Was out of touch for about three weeks. On August 26 I was on my way to my first physical therapy appointment and apparently passed out. The transportation service delivered me to the clinic and they realized something was up called 911. I woke up with like four EMTs around me and they were asking my name where did I live, did I know where I was and more then out of my chair on a gurney I hear a guy saying we have an appearent stroke victim, I'm like crap that's all I need. Get to the ER the wire me up for ekg, then to the CT a sonagram, blood tests every three hours, started to feel like a pincushion. Then the hospital lost my mom's wheelchair and to me a new one the transfered tonavrehab on Monday at noon. I don't know why you see all these things saying hospital food is terrible it was actually pretty good. Got lots of apple sauce in the hospital about half the meals had an apple sauce cup. The rehab cut me lose after nine days I was supposed to get 18. Basically told me I was too well to be there. What too well but I can't stand or walk. So back home waiting for my home PT visits. Still liked the rehab my PT made me think my arms would fall off and my OT would pull on my legs trying to get them to straighten out till I was almost crying in pain, lol, would say I know it's painful but without pain there's no progress. I hope I'm mobile by Thanksgiving. Or before new years