I've had those problems all my freaking adult life. Sometimes I just stand in the middle of the room and scream. I swear to God that I've wasted a good percentage of my life just looking for keys, books, where I put the milk (in the cupboard, not the fridge), and all the rest.

I can usually get where I'm going, but then I can't find the way back. Aaaargh. Strangely enough, now that I'm an, ugh, senior, DH and friends are now getting like me. After years of making fun of me, they want my sympathy--sorry folks, now you know what it's like--suck it up and be thankful you didn't have to go through this your whole freakin' life. If you hadn't put me down all those years, I'd be more sympathetic.

So, the good news is that you may never get any worse. However, if this is a big change for you, please run, don't walk, to get help. Like the others have said, there's a lot you can do to help, but knowing what's going on will help more than anything else.

I wish you all the best--no one deserves to put up with this cr*p.