Happiness is...


Finding the 1 screw missing from my all metal Hegel H200 remote while cleaning under my couch cushions for the first time in years before I sucked it into the vacuum.... smiley

maprik
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Still looking for the high-pressure nozzle that launched off my pressure washer. Think maybe a crow found it.

@maprik did you happen to find the missing screw for my Allnic phono stage? Enjoy the music

Investing in a set of scores of mini drivers in a case and fixing everything for everyone. 

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Happiness is being in the cockpit of your sailboat, many miles from nowhere in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico, with engine problems, cleaning the carburater jets to your engine with carb-cleaner, lighting your hands on fire as you light a cigarette, reacting to fire by throwing the tiny little carburater jet a hundred feet into the air!

...And hearing the tiny little carburater jet land in the dinghy that is tied up 15 feet behind the sailboat! 😀

 @unclewilbur 

I am pretty sure if you were in the Gulf of America. It would’ve landed in the water.

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It's been over a decade, and I still laugh at the extraordinary luck!!!  😂

There's nothing like drifting away at sea with engine problems, lightning yourself on fire, and feeling lucky about it all!!!! 🤣

Did you find the screw to my frontal lobe it's missing and I have no impulse inhibition.the frontal lobe gets to doing many interesting things when my screw is gone to hold it together.that should get the party going 🤔. 

"I adore simple pleasures, they are the last refuge of the complex." Oscar Wilde

This thread would be great if more people contributed their stories!

Hint hint! Come on people!

...installing the AKITIKA pre-amp into the third system and being rewarded with instant music, and no smoke...

 

or finding a Tascam 112 MK II in a thrift store  (I know..Cassettes?  Right?)

 

or finding a VG+ Whalefeathers in the used book store at the antique mall for literally a small fraction of its value. (All the records here are two bucks, the books as marked...)

Happiness is not mistaking a fart for the real thing during colonoscopy preparations!

Happiness is sheltering in Fort Jefferson during a category 3 hurricane, and being one step away from the blue plasma of a lightning strike that bolted out of the ceiling, and missed me by ten inches!

Finding my wife's engagement ring on the sink in the restroom of a gas station we left 5 miles ago. 

She went through a phase of taking the rings off to wash up. Still does on occasion.

We lost the platinum wedding band down the central console of the car when she’d take them off to put on hand cream. 

why would she take off the ring @noromance ?

@gano 

I think I know what you mean, but you’re still alive.

Since the subject is "Happiness is" it helps to find a positive ending for a disastrous story.

 

For example, when I was about 6 or 7 years old we had a serious car accident. We slid off an icy road, and down a long hill toward a big lake where we probably would have drowned in ice water. But instead, we bounced off a tree, and crashed into a nice lake cottage. We went all the way through the wall, and were looking at a man and his wife, in bed on the other side of the room! 

 

They were shocked upright in bed with jaws hanging wide open, and horror in their eyes. And we were looking back at them with the same horror!

 

So, in this story, happiness is narrowly avoiding a drowning death, by bouncing off a tree, crashing into a house, and meeting a nice couple in bed on the other side of the room!

 

PS... Just in case these stories seem hard to believe, I promise they are all completely true. I’m pretty sure I’ve had a very unusual life! 

@unclewilbur your stories are believable and amazing. And I agree, if I survived it, it's not sad overall, and has an uplifting angle :) Just discussing it makes me feel lucky.

 

 

 

 

 

@unclewilbur 
I’ll give it a go.... ;)

- A cd player we’ve got that the center disc disappeared into our local void.
  Said disc is the part that keeps the cd centered in play.
  No clue as to where it went, and that it could come loose.
-When spouse and I were yet to be more than ’interested’ in each other, shared a 
  vaca to Canada.  Stayed at a nice hotel there, enjoying the area and each other.
  One amours’ morning, the maid came in when we’d just finished a ’wild thing’          sess...   Vaguely similar to your car interrupt, certainly cheaper, but just as much      of a  moment after the fact... (No, the maid bailed...’damn"  *L*)
-Very long ago, hitchhiking back home one evening, got picked up by a guy in his      VDub bus...puttering on, he looks at me and yells !" just before a loud      bang that flipped the bus into 3.5 rolls.  Driver was belted, I was not.  Bus lying on    my side, feet on the seat, shoulders on roof, left hand on visor, right hand on            shattered window...

"You OK?!" from the driver, hanging from his belt.... Well, seems so, let’s get out...

Accomplished by climbing up ’n out his side, which is now the ’upside’...
End of the van looked like a giant pliers had pinched the tail into a V.
Nearby neighborhooders *tsk tsked*, "...happens ’bout once a month someone runs the stop signs.." (We hadn’t..).
PD came, took everyone’s story, got to me...noted name, the etc.
"..and you’re...?"

One very lucky ass hitchhiker...free to continue that? 
*Shrug* "Sure...hope you luck holds..."

Me?  Bruised a little...a small cut in the palm of my right hand.

...and this story.
Nobody hurt but 2 cars thrashed...and still a long way home to go.

Going way back, I used to live like I had a death wish, and although I didn't (have a death wish), I am surprised that I didn't screw up and actually do something that wound up killing me. Therefore, I guess happiness is: looking back on the years that have followed since my misguided youth and being thankful for those years, because, all and all, they weren't too bad.  

Happiness is listening quietly to a Jazz Quartet with my legs up, my eyes closed and a smile on my face.

And now I live out on a mountain top
And I'm almost thirty-five
And I've found my peace and I've found my release
And I'm happy just to be alive

Andy Pratt/Avenging Annie/1973

I went on a bike ride yesterday and there was a construction on my planned route. I had to get around it. I tried a shortcut and got lost. I ended up biking 1 hour and 10 minutes, a third of it uphill. I was spitting my lungs out. Then I felt like a champ for exercising that much, Like it was intentional! In my over the hill age. That was happiness (for a minute)

About three and a half years ago I was experiencing some intermittent sensations in my chest that felt a bit strange, so I convinced my VA doc to write an order for a cardiac stress test.  The results did not indicate blockages, and regardless of that not being definitive of good coronary health, at the time it made me happy. 

@immatthewj 

Atrial Fibulation?

It's an irregular heart beat, check into it.

It feels like a flutter in the heart.

Mine is controlled fairly well by a few pills.

 

@gano 

If you're over the hill, look for downhill bike rides, and keep your tires inflated.  😃

@asvjerry 

There's also a void in my cheap 5 disc player where discs disappear.

How the heck does that happen?

Maybe some day I'll fix it before there is a multi-disc collision. 😂

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Atrial Fibulation?

It’s an irregular heart beat, check into it.

It feels like a flutter in the heart.

Mine is controlled fairly well by a few pills.

No, @unclewilbur , the 10-lead they ran at the time of the stress test showed a perfect NSR.  A bit over a year later, I felt as if I was having palpations and I could actually take my own radial pulse and feel a skipped beat and confirm that by listening with my steth, and I initially thought of PVCs.  I called the VA and they said they would pay for me to go to the ED and get checked, and there they ran a 12-lead for a while and told me it was perfect . . . no A-fib or PVCs or anything else.  I said, "But doc, I can check my pulse and feel a skipped beat intermittently," and the ED doc said, "You want my advice?"  And I was like, "Of course I do!"  He said, "Quit checking your pulse!"  Anyway, whatever I was experiencing was not happening when I was hooked up to the monitor.

After that the VA ordered a monitor for me to wear for a few weeks, and the results came back as occasional runs of SVT, which is a junctional rhythm but generally benign.  However, I do remember from the classroom that V-tach (which is "usually" NOT a benign rhythm)  usually devolves from a junctional rhythm.  

Anyway, I am still here, but as I typed previously in this thread, I do not have a death wish, and most days when I wake up, I’d like to live until at least the next day.

you could get an ablation @immatthewj to be 100%. But it sounds like you are fine. I wasn't.

Some of these arrhythmia types can be nasty and just mess up the heartbeat to a point of no return. Seemingly innocent little electrical signals. 

Some of these arrhythmia types can be nasty and just mess up the heartbeat to a point of no return

Yup.  If you go into V-tach and then V-fib, if you are not in the right place and around the right people, that is generally the end of the line.  And even if you are (around the right people in the right place) it is still a crap shoot.

@immatthewj 

You’ve used a lot of terms and acronymacronyms that I don’t know. I’ll have to do some googling. I think you wrote that you were a nurse? So you’re a smarty pants with medical terms! 😁

@gano 

In the last month my heart has been from one extreme to another. 

I don't want sympathy, so I'll skip the specifics. 

But it's been strange.

Happiness is a day with peace of mind, and no problems. 😉

 

You’ve used a lot of terms and acronymacronyms that I don’t know. I’ll have to do some googling. I think you wrote that you were a nurse? So you’re a smarty pants with medical terms! 😁

I suppose that I am, @unclewilbur ; I used to take a perverse pride in writing my nursing notes in a form that only a nurse or doc could interpret.  I always figured maybe I’d throw the lawyers off in case I ever got sued.  But I guarantee you that this technique wouldn’t work.  Anyway, I’ll save you the google, NSR=normal sinus rhythm which is what we all want, v-tach is ventricular tachycardia which, if it devolves to pulseless v-tach, is a bad thing (lethal) and usually if not always devolves into v-fib which is ventricular fibrillation which is always lethal unless corrected (and v-tach and v-fib are the only two rhythms that the text books say are shockable, but since I’ve never been a glory nurse, I only know what the textbook says, so I do not know what they might actually try in the ED or CCU).  (But by the text books, flatline, aka asystole, is NOT shockable, contrary to what many of the shows on TV show.)  (And the battery operated AED will only let the user shock v-tach or v-fib, so if a doc was going to try to shock a flatline, it would have to be with the paddles.)  Anyway, premature ventricular contractions are PVCs and my understanding is that they show up on a rhythm strip as an upside down QRS complex and I had always THOUGHT that they came off as a skipped beat when listening with a steth, but maybe I was wrong, because the ED doc said I was perfect (which I do not believe).  SVTs are supra ventricular tachycardia which is a junctional rhythm meaning that it starts somewhere (I believe) above the ventricles and NOT in the sino-atrial node (SA node) which is the normal pacemaker for the heart. After typing all of this, keep in mind that I was never a glory nurse and I NEVER had a patient on a monitor (except in school) so basically this is, for me, all theoretical I am passing on.  Except for the few times I have administered CPR, and in those instances there was something going on that had resulted in cardiac arrest (a patient in pulseless v-tach is NOT theoretical nor in v-fib).   Anyway, if I left any of the acronyms I love to use out, let me know and I’ll elaborate on those as well.

to me, @immatthewj sounds like a hypochondriac :)

@gano , I think that’s what the ED doc was thinking, and maybe my VA doc also.  My VA doc would listen to my heart with his steth and tell me it sounded perfect.  I told him it was like "the dancing frog,"  which was that old cartoon about a guy that had a frog that would tap dance when they were alone, but when he brought it out in public to show off, it just sat there.  I may, in fact, be a hypochondriac, but it is honestly not that I want something to be wrong with my heart, I actually really and truly want my heart to operate within the parameters of a normal rhythm, and regardless of what the docs have told me, I know what " lub-dub/lub-dub/lub-dub [abrupt pause] lub-dub/lub-dub. . . ." sounds like.  But in all honesty, I’d rather be a hypochondriac than experiencing an arrythmia, so if it is the former, I can happily live with that.

 

. . . what I used to describe happiness as being was: firing up the charcoal grill and pounding a ice cold beer while the coals started burning down and then singeing a 2" thick slab of New York strip and washing down that blue-rare piece of beef with some more ice cold beers.  It has been at least a few years since I have done that.