Hahaha, you got me there. I've chilled out after reading the responses here and having a night to sleep on it, but yesterday my mind was going full throttle when it came to excessive/irrational worries. At some point I even started fixating on whether he was "moving funny" and wondering if I'd somehow pinched a nerve or broken a bone when I was handling him on Monday to remove the stuck shed under his chin. Or if he'd gotten brain damage from last weekend's Provent-A-Mite treatment and suddenly forgotten how to eat! (Don't worry, I've talked myself out of all of these, but it was only getting increasingly stupid from there.)
My favorite (& very vintage) note-paper has a cartoon of a snake that is stiff as an arrow, balanced on top of a rock, & the caption says "Relax!"