Back in 1971, I worked evening shift on a floor that
had about 40 people. One of our livelier, witter dementia
patients was a LOL named Dorothy. She was a young 65,
spunky and vivacious, and she would dance us around the nurse's
desk singing, "I'm in Love with the Man in the Moon." She was
But Dorothy had a dark side.
One night, we were told that Dorothy c/o missing her dentures.
This went on for a few days, and no amount of coaxing and looking
at mirrors would convince her that her teeth were in her mouth.
One evening we all showed up and realized that none of
the 40 residents had their teeth--except Dorothy.
We all turned to her.
"Ha!" She jumped up and down, "That'll teach her for stealing
my teeth!! I showed her, I did!"
We followed her dancing, cackling little figure down the hall to her
room. She proudly opened her dresser drawer.
There were 40 sets of unmarked, unmatching dentures!
And if you think THAT's a hoot, you shoulda seen us trying to match
dents to Pt.'s since their gums had all shrunk so badly most didn't
fit right anyhow....
:chuckle :roll :chuckle