No Dentures Needed!

It’s 4:30 a.m. I’m now squeaky clean and air drying. No hair products today, so why blow dry. My hair will fall limp either way. I read the procedure brochure already. Nothing, no water, no coffee, no pills—don’t take any medications anyway. No deodorant, powder, or face cream. This early in the morning, a naked face is pretty scary. But the worst is yet to come.

The instruction sheet says no jewelry, and bring a container for your dentures. Oh joy! Married over fifty years and today husband will hold my dentures and smile. He’s never had this privilege before. In fact, I nearly killed him once for walking into the bathroom while I soaked my pearly whites in Efferdent.

Now my mother walks around everywhere with no teeth. My cousin thinks nothing of leaving her teeth to soak—she carries on a right smart conversation with or without them. Not me.

Husband soaks his teeth, grins at himself in the mirror, makes silly faces at me, or tries to kiss me. Truth is, when he performed as Bashful the clown, that empty cavity made him pretty cute. Me, I chose a more together face for Sunshine the clown.

So today I step into another world, lose tissue and allow my family to see the real me. Funny how it doesn’t bother me to let the medical profession share in those moments, but family? Now how vain is that?

Just being honest.

Still Lionhearted, Kat

Note: Picture of Bashful and Sunshine by Bev May, Troy, Idaho