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The first one is "the check-up" because maybe you didn't actually need anything doing. Also, they seem to have timed appointments depending on the treatment you are going to have at my dentist's.

 

I do not wish to appear morbid. I am as happy and as contented with my lot as the next OAP but I have a fear of being put in a home with a load of other dribbling, spaced out geriatrics who are doing nothing more than wasting space, oxygen and precious nutrition. I will vote for any party with the guts to bring the Euthanasia discussion into the public domain,
sincerely,
Jenny

 

no .... the 1st one is to charge me a bit extra as the dentist is not fully booked, and his Porche insurance is high

the 2nd one is to do the work and then charge again

I phone and say that my filling has fallen out and needs replacing ... simple really .... no need for 2 appointments? ....

 

Hi Jenny,
A few of my mums friends go to these "suicide coventions", my mums interested in it too. I think its like a group meeting where they discuss going abroad to die and stuff they are are all perfectly healthy as far as i know but they do seem to have some sort of paranoia of suddenly being put in a home or having a serious accident leaving them paralyzed It is a bit morbid...

 

My missus is stressed. There's no doubt about that. She's a stay-at-home mum, which I reckon is the hardest job in the world. No doubt rewarding, but hard. This is yet another thing the doctor couldn't be bothered to discuss with her.

 

just a suggestion ...

why don't you join gym with your wife and go together .... it's always easier when you go with someone else that you know

if gym is out of the question, look at something else such as cycling etc ... if you don't have bicycles, you could get 2 cheap 2nd hand ones off gumtree etc

there are many other ways to get fit .... if there is a gym nearby, go one night and hqave a look ... you will be amazed ... there are people of all ages there ... we have an old guy in his 80's ... he goes to gym 7 times a week, and all he does is walk briskly for 20 minutes on the treadmill .... he does not do any other excercise at gym, and I have even seen him on the treadmill with trainers and dressed in his suit (jacket and tie off)

 

Forty eight pounds? A bargain, lad, an absolute bargain. Until recently OH hadn't been to the dentist since he was twelve. He didn't like what the dentist did to him so he decided not to go back and no one managed to make him. As a result, his teeth are much better than mine because they weren't been drilled to bits just so a dodgy NHS dentist could turn profit. But at Christmas his luck finally ran out when he developed raging toothache. Finding a dentist who could be a**ed to see him proved to be a challenge. When one was eventually found, OH said he just wanted the tooth taken out. It was a back tooth. The gap wouldn't show. 'Take it out!', said the dentist in horror, 'we don't do that any more. We're not barbarians. All you need is a filling. That'll be two hundred quid.' The filling was duly done, but the pain didn't subside. OH 'phoned the surgery. 'Should it hurt like this?'. No one knew. Or cared. Several months on and the pain became intolerable. OH returned to the surgery. The tooth had a deep seated infection, which hadn't been spotted before. The filling would have to come out and a capsule of antibiotic put in its place. Later, root canal work would be needed. Another three hundred quid. Hey ho. The new work was done. Then, two days before we were due to go on holiday, OH ate some cereal for breakfast. Just ordinary old cornflakes, nothing with nuts and bolts in it. His tooth snapped. He made an emergency appointment with the dentist, who slapped a temporary filling on it before announcing cheerily that there was nothing much to be done, and the best thing was probably to have the tooth taken out.

 

Bad luck Claralou but, looking on the bright side - just think of the squillions your OH has saved by staying away over the years!!

 

We've got bikes, and used to go cycling regularly, proper hard rides too. Off road for 30+ miles at a time. Then the lad came along and we got out of the routine. We've been planning on getting back into it for a while now, I guess we just needed a kick up the butt to get on with it. Move back up home was meant to give us more free time, as the two mothers (mine and wife's) and 3 sisters would make up an ample pool of babysitters, but for some reason it hasn't really turned out that way so far.

 

It's not easy being a first-time Mum, you worry most of the time as to whether you're 'doing it right'; from the second they wake up until they fall asleep, there's the constant stream of 'yak, yak, why, why, yak, yak' so beloved of small children, not to mention having to be one jump ahead of them all the time, then your husband comes home and wants to talk about 'normal' things and your brain is still in 3-year-old mode. It's no wonder you get stressed.

When I look at my 3 now, all grown up, I realise they've turned into well-rounded young women probably in spite, rather than because, of my maternal efforts. Yes, the first ran me ragged, by the time I got to the third I reckoned I'd got this parenting lark pretty well licked and worried a whole lot less. I'd learnt to shut out the constant chatter and that just saying 'yes' or 'no' every couple of minutes (irrespective of what they were saying) was perfectly acceptable - since they weren't listening to me either - and the only time I really worried was when the 3 of them were together and everything went quiet (the one thing that hasn't really changed)!

I loved (and still do) being a Mum, despite the fact that having 3 all under school age at one point, meant I was often so tired I could barely think; but although I love them equally, I also realise that I (sort of) enjoyed the 'bringing up' of the younger 2 more - I suppose I just stopped worrying about them and learned to trust my instinct.

 

That was so lovely to read FM. You put very good building blocks in and the 3 "structures" are a credit to you I'm sure.
It all paid off, congratulations,
Jenny namaste

 

Yes, our families turned out to be less than enthusiastic babysitters too.

 

Opposite problem here. No shortage of offers, but wife keeps making up excuses as to why its not convenient or the timing is bad etc. Truth is, I just think she can't delegate. She puts too much on herself.

 

Kidnap her and take on a nice holiday somewhere lol

 

hmmm sounds just like me ,but the thought of getting 7 kids ready, keeping them clean ahhh yes I do like nights in at home

I have been on beta blockers about 7/8 years now, to control migraines, but I have also found I don't stress out half as much