Please don’t comment that I’m stereotyping and stereotyping sucks, wah wah wah. Perhaps why Swedish women have a reputation of being blond/beautiful or why the negative reputation of being “sluts.” Or your experience dating a Swedish girl or being a Swedish girl and dating.When a virus destroyed part of his brain, Clive Wearing was left with no memory. Yet he does remember that he loves his wife, Deborah. The doctor said it was flu and a lack of sleep that was causing the confusion. His pyjamas lay crumpled in the middle of the bare sheet. Running the length of the flat, I already knew something bad had happened."I'm never ill," Clive used to say. Nobody knew what was wrong with him: not the taxi-driver who found him wandering the streets that night, nor the policeman who traced his address from his credit card and called me.I didn't know if that meant probably live or probably die, and I didn't like to ask.The diagnosis came 11 hours after our arrival at St Mary's.
thalamus, hypothalamus, amygdala; it just keeps on storming through. Sometimes his right arm shot up in the air and he would sing a high note, a little cadenza, he would lift me up and swing me round and laugh, then stop and hold me and look at me, study my face, grinning, searching to see if I had cottoned on to the fact that he was awake now, alive, truly seeing me."I can see you! I was always delighted to see his face, to hold him and kiss him.He could not have described my appearance, although he knew me as soon as he saw me.He knew he was a musician and conductor, but could not recall any concert.By the time they had figured out what was wrong with Clive and started pumping anti-viral drugs into him, all he had left where his memory used to be were seahorse-shaped scars. So, although it was painful when Clive was so distressed, hugging him for some minutes after a visit to, say, the bathroom, was in keeping with our relationship.He could not remember a single thing that had ever happened to him, but he remembered me and knew that he loved me. In spite of Clive's amnesia, inside he retained his fundamental intelligence: the same intelligence that had propelled him throughout his career.