Oh lord. Ow, ow, ow. Moan.
I tempted Fate by writing about my healing from agoraphobia earlier this week, because my anxiety disorder decided to remind me that it is still here, and THAT part of my problem is unmedicated except for the occasional Xanax.
Yesterday I was all fired up to get as much as I could done off my to-do list so that I could concentrate on being creative today. One of the things that I did that I didn’t have on my list was to visit Laura on her small farm outside Kernersville and give her some fleece that one of my readers had generously given to me, but I wasn’t using. While I was there, I suddenly got a bad toothache, ironically five minutes after mentioning a stressful situation that was making me clinch my teeth badly. It was as if I called it to me.
I drove home in howling pain, mouth open, teeth apart. But I managed to get rid of it with a couple of ibuprofen. Sandy took me out to Fishbones for Smithwick’s and seafood, and I forgot about my toothache and was happy with my day.
Then I woke up at 3 a.m. with the whole side of my head furiously aching, radiating out from my teeth to my jaw, behind my ears, eyes, and cheekbones. A migraine kicked in. I took two more ibuprofen, then two generic Excedrin migraine. I wrapped a flexible ice pack in a washcloth and applied that to my temple for the next three hours. I’m still hurting, but it is tolerable now.
Holy moly. I’ve been to the dentist about this twice. It is not a dental problem. It is pure and simple anxiety. And my anxiety can be kicked off by happiness as well as bad stress. I hope that today is not going to be a wash for my creative plans, but I might have to let everything go.
I have a jury summons tomorrow in High Point. Won’t that be so much more fun if I’m awake all night and in pain in the morning.