According to my husband the day was pretty ordinary. He worked nights so he was sleeping, until I quietly woke him. I asked him to please accompany me to the kid’s school because it was the last day for enrollment. I also needed to run a couple of errands. Everything went as planned, except when I went to change the ink in our printer my husband explains that I leaned to the right while sitting and seemed to be out of balance. He quickly responded after I verbalized that I was not feeling well. “Don’t worry honey I’ll change the ink for you.” He says I walked toward the laundry room and not even a minute later he found me on the floor and unresponsive. I don’t remember any of that.