand. It's probably just the sinus stuff, but if it's not, you'll be in the best place, where the dentist can treat you and get you healthy going forward.
Calm~ma Teppy. That type of anxiety, when you know logically you're more anxious than is probably called for but still can't calm down is so difficult. I hope the Xanax works wonders and the dentist visit goes smoothly.
It's probably just the sinus stuff, but if it's not, you'll be in the best place, where the dentist can treat you and get you healthy going forward.
Which is what I'm telling myself. I had a regular cleaning in July before the tooth was pulled, and he took a full set of x-rays (where they take, like, 500 x-rays) and said everything other than that cracked soon-to-be-pulled tooth looked fine, although one tooth needs a crown soon-ish so that it doesn't crack.
I know that all my teeth haven't suddenly turned to powder in 6 months, but I'm still full of the crazy.
(I think perhaps I am grinding my teeth from the stress, which can make teeth crack, which is as fantastic an example of irony as I can think of. I need to get a new nightguard thingie. I had one [which I didn't use much], but it was molded to my mouth back before I had the tooth pulled.)
My car is paid off! I just figured this out now, when I went to look at last month's bank statement and realized a lower amount was taken out than usual. The title was sent back to them because I moved, but they're forwarding it to me now.
That's better than finding a $5 in your coat pocket!
This is what crazy looks like, y'all. (I think it might not be so bad if I hadn't just had a stressful weekend. But then again, I can compartmentalize my anxiety pretty well, so it probably would still be this bad even if my weekend had been stress-free.)
Your crazy and my crazy should get together and go bowling.
Calm~ma to you, Tep. Anixety has a way of leaking out of its compartments, and old paths are easy to follow.
I'm realizing my issues are likely being worsened by not enough sleep and not enough downtime. Which means I'm going to have to be very selective of my Mardi Gras celebrating, which sucks.
Still not at work, but am up and took 1/4 a Xanax and am eating my lunch. Small progress. Next step - outside pants. Oh, the drama and suspense.
Your crazy and my crazy should get together and go bowling.
There would be nothing left but a smoking crater when we were done.
I'm realizing my issues are likely being worsened by not enough sleep and not enough downtime.
Oh, yeah. Sometimes the simplest acts of self-care are really easy to overlook.
Your crazy and my crazy should get together and go bowling.
I want in!
~~~Teppy~~~ Those are sympathetic nods of solidarity and compassion from a comfortable distance. (I am such a big ole hugger it is hard to control myself, but I am, out of love and understanding) Yes, I really should deal with teeth stuff too, but don't wanna.
Update on the custody battle. Grandma packed some boxes of her stuff and stomped off to another cousin's house and declared she would be gone to NY by the end of the week. My brother in an unusually bold move for him told my niece he was changing the locks before she changed her mind and came back. We are hoping that her internet research and discussions with people that will talk to her has convinced her that a custody pursuit would be fruitless. She has a very volatile nature and it would not shock me if in just a few days she was all sweetness and light and acted like it was her idea for the child to move in with her mother. (you know the type) It is really sad because she can be very giving and helpful, but whoa can she turn on a dime and be vicious. For someone as even tempered as I it is bizarre to observe.
