It occurred in early December. I was at the dinner table; I complained of a splitting head, then had to get down on the floor, or fall to it. John was online, looking up what might be wrong with me, when I called for the bowl. I threw up, violently. The call went to 9-1-1.
Long story short: I had a stroke.
I don't remember any of it, not the inciting event described, none of it. I was in the hospital for 38 days, rehab for six weeks; I was supposed to be there five to six months, but I ain't havin none of that. 
I was out.
It's been five-plus months since it happened. I am not fully recovered--yet! The doctors tell me to be strong, and to be optimistic; I will make a full recovery, though it may take a year. We took me off a third of my medication for my heart condition--that's how optimistic we are. 
And I'm responding well. Actually, I'm off many medications I'm usually on, to no ill effect.
Wish me well. I don't know what it will mean for this website, but I'm going to keep maintaining it.