What made me happy today?

An update: The sellers accepted our bid for the abandoned church in the rural Scottish highlands!

Uugh, it's like a fairytale and horror novel wrapped into one! Can't wait to do all my writing there!
Mealaibh ur naidheachd!

(I looked that up just for you.)

My daughter and I have been to Scotland twice; I'm going back with my daughter-in-law next year. I was DELIGHTED when she invited me along.
 
i had 2 fillings done 3 weeks ago.
week 1, i was in so much pain.
week 2, the pain had radiated to my front teeth and kept me up at night to where i'd have to take tylonol just to go to sleep.
When i called the dentist back and told them what was going on, they told me a little discomfort was normal and it will go away. I told them thats why i waited a week before calling, expecting it to go away, but 2 weeks of pain? thats not normal. They werent really believing me but scheduled me for an appointment the following week (this week).

I went back to the dentist yesterday, and come to find out, they didnt polish down the filling enough, and every time my teeth met, it was like chewing on a rock. so they polished it down (no charge!) and NO MORE PAIN!!!!

I had a pain-free night, yall! AND was able to eat on that side without sensitivity! 😭

Two weeks of pain is definitely not normal. :eek: And the dentist's office didn't believe you at first ... bastards. :mad:

Glad you're pain-free now. *offers JT Woody a high-five* :)
 
I'm very happy because, after many weeks of research and thinking and trying to finish my current chapter, I finally had a breakthrough in how I was going to achieve it! :)

It all started when I was listening to a classical radio station discussing Stravinsky's Rite of Spring, which described the sacrifice of a young maiden as "beautiful and awful". 😲 I started listening to the music, which gave me the inspiration ... and when I got home, I scribbled like mad for three-and-a-half hours, including breaks for research, deleting things, staring at the ceiling for inspiration, deleting more things and replacing them ... and finally writing a scene of my heroine succumbing to madness and delusion, recovering her wits, confronting the villainess who brought her to this brink, and a desperate fight (and flight) for her life and freedom ... 😳

And now it's finished!!! Huzzah!!! 😊🙂😊

Ahem. Sorry. I mean I'm mildly pleased, of course ... 😇

And now, it's 12:30 am and I'm exhausted and must go to bed. 'Night ... :sleep:
 
Huzzah even further. :) I worked on the chapter for another two-and-a-half hours, expanded the fight-and-flight scene to make it more exciting, fixed things that made no sense, and wrote a resolution to the whole damn thing. Word count? 3,207 words ... pretty spare, all things considered, but each word chosen carefully to do the job of two.

We'll see what my critique partner has to say about it! :)

In not-so-good news, I was walking into the supermarket this morning when I felt something sharp and hot enter the sole of my shoe. I thought it was a pebble and tried to scrape it off, but it just drove in a little deeper. Upon investigation, I discovered that it was a pin - the kind of pin that people use to pin a notice on a corkboard or notice-board. :eek:

I eventually managed to pull it out of my shoe, but WTF?! :( What kind of sadistic maniac goes scattering pins all over the place?

I told the supermarket people and showed them the pin, and we all took a good look around and found no other pins. Thank $deity$. I'm just glad it didn't make it as far as my foot, or I could have been dealing with a nasty, nasty infection right now. *shudder*
 
Huzzah even further. :) I worked on the chapter for another two-and-a-half hours, expanded the fight-and-flight scene to make it more exciting, fixed things that made no sense, and wrote a resolution to the whole damn thing. Word count? 3,207 words ... pretty spare, all things considered, but each word chosen carefully to do the job of two.

We'll see what my critique partner has to say about it! :)

In not-so-good news, I was walking into the supermarket this morning when I felt something sharp and hot enter the sole of my shoe. I thought it was a pebble and tried to scrape it off, but it just drove in a little deeper. Upon investigation, I discovered that it was a pin - the kind of pin that people use to pin a notice on a corkboard or notice-board. :eek:

I eventually managed to pull it out of my shoe, but WTF?! :( What kind of sadistic maniac goes scattering pins all over the place?

I told the supermarket people and showed them the pin, and we all took a good look around and found no other pins. Thank $deity$. I'm just glad it didn't make it as far as my foot, or I could have been dealing with a nasty, nasty infection right now. *shudder*

I once was walking the street with my hiking boots (I use them sometimes in light rain since they're water-resistant) and had a nail drive through my sole. Luckily, even though I felt the nail, it didn't break skin. Had I been wearing my regular shoe wear I would have probably also been in a bad place.
 
I once was walking the street with my hiking boots (I use them sometimes in light rain since they're water-resistant) and had a nail drive through my sole. Luckily, even though I felt the nail, it didn't break skin. Had I been wearing my regular shoe wear I would have probably also been in a bad place.
One time, I went to bar & grill after work with friends and stepped on one of those nylon headed tacks they put in the bottom of bar stools. Went right through the sole of my shoe. Hurt more when a co-worker pulled it out!

Good thing about it, the place paid for the Urgent Care visit plus my drink and another for anesthetic. :giggle:
 
about twenty years ago I jumped out of a digger on a building site and landed on a broken pallet that had four two inch nails sticking up, all four went through my boot sole and into my foot

Not good

These days if I’m doing site work I wear safety boots that have a steel or ABS plate on the midsole
 
When my son was about 10 years old, he stepped on a plank out the back and a rusty nail went through the sole of his shoes, making a very slight puncture wound. It wasn't severe and he'd had a tetanus from a similar escapade, so we didn't worry too much. Boys of that age, though, like the attention of a virile injury, so he borrowed a set of crutches from my niece and insisted on using them to get around for over a week, such was the extreme ordeal of placing his foot on the ground. It was August, nice weather, so we took ourselves off to Dublin for the horse show in the RDS. Ice cream warm weather.

At one point, we waited on the poor invalid to catch up, watching him as he stood leaning on the crutches with chocolate ice cream staining his face and once white t-shirt while sucking on his ventolin inhaler. If we'd put a can in front of him, he'd have made a fortune. I'd probably have offered a donation myself.

In a similar vein, maybe a year or two older, my daughter ran into something sharp out playing, splitting her knee in a wide gash that, as I recall it, exposed patella underneath. She crouched over it, asked if it was bad and suggested a bandage. If we didn't have one handy, she suggested closing it over with sellotape.
 
When I was about 10, I attempted to kickflip my skateboard into my hand like Marty McFly in Back to the Future. It hit me flush in the nuts and I collapsed in the driveway screaming. My dad witnessed the whole thing and nearly collapsed next to me in laughter. I'm assuming he checked first to make sure I wasn't going to die, but he might not have.
 
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