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Yeah Gobi!
I'm home finally, for those who don't know, I live in a senior citizens apt building, it's an old high school, very cool building. Have lived here for a decade now. the first person we really met was our next door neighbor, Kay, who also has cats. anyhow, she's about 80 or so, has been getting more and more achey and less mobile over the years. I cook for her now and then. nice lady.
I was sitting around this evening heard a bunch of pounding outside, sounded like it was coming from down the hall towards the elevator, finally poked my head out my door to figure out who the hell was making such a racket -
it wasn't from down the hall towards the elevator, it was right next door- Kay's apt. she'd fallen and couldn't get up (yeah, just like the commercial - it happens a lot around here) so, called 911 for her (no, I couldn't help her get up just myself), waited for the paramedics, called her daughter for her (as it happens, her daughter's cell was taken out by the recent storms, so that didn't fly), helped sort her out with the paramedics, found her phone for her and her wallet so she could give them her medical cards, got her coffee and water, her tv remote, made sure her cats hadn't gotten out of the apt.
she kept on apologizing that she had to 'bother' me, I kept apologizing for not realizing it was her making the racket - told her if it happens again, tap out shave and a haircut two bits or something.
getting old sucks. but having a good neighbor (her) doesn't.
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