mikeypizzle:

“While at NYU in 2004, Plaza suffered a stroke that caused temporary paralysis and expressive aphasia, but has fully recovered.”

If you think Aubrey Plaza is funny you also think stroke victims are funny…and that makes you a horrible piece of shit.

LOL… I got the joke.

And Plaza is great.

Also, I stole this transcript from another post:

“Hormones don’t agree with my body. Like in a major way.”

“Do you take birth control?”

“No, but I did and about three or four months after I started taking it, I had a stroke. … Yeah. When I was 20. ….. It was the summer after sophomore year or freshman year, I can’t remember, it was like July 2004, I was in New York, and I was taking a train to (?) to have lunch with my friends and everything was fine. I’ve had a history of migraines I guess, since I was a kid, like when I was really little they thought I had a brain tumor and stuff because I’d get really bad migraines. But they never found anything. But uhm, I was just going to have lunch with my friends and I walked into their apartment and sat down. ..The night before, I had been to a Hilary Duff concert. I took my little sister - both of my sisters - to a Hilary Duff concert for their birthday or something and uhm it was really funny to me, and I was telling them, I was like excited to be like ‘Oh my God, this concert was ridiculous’ and in like mid sentence I looked down at my arm - my right arm - and it wasn’t like attached to my body anymore? It wasn’t like numb or anything, it was just like I was looking at it and thinking ‘that arm does not belong to me’. Like, ‘whose arm is that?’ because the blood clot was in the left temporal lobe in my brain, so my right side went paralyzed - only for a little bit, and then I was kind of like hitting myself and making weird sounds and my friends thought I was kidding, like, of course, and then I kinda blacked out, and then when I was alert again, I could move, but I couldn’t talk, because the clot was in my language center and uhm, Ihad expressive aphasia for two days. Which is where you forget language. So people could talk to me, and I could understand what they were saying, but I couldn’t respond to them. …. That was like the weirdest part about it, because I knew what was going on, and I was frustrated on some level, like I remember the paramedics got there, and. It is the worst to not be able to talk when you’re in an emergency situation because all it is is questions upon questions trying to get to the bottom of it, and if you can’t talk it’s like really hard for them to figure out what’s wrong with you and they were asking me like ‘Well, what did you have for breakfast?’, they were simple questions, and in my head I was like ‘yogurt. say yogurt. yogurt. say yogurt. say yogurt. say yogurt.’ and I couldn’t say it, and maybe like an hour later I was like ‘YOGURT.’, but this was like way after the fact, and I was like ‘why did it take me so long to say yogurt?’ and it was really terrifying. It was like, the scariest thing that ever happened to me.”

“So then. How did they treat it?”

“Well, I went to the E.R., and they actually, I think, thought I was on drugs because I’m 20, and they didn’t look at me assuming I had a stroke, they thought I was lying to them. ….. They were actually kind of like, condescending to me too, like it was really amazing how everyone behaved so poorly in that situation. Just like. The people that worked there. It was a shitty hospital - Mount Sinai in Queens. Don’t go there. But. I sat in the E.R. for two hours before a doctor even saw me, and a couple times I got up and tried to use a phone to call my parents because I knew something was really wrong. ….. My boyfriend at the time came. So that was weird because uh …. So, yeah, my boyfriend was there, and he was even like, ‘what is going on with you?’ The doctors were asking questions like ‘How old are you?’ and I would go ‘16.’ I could say some words, kind of randomly, but I wasn’t saying what I wanted to say, and he goes ‘She’s not 16, she’s 20. Why are you saying you’re 16? Are you 16? Do we need to talk about this?’ Like, it was totally insane. …… But basically they admitted me, once the doctor saw me do a very simple thing, which was put your right hand on your left knee and I couldn’t do it. I was just really confused. That’s the main thing, I think, when you have a stroke. You’re really confused. You just don’t know what is going on. So then they realized I had a stroke, they admitted me. A night or two later I started talking again, and my brain healed really fast, but I still have some language things that pop up for me every now and again but it’s not something other people would notice.”