Being surrounded by the senior set five days a week, I have ample time to observe the personalities around me. There are varying degrees of aging and widely varying degrees of reaction to it. I often wonder what I will be like when my body begins to fade more rapidly.
Alzheimer's and dementia haven't made an appearance in my family, as far as I know, so I don't have to worry about losing my mind. Losing my glasses, my keys and my teeth are another story. It's been a good fifteen years or more since the time we discovered my glasses in the refrigerator, so I would say I am past that point already. Everyone loses their keys - that's why they made beeping key chains.
Misplacing my dentures has me worried. All my teeth are firmly attached right now, so this isn't an immediate threat, but after one incident at work I have my fears. A woman came up to me and said she needed the driver to go back to her hairdresser. I thought she might have misplaced her wallet, as that happens often. No, she had misplaced her teeth.
It has been a good month now since that day, and for the life of me, I can't come up with a scenario that involves taking out my teeth to have my hair done!
I am forgetful. I have a horrible habit of setting things down without paying attention. I have three pairs of sewing scissors and can only lay my hands on one at this moment. Every time I glance down at my purse in the car and realize my cell phone is back at the house, I wonder, how long before I am leaving my teeth behind?
It makes one think, and adds some pretty strange items to the list of qualities I want in my Dream Guy.
#263 - must be willing to go back to wherever I left my teeth and claim them for me.
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