Stroke
The problem was first asking the demand for my coffee shop and was confused. But I put it away and then I noticed I couldn't type anything on the PC. I called my dad in North Carolina, not for that he could possibly help us in Houston, but perhaps I was thinking that my dad alone has enough times with emergency that I could have an empathy. The conversation with him was a jumble and I could hear the mixture of his impatience and concern. I then called my best friend, a nurse, and his conversation sent me to get to the ER. I should have made the idea already -- the symptom was obviously. The brain is ironically a great amazing of the star dust made of miracles, firing neurons that both sympathetic and parasympathetic breaths us our heart millions away without thinking, and designing and playing a Chopin etude. Yet as miracle as this the brain, it is so sensitive, so frailty, so that gelatin we sapiens keeps us so closely to what keeps us ... stop. 16th Century Medical Text B...