The thing about living with someone with dementia is that you are constantly playing a game of hide and seek. This is not usually a good thing. Like the time Dair placed a half eaten Rueben sandwich in her cookie jar and we didn't discover it for a day or so.
My extra good sense of smell has helped locate other hidden items, such as wet (with urine) adult undergarments. These have been found in a variety of places, including under the bathroom sink, in the bathtub, and hanging in the closet.
Stray Cheerios end up in houseplants and the dogs' bowls. The plastic bags that hold the daily newspaper can often be found crammed down into planters or in the bowl with the bananas.
This little game is now so routine that it didn't surprise me at all recently to open Dair's suitcase and find a cookie there amongst the wet Depends and the junk mail.
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