I'm not me in a rehab hospital

Then I was in a rehab hospital. An aging, baldish man kept coming to visit me, and was doing exercises with me - there was a ball, with a string attached to it. he had the end of the string and I had the ball, and i had to wind it up so that the string was all wound around the ball. I wasn't me. I was an older woman, about the same age as the man. I had suffered some kind of stroke or memory loss and the man was my husband. He was sad. we kept doing the ball exercise.

Then I realized that he was sad because he didn't think I knew who he was. But I did know. Sort of. So I put down the ball and string and i walked up to him and hugged him and kissed the top of his bald head. I said "I may not remember who I am, or have any memory of our life together, but I know you. I have known you since I woke up (?? there was an accident or a surgery or something???). Your name is Dave and you love me with all your heart and you are a very good man."

And we were both crying.