I had an episode where one side of my face went numb and I couldn’t talk. My son raced me to the ER in the college town he lives in. They raced to treat me for a stroke and I was much better in a few hours. Fast forward a few years and I had another episode like the first one and the neurologist in the city near me said it was migraines.
Yet another episode and I went to the ER in that city, was triaged and sent to wait in the waiting room for 6 hours. When I finally saw a doctor, they said it was too late for the shot they gave me in my son’s town. Spent a week in the hospital and they confirmed it was an actual stroke. I have many things I can’t do anymore because of it. I went to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN and was told “we don’t know what’s going on.” Then told me to just go home. So here I am, waiting for a big strike to kill me. No doctor will take the time to figure out what is going on, I think because I’m a worthless old woman.