My husband recalls that when I arrived at the hospital he noticed something was wrong because I wouldn’t talk to him. Then I looked at him and said, “Sir, can you please call my grandmother?” At that point he knew something was terribly wrong since my grandmother passed in 2005.
He then waited until all the doctors and nurses left the room and when we were finally alone he approached me. He asked me “Do you know who I am?” I then said, “You work here, right?” He responded, “No, I’m your husband.” I looked at him strangely and said, “I’m not married! Now sir, can you please call my grandmother?” He then asked my name. I told him my maiden name. He took a few steps back and left the room.