Last night, around 11pm my neighbor was calling for help. I had already taken my H.S. medications, and was asleep. I got up, then went to her door, after first having had grabbed my cellphone and keys. I locked my door. She was in her apartment, on the floor. The door was locked, she told me. I asked her whom she would like me to call. I called the maintenance kiosk, followed the prompts, reached their caging terminal, then I left a message. They must have gotten the message, then called the fire dept., unbeknownst to me. I guess that was what I should have done. First responders came. They had a key, went into her apartment, checked her out, and after that I really do not know what happened, because once they got there I returned to my apartment, and thought that I heard the e-squad transporting her on a cart. I am not certain. I did what I thought was the best I could. No one else on my floor, and on a lot of other floors do not respond to emergencies. Maybe they just can’t handle it. I guess I still have a little bit of healthcare professional in myself. I don’t know. Bottom line, if I hear someone calling for help, I refuse to tune it out nor ignore it.
This afternoon, I have an appt. w/ my therapist @ 2pm. I woke up at 3:30am, paralyzed with fear, shaking and anxious, worrying about being ready for my appt. and having my apartment presentable, along with taking my slew of prescribed and over the counter medications. Once I got up I was fine. I took a Vistaril. That seemed to help. I completed my basic tasks, after having had a cup of ambition. Now I am just chilling out and waiting for the time to get a good shower, shampoo and condition. What is your “take” on my life?