Yesterday morning, Bob told me, "I feel almost like a person."
Of course, he didn't come out and say this in one fell swoop. The conversation went something like this:
Bob: I feel... almos lie... gurple.
Bob: I feel... almos like... gerpons.
Me: OK. You said, I feel almost like-- something. I can't understand the last word. Say it again.
Bob: I feel... almost like... gerbles.
Me: You feel almost like gerbils?
Me: OK, say it again. Slower.
Bob: I... feel... almost... like.... a.... purspin.
Me: Purspin? Purse pin? --um-- person? You feel almost like a person?
Bob: Yes. I feel almost like...a person.
Me: Well, that's silly. Of course, you're a person. You're certainly not a cat.
Later, I thought about this little conversation. And you know, it rather broke my heart. Because how did he feel before? Like a non-person?
And why does he only feel almost like a person?
This morning, I am still thinking about that conversation. Though now I'm thinking it's a good sign. That Bob is coming back to me. That his brain is healing and he is feeling "more normal"...
Just my thoughts.