No really, I am fine!

Conversation at work today;
Colleague: Are you....okay? You look......
Me: Yeah! I'm fine! I'm good!
Colleague: You're not, your face, it looks.......a bit......(this is teamed with one of those sympathetic 'concerned' looks)
Me: No really, I'm absolutely fine. It's my hair, my hair is a bit fluffy and all over the place today, it probably makes my face look a little....washed out.
Colleague: (in soft 'intuitive' voice) Anne, I see beyond the hair, somethings not right.
Me: Really! I am fine! It's Monday morning, perhaps I look a little washed out, but I am fine!

I thought this was over, until later she heard me telling someone that I was having my wisdom teeth extracted soon as they're giving me a bit of grief;

Colleague: I knew something was wrong! I asked you and you said you were fine, but I just knew something was up with you. Why? Why didn't you tell me?
Me: I don't like being fussed over! That's why. If I want attention, I'll let you know!
Colleague: I wasn't fussing over you, I was concerned.
Me: Yes, well I appreciate your concern, but really, I am absolutely fine.

Later in the day, I am sitting working at my desk. Let's just clarify that while working, I seldom have a massive grin on my face. In actual fact, my face, when relaxed, can be mistaken for boredom. So I am sitting there and, we'll call her "Mummy" walks past;
Mummy: Look at you, you poor thing. You're really struggling aren't you. You're just not quite right are you.
Me: (Puts on big fake happy smile) Look! I am FINE! HAPPY HAPPY!!! Everything is FINE!

So I am writing this from a padded cell, because I was found walking in circles in the mall repeating "Fine Fine Fine, HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!!!"

I actually have sinus issues right now and my wisdom teeth are pushing my jaw out of shape and causing me some pain, but I am loathe to tell people such issues, because then I become, "Poor Annie", which is not what I want to be!

Really......I'M FINE!