The trouble with dentures

February 28, 2012-Tuesday

I thought about going to Wylie for breakfast this morning. I could hear Chick rummaging around in the living room, the bathroom and mumbling as he rummaged. In a few minutes the door to the bedroom popped open. I figured he wanted me up to go to breakfast. It was 6:45 a.m. I looked at the clock by the bed. Chick said, “Are you playing a trick on me?” I said, “What is the matter with you?” He claimed to have lost his bottom denture during the night. I said, “Why would I do something like that Chick?” He said, he woke up and his bottom denture was missing. He had taken his chair apart, the couch, looked through the trash, in the toilet, in the dog’s crate, through his medication bag, on the side table in the floor, sink, cups that were in the sink, and notta! I got up and went through his routine with questions: “Did you take them out during the night? Did you check the trash? Did you swallow them? Did you throw up in the toilet?” Each question met with a NO. I started the search.

I turned the recliner over and searched the bottom, the floor, the trash, the toilet, the dirty dishes, the dog crate, the medication bag, the refrigerator, the couch. No luck with my search either. I started the questions again. We started thinking of the cost and where could we get a new denture made for him, fast. We discussed what could have become of the teeth. Did he go outside with the dog and perhaps sneeze them out? What a big mystery!

I started the search again. I looked in the dog crate because Marlee has been guilty of picking up the teeth and playing with them when he’s left them lying on the side table by his chair. Lesson learned I hoped! I picked up the cushions on the couch again. I picked up 20 dog bones Marlee had hidden, and there next to the dog bones were his teeth, upside down blending in with all of Marlee’s hidden treasures. I looked them over, they were fine. I think she licked the food out of the crevices in the teeth. I handed them to Chick. He was glad to get them, dog germs and all. Second time the dog has made off with his dentures. I would have liked to have had a picture of that dog with Chick’s teeth in her mouth, smiling! Now it was too late for breakfast! Seventy Four years old this month, what will the rest of the year bring?