#nhsdentist

[buckiedental]

Trusted Dentist in Buckie | NHS & Private Care for Every Smile

Need a dentist in Buckie? Buckie Dental Practice offers a full range of NHS & private treatments — from routine check-ups to dental implants, whitening, veneers, crowns, bridges, and smile makeovers. New patients always welcome! Friendly team, relaxed environment, and care tailored to you. 📅 Book your appointment today! 👉 https://www.buckiedental.co.uk/contact.aspx

[wandsworthdentalcenter]

Wandsworth Dental Looking for a trusted NHS dentist in Wandsworth? Discover top-quality dental care at our Wandsworth clinic. From routine check-ups to Invisalign treatments, our experienced team offers comprehensive dental services. Book your appointment today!

[dentalcliniclondon]

How to Find an NHS dentist?

🦷 Struggling to find an NHS dentist in London? Look no further! Our latest blog post has got you covered with tips and insights to help you navigate the process with ease. Say goodbye to dental woes and hello to a healthy smile! 😄

👉 Check out the full article here: https://www.dentalclinic.london/blog/how-to-find-an-nhs-dentist

[mille-at-home]

Mulberry blush.

This half term malarkey has sure whizzed past! Mind you I have been up to my eyes in mulberry burst and plum wallpaper trying to get the painting finished for husbands leave week. I managed it and my dear boss even came round and helped put the to bed together so that he didn't have to come home and build a bed! I am pretty sure he appreciated it but was a little taken over in awe of the finished loft conversion. I must admit it is like sleeping in a plush hotel suite every night - pure bliss. I think we can safely say, it has been worth it. (Will share a before and after). Next project (apart from Cory's 14th birthday) was to help me get Erin's 'new' room (our old one) decorated before the weekend. She needs a few days to settle in as she doesn't do change in routines very well so we aimed to have her in by Friday. Husband has been a refreshing change in help as we actually managed to get her in a day earlier than planned, I would say it's been fun but I'm not quite sure he would share my enthusiastic description of decorating; well, it's a good job someone in the house enjoys the changing rooms I guess. Erin has learnt some valuable life skills and built a flat pack stool all by herself with an alun key (is that the right spelling?) and helped paint the walls in her room. Actually for the last 5 years I have scowled every night at the awful bumpy ceiling, I payed £100 when he was in Afghanistan (as a surprise) to have the ceiling and above the picture rail skimmed of the awful woodchip paper. (This stuff was on every wall and ceiling when we bought the house) Anyway the guy who did it, was definitely from Bodgit & scarper ltd and it certainly was a surprise for husband as it was a bloody mess, so was the carpet and I have been reminded nightly of my disaster cash payment! It pays to get the pros in sometimes is all I will add to that mistake! Anyway, Erin now has this room and to save the hassle of skimming and sizing ceilings after all the building work I decided a darker colour would cover the bumps. It's now sky blue with white walls and looks pretty effective for a football girl. She loves it and has trebled the space she had. Oh and by the way, it does indeed cover the bumps! I am having a weeks break from the paintbrush, but only a week as I am at the garage helping out; but I also start my keyboard lessons, (eeeeek) Cory has a physiotherapy appointment follow up, since wearing the metal plates for 6 weeks, (I am a little apprehensive of the results) and then it's full steam ahead to put some life into Cory's black and white room. (Is it a teenager thing, this colour blindness?) but he is eager to help with a frog tape design. Then it's the huge task of the hallway; but you I'm not all decorating barmy - new carpet is going in his room and into the main hallway in 3 weeks so ideally I want to paint before the carpet goes down. See, there is a logical side to me! Erin has had the 'specialist' dental appointment this week, (I wrote it and rewrote it several times) attended by myself and husband, but our observation was pretty much identical, whilst Erin sat in this huge blue clinical chair the dentist carried on waffling to the very nice and patient (it has to be said) nurse. Erin started crying for no reason other than she was left in this chair whilst the dentist carried on at her computer screen behind her (she couldn't see her) talking to the nurse as to why Erin was referred?! Oh my bloody days?! These NHS dentists are truly a special breed. We told them Erin had X-rays done at the hospital one month ago but they couldn't find the records on screen so, they will take more at the next visit - who says the NHS waste money huh?! The usual lecture about bad parenting follows ie: sugar, sugar & sugar but basically any food into orifice is bad, bad, bad unless it's a carrot! There is no denying I have done something wrong where Erin's teeth are concerned but she has eaten just the same as Cory (who's teeth are fine by the way) and as he is 14, I can tell you now, Erin has been far more obsessed with teeth cleaning than her brother. I remain a baffled bad parent on the teeth front! Which leaves just the 'S' word to leave you with. How wonderful to have the husband home to help me this half term but the snoring (maybe it's the new luxurious bed) has taken the snoring to a next level of decibels! Am I allowed to look forward to next week? It seems so wrong when all I want is him home, on the other hand, I have worked the poor man so hard with white one coat and sky blue that he may well be thinking just the same! The joys of military living huh?! Tee hee....have a good weekend. Mille xx

[mille-at-home]

Appointments!

I sit here today sipping my lemsip and feeling quite sorry for own backside after just about managing to function and get Erin into school on time with the added guilt that I sent Cory to school poorly. Saturday night this kid was in bed at 9pm with a raging fever and cough, by the next morning he felt better but the cough and blocked nose were an irritation more than anything. Although he wanted to stay at home yesterday it is assessment week at school and he didn't want to miss this. Off he went looking pretty dishevelled, he must have been feeling ill as his lunch was untouched but this morning I still sent the poor kid as I was worried another letter 'attendance reminder' may come through the door. I receive a text at 9.20am to say he is in the hub after suffering a nose bleed - now when Cory has a nose bleed they are pretty powerful things; so I can only imagine the worry from a teacher. Apparently it started on route to school and with no tissues on him he probably looked like he had had a fight on the way in by the time he got in. The long and short of it is although I phoned the school to check up on him - he had gone back to class. An hour later I have a call to ask me to collect Cory who has a fever. He does indeed so that is a few days rest for him! It's been a little hellish in the last week trying to get appointments! I seem to have appointments for dentists, physiotherapists, carpet fitters, plumbers coming out of a very small amount of working grey matter but, I am only triumphant that I manage to right it all down onto a calendar; most of the time. Key to successful MU living is routine, routine, routine and I do try, try, try but I also get it wrong! (a lot) The specialist dental appointment for Erin was changed (by them) I then forgot the new date and realised too late I had sent her to school as normal, I tried all day to call but no answer and an answer phone says the surgery is busy, doesn't say you have to leave a message and someone calls you back? Rather than pick up the phone? Anyway a bizarre system. I send a thousand apologies and the very very curt women at reception gives me another date. I write it down on the calendar. I then get a letter saying I have missed two appointments and I am discharged? Damn this! I phone and say the appointment is tomorrow? To be told it was last week and I cost the NHS at each missed appointment. (I swear it wasn't) I leave another message but it's a 'No' from them. So, Richie calls...I have a new appointment. My life depends on this date and I have set everything around it, cancelling guitar lesson etc etc and yesterday they call to cancel it again! And people wonder why we Mum's get it wrong! Not only do I have to remember all these dates and appointments but I also have to remember my Mums too. Mum is not doing so well, she hasn't had any assessment for help at home yet?! There is no way you can move these people!!! I just give up with social care. I phoned Mum yesterday to check the time for her hospital appointment this Friday. (Richie will be home early so that I can take her) and she is fuming at the home for yet again forgetting to order her medication? This is every month? Apparently the staff just asked if 'one of her daughters could collect the script' so Mum has had a little bit of a temper tantrum at them and is threatening to rent a flat somewhere? She has 1 hour per week (she pays £16 for) to take her shopping to a small local Sainburys store but with 'staff shortages' they are allegedly always late and its ending up a quick half an hour trip as they are allocated to other people at certain times. This is not good for someone with complex needs so she is becoming increasingly irate. (This is also not good for said daughter who undoubtedly will have to calm and outburst). Ok, I admit to being selfish here but I have suggested online shopping instead. Unfortunately the shop gets her out once a week but if it's turning into a drama with the care staff it needs some careful management - cue Mille. I am going up this weekend to introduce her to the online world! Whilst I cough, splutter and remain feeling sorry for myself my son is sleeping soundly on the sofa even with all the drilling and banging going on with the plumbers upstairs?! We are the house of ill at the moment and although I really just want to have a hot bath and get in my pyjamas but I do have to go back out and collect Erin. It's the life! Have a good week all. Mille X

[mille-at-home]

Dentists and dog.

Had a bit of a blip in the dentistry world! Oh dear me, why is it so complicated. My fault as our dentist moved about 12 months ago, although I did have a letter telling me we would move with them, it was so long ago that I don't remember the bit stating we must all go for the routine check to stay registered. Cory has been going every 3 months to the orthodontist for brace tightening in the meantime so in my lapse on dentistry receptionist training - I assumed (I know, I know, I taught this myself to others - ass/u/me) but hey. I failed in my own preaching and we have all been reregistered! Damn it, only the husband escapes this as he has the army dentist and does not have to concern himself with these civilian blips! It has taken me many hours on the phone to different numbers where I do eventually find one surgery who answer their phone, but I can't register over the phone apparently and have to take all three of us in person! Guess what we are doing tomorrow. At least my lesson has been learnt, I shall keep up the routine checks! There is no choice, no recommendations just get in with anyone who takes NHS patients. (Or anyone who answers the phone) The orthodontics were not too impressed with me either when I told them and I was sternly told to register elsewhere as soon as possible! Bad Mummy award to me. Cory is looking forward to the braces being removed and really hoped this time may be closer as his teeth are perfectly straight but apparently the 'bite' isn't where is should be yet so he has a little while longer to go. Quite frankly I will also be relieved as he really does not eat well with them on and he is pretty underweight for a lad who is almost as tall as me. He was happy when the dentist suggested ice cream though, this lessons the pain on the metal brace, so we stocked up on ice cream on the way home. I tried to encourage variety with little hundreds and thousands, little chocolate ball thingies and the like but dear Erin had enjoyed this so much that the kitchen floor has been awash of sugar strands and bloody balls for days! If the furry Hoover (Norton) could see them I'm sure it wouldn't be half as bad but I am glad these little things have now run out! I will replace the ice cream but I am going to selectively 'forget' any hundreds and thousands these things are aptly named I feel; the little blighters get everywhere! We had a wonderful weekend together - well, he just made it home for my night out with the ladies from theatre school, he was delayed in north bound Bristol traffic and my boss arrived to collect me before he got in, it was a quick handover of 'all is fine - see you later' got to love this MU stuff huh?! I think he forgave me for getting in at stupid o clock but, we just sat in a beautiful garden with sea views, crisp things and alcohol chatting and talking over the summer show and summer school, it was a giggle. We are such super cool, out there rebels that we played a board game! It was hilarious mind! Blooming multi - talented ones were a bit too good at the cranium game mind! Stupid o clock arrived and we waited outside for what seemed like an age because the taxi couldn't find the road! Sunday we headed off to Spitchwick on Dartmoor with my best friend and her brood. Now this is where being an army wife is perfect as he got up on Sunday, brought me tea in bed, told me not to worry as he was packing?! Now I know that any intervention from me would not be too welcomed so I am happy to sip the tea given. (I think he plans this secretly - to keep me out of the way) This man is definitely one to be around should a zombie apocalypse or something occur because even on a day out this man thinks of everything. He can pack a whole day into two bags whereas I would probably have the same amount of stuff in four or five bags! Out comes the obligatory (but very handy) day sack, ice pack, food cooler, plastic containers, tea, coffee, sugar, milk and a little jet boil thing he bought in Afghanistan...this thing is amazing - It boils water in 60seconds from a little gas canister so we were happy caffeine induced adults for the day. Talking of packing everything, he does so well as he knows and always ribs me for being his little 'English Rose' i.e. I only have to sit in the sun for ten minutes and I burn! Yes, I did burn but he remembered the sun cream of course. He applied the sun cream for me and the afternoon continued, only on the way back he is complaining about stinging knees...he has not applied said sun cream to himself and is now sporting rather burnt knees and a fabulous pattern on both feet from his sandals! (Tee hee) My English Rose indeed! Norton is far more comfortable in his skin on the medication, he is not scratching and tomorrow he finishes the steroids; but today has been difficult. Over the weekend he has struggled on his back legs, one leg in particular and he has fallen a few times. Today, whilst the Guinea pigs came out for their daily tube and assault course in the hallway, I moved Norton's bed only to find he had obviously been incontinent - this I know is not a good sign. Cory later gave him his food and asked why he was eating it side on, when I looked his left leg had collapsed, he didn't seem to notice and carried on eating so I corrected his back end but it folded underneath him again, so I held the poor dogs back legs up so he could eat his dinner and he walked off fine? I am hoping this is just the effects of the medication but I am also aware that this may be the beginning of he end. Cory knows this too after seeing him today and has been rather emotional to say the least. Tomorrow we will register at a dentist but we are also going to go into town and buy some dog bowls on a stand so that he doesn't need to bend when he eats, we have had this dog from a pup and we will look after him in his old age as best we can. Medication, well I had a distressed call from my Mum tonight over many small issues but it would seem the worst bug of hers being that yet again the staff have not ordered her repeat medication on time (I really am trying to be non opinionated here) so she has been out of her medication for four days and out of inhalers for two?! It beggars belief eh? This has resulted in my mother getting on her mobility scooter and going to the pharmacy herself and collecting it! Four days?! so I can imagine how she was on her return to the home and she has indeed had a shouty match at the Manager (I cringe) so I guess she is on the naughty list again for the foreseeable future. She has informed me that there is no communication, (she is right) some of the staff are lovely and some are just plain nasty, (she is right again) and it has gone 'downhill' since a change in staff, (spot on) the only problem is; she is talking about leaving?! Hmn I say 'Mum, you are probably in one of the best places' and that is of no comfort to her or me to be fair but that's all we have. I was expecting a drama to unfold tonight but so far I have had no phone calls from the home, I am hopeful that I calmed her down. As she has been without medication (again) this anger may escalate. I have a feeling my peacekeeping role may be comxing out to play!! Happy days....roll on summer leave starting eh! Have a good week all - Mille x