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Thursday, October 21, 2010
The hall closet door was ajar, and Martha Fauker took a wrong turn on her way to our bedroom and ended up asleep in the closet. I heard her snoring from inside.
Martha Fauker has dementia. For years she's peed on command; when I said "hurry up" she would pee. Even if she didn't need to pee she'd fake it and squat like she was peeing when I used our command, "hurry up." Now when I take her outside and say "hurry up" she just looks at me.