Let's go back to the beginning. I don't really remember the day of my stroke. It's very spotty. I kind of remember talking about taking an ambien so I could go to sleep. That is strange enough because I tried it once before and I could not stand how it made me feel. I then remember . . . waking up in the hospital two days later. Joe remembers finding me on the bathroom floor and heroically picking me up and getting me to the bed. He called my Mom, he called 911, he called my Mom again. He kind of stopped remembering too. He does remember them saying that I'd had a stroke.