Imagine being 12 months old but having a 42 year old brain; acting like a baby but being self-aware enough to know the militude (I made that up, it means "the opposite of magnitude") of your accomplishments.
I've spent the last 4 days being heartily congratulated for drinking, sitting up, peeing, moving my feet, walking, and having a bowel movement.
None of it feels belittling though. Every one of these actions feels like a very big deal to me!
Winding down for my last sleep in the hospital. It will be nice to be home but I will definitely miss this electronic bed.