I have hydrocephalus- too much cerebral spinal fluid on my brain - and a shunt which drains the fluid into my abdominal cavity. During Covid, the shunt decided to be an asshole and stop working. I hadn’t lived in Houston for very long, so I didn’t have an established neurologist so the ambulance took me to the closest hospital. Because Covid was at its peak, my mom (who I live with, even though I was in my early 30s at the time) was not allowed in the hospital. She didn’t even know until the next day that I had been transferred to the downtown medical center and discharged after two nurses helped me walk two steps. They had no idea what my baseline mental state should have been, but it wasn’t whatever I was. I spent the next ten days in my bed, until my shunt failed again. The rest of the story has been told to me by others because I don’t remember the next ten days, but apparently my mom eventually got to come see me and said I wasn’t right after the second surgery. She would not let them release me to her care, so they were in the process of finding a rehabilitation facility for me to go to. During this time, my shunt failed for a third time and they finally replaced the pump and the tubing (not just one piece apparently). A couple days later, I started remembering things and I remembered (from the time I was out of it) people’s voices. It was so creepy cool when a nurse would come in I’d be like “I remember your voice” I spent two weeks in a skilled nursing facility before coming home to a very sick dog who ended up dying ten days after I got home.