to be on the verge of going Peig Sayers on it and making a poultice for me tooth?

[Doodadoo]

I am going a little bit insane with what appears to be a toothache. I have escaped the legendary pain of a toothache until 5 days ago, though I have heard it described in the worst possible terms throughout my life. I thought with sympathy of those who described the pain, as it appears to render the sufferer capable of poetic and graphic levels of imagery which terrified me in their descriptions. There was something about the brilliance of description which suggested that a toothache produced a pain worthy of note; an inspirational level of pain.

I'm now at the point of going Peig Sayers on it with leeches, or of attempting to fashion a poultice at the very least. Failing that, was it Robinson Crusoe who was marooned on an island or something who resorted to twine and a door to pull a tooth? If I knew which tooth was the culprit, I'd knock myself out trying that method too at this point. Nothing has been ruled out.

Fuck!!!!!!!! This pain is horrendous! What's worse is that I know that I have codeine here somewhere but can I fuck find it!

Irish doesn't just use possessive apostrophes. Oh no. Lord no. That would be far too simple.
We change the spelling entirely!

Ok, time to stop swilling the whiskey!

Slainté!

Nuair a bhíonn an fíon istigh bíonn an ciall amuigh. Nó uisce beatha sa chás sin.

I.too endured that torture.

I obviously paid more attention though as I know Peig would have had no sus with leeches.

Why did I open this thread??! The only thing I can remember about poor Peig is her eating the cake (basically white bread), practically all her male relatives drowning and the fact she smoked a pipe! Am I right in thinking that each family had their own pattern for their geansai so they could be identified after they drowned? Sometimes it's great to have a medical condition which causes brain fog! OP if you think a tooth abscess is painful it's nothing compared to the pain when you get the bill from the dentist! Mine cost €500 in 2017 for a root canal and whatever the antibiotics cost on top of that. And whiskey is the cure all in this case. Sure didn't they rub in on a baby's gums when they were teething?!!

GRMA :-) We Ulster Prods like a good whinge too. My mum is from the Ards, the locals not particularly famous for levity and optimism. I think I'm the only one in the bun rang. Everyone else probably got a dose of Peig - or whoever the caint Uladh version is- in their youth and a lot of them are going back to classes now to help their grandchildren.

I'm a bit interested in history as I have a great- great something Presbyterian minister uncle who was exiled to America after the battle of Ballynahinch for being a United Irishman. My dad's side of the family are from Donemana which has a very particular accent different to the rest of Tyrone. I think the flow and morphing of languages and accents in different areas through time is really fascinating.

That wasn’t Peig’s son, that was Muiris O’Súilleabháin, who laterjoined the gardaí, desperately tried to get a publisher for his second memoir, quit the gardaí, and drowned off Galway just after rejoining. I always wonder what happened to the massive royalties that must have accrued to Peig’s estate after the book went on the Leaving Cert in 1962 — she’d died in 1958, but her surviving children should have been raking it in…

Actually I kind of like Peig’s book. I like her deciding that even marrying into the Blasket is better than going back to work as a cailín aimsire.The one that gives me toothache is Tomás O’Criomhthain’s AntOileánach.

Really? She is personally responsible for the utter trauma of generations of Irish people. I can't believe anyone would voluntarily read anything of hers. Not that she wrote anything herself as she was illiterate in Irish.

I love that we’re discussing g the Tuiseal Ginideach. Someone introduce the Módh Conníolleach next.

Sure do. Leaving Cert 1984.
”Five Honours and a 175. A reputation and a licence to drive”

Fuck off now with yer posh words there.

Thankfully I was spared the horrors of Peig as I came to Ireland later in life as a blow in. My DH and SILs still speak of her occasionally in hushed tones, such is the remembered leaving cert trauma.

OP, I suggest you need another drop of the aul' uisce beatha, it'll knock you out until the morning. The addition of a slice of lemon with a few cloves stuck in is DH's preferred remedy for everything, toothache and all.

Oranges are what set this pain off! Lemons are now out of the question.

An EDUCATION and a licence to drive.

Notions.

I've got this for when you run out of supplies OP. When I worked down south they used to rub it on horse's tendons so maybe it'll do your tooth some good.

No need for it either. Goin around the place in her car. No need.

Irish here too but love Peig Sayers..Good memories.
As you're lrish Op poitin would help if you happen to have any!!

Mine was 1990. I got 29 points (out of the old 30 points/32 if you did Honours Maths, which I didn’t) system, and a B in Honours Irish. Which I feel I deserved for slogging through Oíche an ghála mhór, and the girls who went picking winkles on the strand on Good Friday and were drowned by a freak wave for being irreligious hussies.

@Sgtmajormummy plenty of 175's in 1984 but not too many licenses as I recall. Insurance? What's that?

"I love that we’re discussing g the Tuiseal Ginideach. Someone introduce the Módh Conníolleach next."
I don't know what either of those things are yet but I'm a bit nervous already. Thanks for the tips

"plenty of 175's in 1984 but not too many licenses as I recall."
I'd say everyone I qualified with in Dublin twenty years ago is still happily driving round on their Provisional.

I think the reading of Peig Sayers itself should numb the pain, followed by a few decades of the rosary!

Did you ever think about entering the convent @AnSionnachGlic?