Post by titantarheel on Oct 21, 2019 8:41:20 GMT -5
It was a lengthy article and shout out to The Athletic for the write up - we don't get these long of columns from anyone locally or nationally. Basically Mike Jr had a stroke and there's still no real known reason as to why it happened after all kinds of tests, etc. Here's a snippet...
A dutiful son, Davis was in Tuscaloosa, Ala., on an offseason visit to his mother, Teresa Washington. He drove there from Houston, a nine-hour haul, after spending a few days with his goddaughter. It was around midnight when he went to bed feeling unusually fatigued. He jokingly sent a text message to his mother in the other room. “Momma, it’s hot in here. You’re gonna make me go get a room.” In fact, the house temperature was fine. It was Davis who was heating up.
That’s when he began to lose feeling in his right arm.
Picking up his phone, Davis couldn’t type in his passcode.
“That’s when I knew I was in trouble,” he says now.
Getting out of bed, Davis immediately fell to the ground.
“At this point, I’m like, ‘OK, what is going on? I’ve never felt like this,’” he says. “I thought it was just my right arm. But then I realized it was my whole right side. The crazy part, though, was that my mind felt right, but I couldn’t move or speak. I thought I was yelling, ‘Help!’ but really, I was just speaking gibberish.”
Trapped in his body, Davis laid on the floor for 10 minutes before his mother walked in. She thought she’d heard a yell and a crash. In fact, Mike cracked a slat on the bottom of the bed when he fell. Washington did her best not to panic. She called 911 but had no idea what to say. She didn’t know what was wrong with Mike because he couldn’t tell her. She held the phone up, pleading with Mike to explain what was happening.
“I was saying, ‘I don’t know what’s wrong with him! I don’t know! I don’t know!’ ” Washington says. “He was just saying nonsense words. Once they heard that, they sent an ambulance right away.”
Finally, Mike stood up under his own weight, getting back to his feet. The medics arrived, taking him to a hospital 10 minutes away, racing through the still night with lights swirling. Once there, he still struggled to find his words. At one point he blurted out, “Did I have a stroke?” Tears welled in his eyes.
A dutiful son, Davis was in Tuscaloosa, Ala., on an offseason visit to his mother, Teresa Washington. He drove there from Houston, a nine-hour haul, after spending a few days with his goddaughter. It was around midnight when he went to bed feeling unusually fatigued. He jokingly sent a text message to his mother in the other room. “Momma, it’s hot in here. You’re gonna make me go get a room.” In fact, the house temperature was fine. It was Davis who was heating up.
That’s when he began to lose feeling in his right arm.
Picking up his phone, Davis couldn’t type in his passcode.
“That’s when I knew I was in trouble,” he says now.
Getting out of bed, Davis immediately fell to the ground.
“At this point, I’m like, ‘OK, what is going on? I’ve never felt like this,’” he says. “I thought it was just my right arm. But then I realized it was my whole right side. The crazy part, though, was that my mind felt right, but I couldn’t move or speak. I thought I was yelling, ‘Help!’ but really, I was just speaking gibberish.”
Trapped in his body, Davis laid on the floor for 10 minutes before his mother walked in. She thought she’d heard a yell and a crash. In fact, Mike cracked a slat on the bottom of the bed when he fell. Washington did her best not to panic. She called 911 but had no idea what to say. She didn’t know what was wrong with Mike because he couldn’t tell her. She held the phone up, pleading with Mike to explain what was happening.
“I was saying, ‘I don’t know what’s wrong with him! I don’t know! I don’t know!’ ” Washington says. “He was just saying nonsense words. Once they heard that, they sent an ambulance right away.”
Finally, Mike stood up under his own weight, getting back to his feet. The medics arrived, taking him to a hospital 10 minutes away, racing through the still night with lights swirling. Once there, he still struggled to find his words. At one point he blurted out, “Did I have a stroke?” Tears welled in his eyes.