![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
A short "Not dead" to you my dear readers.
A sum-up of my Thursday, yesterday at this writing!
I went to a dentist for the first time in two years. My first male dentist, my first 100%-for-adults dentist. Surprisingly nice, he and his whole staff showed a lot of friendliness to my mom and me. And he had a reassuring face, round-faced old man with a prominent smile. Like Santa if Santa looked like him rather than like the fat old jolly we all know.
Anyway, a lot of tooth-scraping ensued (a slight bit worse because I had gone so long without it), but the verdict is I'm still cavity-free. I've been fortunate in that regard. So, day: +1
When we got home, we discovered that one of us had left the somewhat clogged downstairs bathroom sink running. Small flood, most of it soaking through to the basement. Day: -1
I had a very powerful urge to just go and hide in my room. A nearly crushing urge, of the sort I've always given in to because attempts to fight it just results in it getting stronger and me going nearly crazy. Except that this time I successfully resisted and went back down to the basement and contributed to the cleanup. An improvement. A small improvement, really, but an improvement! Day: +1
Overall day: +1. I had a good day. ^.~
And... I've been trying something. Something weird. Someone called it "simultaneously very cute, kind of creepy, and very clever". It's been helping me overcome my usual trip-ups (such as in the above cited incident), but it's peculiar enough I'm still not sure whether to post about it more publicly. I might just post it under a wider locked filter than I originally posted about it.
Briefly, it involves a specific re-makeover of my self-image plus a bit of inspiration from this, though I really sort of did my own thing. (Incidentally, the guy who wrote that essay actually used it to pull off something interesting. The mind's full of all kinds of fascinating, odd things.)
A sum-up of my Thursday, yesterday at this writing!
I went to a dentist for the first time in two years. My first male dentist, my first 100%-for-adults dentist. Surprisingly nice, he and his whole staff showed a lot of friendliness to my mom and me. And he had a reassuring face, round-faced old man with a prominent smile. Like Santa if Santa looked like him rather than like the fat old jolly we all know.
Anyway, a lot of tooth-scraping ensued (a slight bit worse because I had gone so long without it), but the verdict is I'm still cavity-free. I've been fortunate in that regard. So, day: +1
When we got home, we discovered that one of us had left the somewhat clogged downstairs bathroom sink running. Small flood, most of it soaking through to the basement. Day: -1
I had a very powerful urge to just go and hide in my room. A nearly crushing urge, of the sort I've always given in to because attempts to fight it just results in it getting stronger and me going nearly crazy. Except that this time I successfully resisted and went back down to the basement and contributed to the cleanup. An improvement. A small improvement, really, but an improvement! Day: +1
Overall day: +1. I had a good day. ^.~
And... I've been trying something. Something weird. Someone called it "simultaneously very cute, kind of creepy, and very clever". It's been helping me overcome my usual trip-ups (such as in the above cited incident), but it's peculiar enough I'm still not sure whether to post about it more publicly. I might just post it under a wider locked filter than I originally posted about it.
Briefly, it involves a specific re-makeover of my self-image plus a bit of inspiration from this, though I really sort of did my own thing. (Incidentally, the guy who wrote that essay actually used it to pull off something interesting. The mind's full of all kinds of fascinating, odd things.)
