When I was 37, I had a stroke. I was put on a Morphine drip for the pain in my head and put in the stroke ward with much older men and women (no offence). After another trip to the toilet to be sick yet again (I had a very bad reaction to the morphine) I was on my bed crying and feeling very sorry for myself. As I was lying there I felt a hand rub my leg and there was no-one there. The next day I was moved to a private room. That night I was asleep and was woken up by the nurses rushing into the room because my emergancy buzzer was ringing but I had not pushed it. The following year I had another minor stroke and was put in a high dependancy room but not attached to any machines. After I went to bed, the board behind my bed lit up like a Christmas tree. The nurses could not understand why it had done that. This year on my birthday, I was laying in bed with my husband and waiting for my kids to come and say hello. Someone tapped my knee three times and it was not my husband.