The light bulb burns brighter...

I can't wait for the day that the light bulb lights up in Bob's head and stays lit. Every time he remembers things, I let my guard down and relax, then I start a conversation like nothing is wrong, and Bob forgets where he's at, argues with me about how long he's been in Oregon, and whose house we live in. :-(

But...but....but....he knows each of his client's account numbers frontwards and backwards. So, I can't wait for that one section of his brain that got zapped extra hard, recovers.

You know though, when I look back at how far Bob has come just since he's been home from May until now, just five months, he's a whole different person. He had a memory that lasted only minutes after learning something new, and talking to him was like talking to a blank wall. Now, he talks back and doesn't have a blank look on his face. :-) If you didn't know any better, you'd never guess anything happened so devastating.