I had a stroke 10 years ago this coming fall, I don't remember the 3 or 4 days in the neural ward but my wife tells me stories.
She would be there in the afternoon, and the nurse ect. would make their rounds, but skip my room! Then and the end of a shift they would check on me. My wife ask one why they walked past earlier and then came back? The response surprised her, the staff all knew I would recover and saved me for last, and dealt with the hopeless cases first then the badly damaged, the those that would have minor difficulty, then me, That way they could go home on a good note.
After a major brain trauma, nothing is ever exactly like it was before! I have a few minor things, but have no reason to compline. My memory starts with them wheeling me down the hall to physical therapy (5 days after I was in the ER), I looked at her and said, I'm going to be a good boy and do every thing they ask me, not be a pain in the butt, and get out of here A.S.A.P! She looked at me and said; "Who are you, and what have you done with my husband?" It turns out I was a big PIA during my semi conscious period, mostly about letting the nurses undress me!
While I was unconscious in the neural ward she would be walking down the hall and see all the people on life support, she ask the nurse she was closest to about it, these patients had families that just would not let go.
My wife's mom, passed 6 years ago, in her sleep in her home, with family sending he home. My dad, passed 2 years ago in a nursing home, surrounded by strangers. The very thing he railed against his whole life! Wife number two, didn't seem interested in following any other of his wishes either!
Ivan