Good God. I am my own worst enemy. I can go from 0 to 60 in a split second..........and I hate being this way. I'm talking anxiety. For almost a week I've had a tooth issue. Came out of the blue....there was no particular tooth event such as something falling out or anything but I had a toothache. I thought okay, maybe there is something stuck and it will work itself out. So, the weekend went by and it still persisted. (it did get somewhat better but remember, I think the worst). On Monday I bravely called the dentist and went in after work. He took exrays, poked around in there, and told me that my teeth are fine. He said it was probably something stuck and it eventually worked itself out..........I knew it. BIG relief.
BUT. Monday night the space behind my last molar (the tooth I thought had an issue) puffed up. A nice way to say swelled up. God. There goes my anxiety levels again. Root canal. Extraction. Infection. Pain. This is what I was thinking. I rinsed and rinsed with salt water and was patient for a day. So today I called the dentist again. I was sure that my file had red flags and flashing lights all over it indicating I was an anxious nut case. They reassured me AGAIN that my exray indicated my teeth were fine and I should not be alarmed by the puffiness. I described it and it was not an absess as I had kinda thought but not really believed. I've had an absess before and know the difference.
Don't you just know that practically right after I got off the phone with the dentist......the puffiness was gone. All better now. What a crazy fool I am.
Needless to say....................I haven't made any beads this week since I've been preoccupied with my anxiety.