DANGER BRIDGE OUT! (or that pesky Gremlin again)



I have a bridge on my bottom teeth to replace a tooth with a root so rotten that the Endodontist, honest man that he is, would no recommend a crown. 

I should say that I had the bridge, because it has gone AWOL.  Has the Gremlin been at work again?

BY WAY OF BACKGROUND (1)   I am a restless sleeper.  I sleep talk, I sleep laugh, I sleep walk.

BY WAY OF BACKGROUND (2)   I usually put the bridge in a tumbler of water before retiring for the night. I sometimes forget to do this.

When that happens I sometimes find that I have removed the bridge in my sleep and tucked it under my pillow.  I've also been known (again whilst sleeping) to throw the bridge across my bedroom.

Whatever I did last night (Thursday/Friday) the bridge has gone awol,   I cannot find it.   I have searched high and low -  no it's not under the bed, nor did I put it in a drawer or in my freezer during the night (you'd be surprised at what I do whilst sleep walking!)

It's nowhere to be seen. Did I flush it down the toilet?  Did it fall into the trap underneath  my bathroom sink? (I'll check the trap tomorrow).

Will it present itself three months from where I least expected to see it?   (This sometimes happens with lost articles). 

Failing my search and rescue efforts I'll be off to my Dentist on Monday to be fitted for a new bridge.  Think of it this way  "Povey invests in new infrastructure" 


Yours, baffled and amused, JMP




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