Mama Mia! Here I go again…
My, my, why am I so crazy?! A couple days ago I had an anxiety attack because of, why else, my teeth. As my friend Dahlia put it, I generally think thoughts 2 steps ahead of where things actually need to be thought about and this causes issues. I decided to get a sandwich for lunch, tuna on a wrap, thinking this would be a good foray into solid food eating. About halfway through the meal my bottom two gaping holes started feeling very sore and then the trigger thought happened. What if food gets caught in the space up top (always has been a problem area before but now there are stitches in there). The two thought ahead jump was this: food will get stuck, won’t be able to get it out, food causes infection, infection causes sepsis, sepsis results in more surgeries and pain and general horribleness.
After some google research I am pretty sure I cannot get sepsis from food caught in my teeth. But you never know…
Anywho, all these thoughts lead to me crying in the bathroom at work and freaking out. Legit freaking out, hands shaking, racing thoughts, light headed…the works. I called my mother, who is now convinced that I am possibly suicidal and definitely need to seek therapy. Although according to some (and I tend to optimistically agree) going to the dentist so much should help to cure this fear, there will just be lots of tears in the meantime. And just for the record: I am not suicidal. Can’t a gal be upset, live alone with a cat and not be suicidal. What’s that you say? No she can’t? Well, I am going to sincerely disagree.
After calming down and swishing water in my mouth for a good 10 minutes, I found out I was going to see MamaMia. The sing-a-long version. Now, Mama Mia was not on my “run out and go see immediately” list but I figured singing Abba couldn’t make me feel worse.
So off I went. It was actually kinda fun. Ridiculous and shameful of a movie. But fun. I think this movie always should have been released as a sing-a-long because let’s face it, the plot wasn’t anything spectacular. I must mention I went for free because well, as fun as it was don’t know if I would have paid for it. It’s definitely worth seeing if you ever had the desire to dance and sing along with a movie at the theatre. Also it will make you want to live in the Greek Isle….::sigh:: Can I go there instead of braces?
On a braces note: I had a dream that I got my braces and absolutely adored them, the way they looked, felt, everything. The dream has calmed me down a bit with the idea that it might not be so bad (keep in mind, I am one of those people that gets mad in real life if someone is mean to me in dream life…). So I am glad my brain went the extra mile to make me feel better, its probably so sick of being crazy by now.
Enjoy a safe and happy Labor Day!
