Snaggle tooth and Hurricane Prep

Gotta call from Mom today, because she'd had the resident's meeting about Hurricane Preparedness.  She proceeded to read the three page document to me, nice that she's still a great reader.  I  think I read somewhere, probably the Alzheimer's Reading Room, that reading is the last thing to go and that it's often a good idea to write things down.  She sounds just like her old self when she reads.  She was worried about what would happen to all of her things and maybe a trifle gleeful thinking that if I took her home with me in case of a hurricane, that maybe she'd be gone for good from "hell" with all of the old people.  She, of course, is convinced that she is much younger than anybody else living there and that everyone else there is all wrinkled up and has problems.
    Now I knew about the meetings and actually was planning to attend the 7 p.m. meeting there as her "family" and "caregiver."  I arrived and received the same packet that Mom had just read to me.  Interesting Information that most elder residences, not nursing homes require their residences to evacuate on their own or with family members but the Landing had always, until this year, evacuated their residences and paid for their accommodations and services without charging the residents.  Unfortunately, because there have been so many evacuations, the decision was made to charge a reasonable fee for evacuating that includes transportation, food and other accommodations.  Alternative you can make your own arrangements.  Dogs and other pets will no longer be allowed to evacuate with the residents.  Interesting, maybe Lacey's timing wasn't all bad.  Now I don't think we'll have a particular problem with hurricanes this year and Mom will be with us at the whiff of hurricane winds but it's up to me to convince Mom that she won't have a problem.  She's ready to pack up lock, stock and barrel.  She is truly fixated on getting all of her precious things out of the apartment with her, reviewing every item in the room and discussing whether my "truck" is big enough to accommodate all of her precious things.  Well, after the meeting I go upstairs to visit with her and make sure that I've soothed her nerves, she answers the door and of course I see that a tooth is now missing from her mouth.  Now, I've talked to her three days in a row, maybe more, discussing her up-coming doctor's appointment, pointing out to me that there's nothing whatsoever wrong with her.  Her stomach works, her ears work, her eyes, her poo and there's nothing else with her.  I ask what happened to her tooth and she says that it was hurting and then one day she touched it and it fell off.  She does have the tooth, she says but after dutifully searching for it, that little sucker has apparently fled the scene with no intention of being reinserted if, of course, that were even possible.  Well, whether she likes it or not, we will now have a dentist appointment, good thing I got that extra insurance and we might as well get the eyes checked while we're at it.  Well at least now, we may get a solution to the problem of her floating Partials that fall at times, while she's talking and I can perhaps talk to the dentist about alternatives to the denture glue that I don't think she recalls how to use or ever used.  And so it goes.  At least it didn't seem to be hurting her.