I was 16 years old, working at a garden store. It was the 1st day of summer vacation from school. Another girl and I were unloading a truck of 1 gallon plants. When we finished I went to wash up and noticed my right hand was not working. I made my way to the cash register because I was supposed to work there until the store closed. I sat on a tall stool and checked everyone out with my left hand. When all the customers had left I paged the store manager to come to the front of the store. He had to carry me to his office where there was a sofa. He called my Father to come and get me. My Dad took me to his psychic chiropractor-no joke-who then placed a rubber cylinder on my head(where the bleed was) and tapped it with a small rubber ,mallet. Then I was taken home and put to bed. After a short time I could not speak, my entire right side was useless. I had the worst headache ever and all I could do was scream. My parents came to my room and took me to the Methodist Hospital ER in the Houston Medical Center. A neurosurgeon was called in. I passed out. Several days later I woke up to find a priest standing over me administering my last rights. When the doctors saw I was awake the test began. I was very frightened. I had a spinal tap, a CT scan, an angiogram. After all the tests were done I was informed I would need surgery to remove the AVM. I ended up having 2 surgeries because of drainage issues and swelling. I was told I would never walk again. After the surgeries were over I began physical and occupational therapies. My speech had returned. I was determined to walk out of there and I did. I had a brace on my right leg and used a cane, but I did walk out of there!!! My Mom took me back home with her to continue my therapies. At one point they told her there was nothing more they could do for me. She replied that the therapy would continue until I said I was done, and so it was. Miracles do happen. I have been able to work for decades. I had a daughter(C-section). My current neurologist says he can see no weakness in my right side. I was 16 when it happened. I am now 62.
TMI, I know. I think the heat from unloading the truck and the psychic chiropractor played a role in my bleed.