{"id":5863,"date":"2026-02-25T06:29:41","date_gmt":"2026-02-25T06:29:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/humorsidehub.com\/?p=5863"},"modified":"2026-02-25T06:29:44","modified_gmt":"2026-02-25T06:29:44","slug":"somethings-wrong-get-help-i-went-numb-my-sister-found-me-fighting-for-my-life-on-the-kitchen-floor-woman-survives-2-strokes-in-medical-mystery-you-ha-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/humorsidehub.com\/?p=5863","title":{"rendered":"\u2018Something\u2019s wrong. Get help.\u2019 I went numb. My sister found me fighting for my life on the kitchen floor.\u2019: Woman survives 2 strokes in medical mystery, \u2018You have to trust the process\u2019"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

\u201cDo you ever read the paper or see the news and look at the location and say, \u2018Nah, that\u2019ll never happen to me\u2019? I felt that way too. I was naive. Some of those things happened to innocent people, with no warning. I remember telling my sister, a few weeks before my story began, \u2018We are a very lucky family.\u2019 As in, the only \u2018hard thing\u2019 we had to go through was my grandmother passing of old age.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was a 24-year-old Veterinarian Medical Assistant. I had finished college on the honor roll both semesters in 2015. I worked in the animal industry for over 10 years and knew I wanted to start helping.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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After college, my sister and I bought a home together and lived together for 3 years. My sister and I were, and still are, inseparable. We knew exactly what each other were doing, what we were going to say, and had even opened each other\u2019s phone with face recognition on the iPhone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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February 25, 2018, was a pretty normal day. I was at my parents\u2019 house, house-sitting for the week. I had visited my boyfriend at work that day as he was working for 24 hours. When I returned home, I started watching Fantastic Beasts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My neck was a little sore as if I had slept on it weird. I decided to have a nap because I felt a little tired. I casually mentioned it to my boyfriend, and he told me maybe a nap is a good idea. I think I slept for 30 minutes on the couch, which is pretty normal for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Around 9 p.m., I wanted something to snack on. Everyone knows your parents always have the best snacks, so I found a frozen pizza! The pizza came out of the oven, placed it on the cooling rack, turned the oven off, and went to text my boyfriend. I remember it as if it was yesterday. \u2018Something\u2019s wrong,\u2019 I texted him. In a matter of seconds, it felt like someone spun me 180 degrees. I remember this part very loosely, but I guess I called my boyfriend and was trying to tell him, \u2018Something is wrong, get help.\u2019 I suffered from aphasia so he couldn\u2019t understand me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At that point, I fell to the ground. When I fell to the ground, I managed to actually take a picture of myself and send it to my boyfriend. I was actually trying to take a video, but it came out as a picture. Either way, I think that selfie saved my life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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My boyfriend received the photo and was confused. \u2018Why are you on the floor? Are you drunk? Why aren\u2019t you texting or calling me back?\u2019 As he couldn\u2019t leave work, he called my sister.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In that time of getting off the phone with my boyfriend and being found by my sister, I went numb on my right side. I had no idea what was happening. \u2018Okay, Maysyn, everyone knows you\u2019re a bit dramatic, just get back up.\u2019 But I couldn\u2019t move my legs, arms, or even my head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was on the floor, by myself at my parents\u2019 house, not knowing who was going to save me or if I would die there. I remember hearing my phone ring over and over again. I knew I had to do everything in my power to answer that phone. I somehow managed to answer my phone. It was my sister. She was frantic, confused, and scared. I could hear it in her voice. She was trying to talk to me, telling me she was on her way, from our house to my parents. I kept trying to tell her, \u2018I\u2019m in the kitchen, on the floor.\u2019 She couldn\u2019t understand me as I still had aphasia. She kept reassuring me she was on her way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She found me 15 minutes later, breathing heavy, face down, fighting for my life, on the kitchen floor. She immediately called 911. She had no idea what\u2019s going on. She couldn\u2019t tell the paramedics what she expected because she wasn\u2019t expecting anything. All she could see was her baby sister struggling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I remember laying up against the hallway wall, barely even able to hold my head up or even open my eyes. Lights hurt, sound was painful, movement made me feel nauseous. The paramedics thought I was overdosing. A young 24-year-old who was at her parents\u2019 empty house for the week. They soon found out I was not overdosing. In fact, I was suffering a stroke. They acted quickly and gave me the right medication. The ambulance ride was scary, and everything was happening too fast. I couldn\u2019t understand what was happening. What have I done to be in this specific scenario?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The last thing I remember of that ride was the doors opening to take me into the hospital. The next hour was just black. I can remember waking up in a hospital ER with doctors and nurses surrounding me. \u2018What\u2019s wrong with this young girl? What\u2019s her name? Where is she from? Where\u2019s the doctor? She\u2019s trying to open her eyes!\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Opening my eyelids was as if they were cement blocks, scratching my corneas. I couldn\u2019t keep them open, the light was blazing. Sound was deafening and made me nauseous. I kept thinking, \u2018Where is this pain coming from?\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I laid lifeless on the bed, hearing all my doctors and nurses talk about me around me. It felt like I was in a dream. I was the fly on the wall, of my own life. The next 3 weeks seemed like 3 hours to me. I can remember little skits of certain days, but couldn\u2019t tell you if it was in one hour, one day, or one week. Even to this day, I wouldn\u2019t be able to identify when certain events happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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In those 3 weeks, a lot happened. I had several CT scans, x rays, blood work, testing, and had a piece of my skull removed to relieve pressure, which caused a second stroke. When they took me off the blood thinners to perform the bone flap surgery, the clot went straight into my brain again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I stayed in the ICU for 3 weeks and spent 3 months in inpatient care. I was questioned if I had been to the chiropractor, been in a car accident, bumped my head, nothing. In high school, I was always the designated driver and never experimented with drugs. So that canceled all those factors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I was a medical mystery. My neurologist actually presented a PowerPoint to his students about me. No one could figure out what was wrong with me. Even I couldn\u2019t believe I had suffered not just one stroke, but two, and lived to tell the tale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next year, I was in three different rehabilitation hospitals, learning to walk, move my arm, and how to manage my breaths while talking and reading. It was all hard work, and it still is. I am nowhere near where I was 1 year ago or even yesterday.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I have had throat surgery to remove a polyp that was restricting my breathing that had formed from my tracheostomy. I also had corrective eye surgery because my stroke caused my eye to go inwards, which made me see double vision for over a year.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I was learning not only how to move my body again but I was re-learning my emotions. I was angry, sad, happy\u2026 it was all a rollercoaster of emotions. I couldn\u2019t control it. I was basically told my brain had its plug pulled unexpectedly. Before I totally crashed, someone just took all the wires and stuck them into whatever outlet they could. My recovery is about learning to rewire my brain. I need to learn how to lift my knee to take a step. Shift my weight towards one side before lifting my leg. Taking a deep breath before speaking. Swallowing only small amounts of food at a time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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This has been a long, very bumpy, recovery. I am nowhere near \u2018finished.\u2019 I believe I will never have a point in my life, where my recovery is \u2018finished.\u2019 Every day, I strive to be a better person as the day before, as I think everyone should.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don\u2019t want you to read my story and feel bad for me. That is not the reason I did this. I did this to help educate people. I am a human being, just like you. I have been through some things, but I am a The Bachelor loving, doughnut-eating, dog enthusiast woman. Since my stroke, I got married to my boyfriend in the Dominican, passed my driver\u2019s license test with certain equipment, lost 60 pounds, and have a greater outlook on life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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My advice for any stroke survivor, brain injury victim, or even disabled individual is to take your time. Don\u2019t rush things, trust the process. Everything won\u2019t happen in a day, a week, or even a month. I know you\u2019re impatient and you are probably reading this story and thinking, \u2018That\u2019s so quick! I want that to be me!\u2019 This has taken me over 2 years. I have come a long way but I still have more to go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Stay strong, hold your head high. If there are days you just can\u2019t seem to do that, that is okay too. We all have bad days. We are human. Be yourself. My quote I\u2019ll leave you with, \u2018got dealt a crap hand, but you still got to play the game.’\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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