Teeth!

I wish that I had a video camera today:

My patient doesn't speak any English - so it really put my very minimal Spanish skills to task.

"Dolor?" I find myself asking. Boy, I wish that my Wisconsin accent wasn't so obvious sometimes!

I am about to feed him breakfast, when he keeps repeating something. I have no idea what he is trying to say, until he gestures towards his bedside table.

I look at the table - to see if I can figure out what he is trying to say.

My blood turns cold as I realize that he is pointing towards a blue cup: a blue denture cup.

I don't deal well with feet or teeth - that was one thing that I knew long before I started this adventure.

As I gingerly pick up his top dentures, I try not to make a face.

I ask him if he needs his Fixodent. He shakes his head no.

He opens his mouth, I put his dentures in.

He says something, with his teeth in his mouth, I still have no idea what he saying.

Finally! I figure it out - they're his bottom dentures.

Nice job - only I would try to put someone's bottom teeth!

I put the other half in without a problem.

Maybe I'm glad that there isn't a Student Nurse reality show after all...