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Teeth I've had toothache for about a year now, using various pills and ointments to keep it at bay... well I had new, opposite side of the mooth, toothache over the New Year, specifically Hogmanay itself. I was down in Ayrshire though, which turned out to be a benefit rather than a hinderance, so I found after I called NHS24 for advice.
I was allocated a slot next day at Crosshouse Hospital and the tooth was promptly whupped oot.

This then posed the problem of having to eat on my existing toothached side. Nothing pleasant there then.

Now in a one person dies as one is born-esque way, ashley cut her first tooth yesterday. I hope she has more luck with them than I have with mine. Her biting has already annoyed me though as her 'fang' is deathly sharp!

I can't state enough how important good dental hygeine is for your overall health. Toothache is gowping. When people say things like, "Aye there's nothin worse than insert thing here" I always reply, "toothache is worse" and it is.

I have never been good with my teeth regime. Brushing when I remember instead of twice a day. Eating all the wrong foods. Not attending the dentist. Now I'm cashing in the rewards of this life of neglect. and it hurts.

Incidentally on this subject, I found Orajel in tesco(danestone) yesterday, I used this stuff in the states and it kicks the ass of anything else for toothache. Benzocaine kicks ass!

btk.

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Dad, the kitchen is full of smoke... ...is one phrase you don't want to hear on a sleepy Sunday morning. Yes, I know, I didn't know Sundays had a morning part either but there you go.

The title snippet was uttered by kid-thekid the first this Sunday morning though. I shot downstairs, stopping only to pull on my breeks, (the hoose might be on fire but seeing me in the all together could put my kids in therapy for life, Catty only looks when she has to,) flew into the living room, passing kid-thekids 2 and 3 and burst into the kitchen.

Aye, she was right enough, the kitchen was indeed full of smoke, but hang on, what was the black cinders in the hands of kid-thekid the second? Yes, she had been trying to make toast, using the toaster. This is a good development since nothing is in flames at that moment.

The amount of smoke was amazing though, for 2 slices of toast, which she concurred were inedible, although the bite marks showed she had tried. I opened the windows, gave the kids stern warnings about going in the kitchen when parentsthekid aren't around and closed the kitchen door.

Not a word on my parenting skills please....

btk ;oP

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That ship, called, dig-ni-teeeeeeeeee. Innes says, "you can't put a price on your dignity"

How about £30 to £330?

That's how much it COSTS me to go out to work. What's wrong with this picture? I thought it was a Labour government! haha. First, let me explain the workings of my financial situation...

Catty works full time(or will once her maternity ends) at Aker Kvaerner. She makes about the same amount of money as I make at the cooncil. You'd think therefor that by me working we'd be doubling our income right?

Wrong!

You see we have children, four, young, children to be precise. Well it turns out you need to provide care for them (ha! who'd have thought, eh?). This care has to happen even when you can't provide it yourself because, say, you need to go to work at the cooncil.

Step in the childminders. Except, we have FOUR children, looking for childminding mid-school year. Four children just isn't a workable number. Childminders have one, two or if you are really lucky three spaces available. But they aren't cheap.

During school time alone it would cost £30-£50 MORE THAN I MAKE PER WEEK per week, just for childcare. During school holidays this would soar to almost £350 MORE THAN I MAKE PER WEEK per week. This takes into account the tax credits childcare allowance.

I am forced to resign my job when Catty goes back after her maternity leave. I mean, who pays to go to work?? It's a sorry state indeed when you are better off not working.

Labels: Aberdeen, Kids, Work

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