As you know, if you have followed my posts, I am ready to “hit the road again” and have wanted to move at least to another apartment complex. Simple reason is I like new adventures and a new apartment is a new adventure, in a way.
Also, as you know, I fell back in the first week of January and was hurt badly. It has taken a long time for me to heal, but I do remember my neighbor “taking charge” when she found me. (She is also a very dear friend and a former nurse.)
Well, yesterday another neighbor had an incident. That same friend found her cat in the hallway huddled under a doormat when she walked her dog. She knocked at owner’s door and the neighbor inside kept saying she was coming. Finally, my friend opened the door (it was unlocked) and put the cat inside. She said that the neighbor was a bit disoriented. She told me about it since that neighbor is also my friend. I called and got no response, so I went up. When I got there, she was totally disoriented and kept repeating the same thing over and over. I wanted to call 911 but her phone was locked. I had to go down to my other neighbor’s apartment and dial 911. Then she and I both went back.
The ambulance came, and then we got the apartment presentable again. Also, two other neighbors came by and helped. One said she would take care of her cat. The “injured” neighbor was admitted to the hospital.
The reason for writing this is that I wonder what would have happened to me or to my neighbor if we lived all alone in a house. It is sad for me realize that I need to “stay.” I can travel and have new adventures while living here. But I do not always make such good friends, as I have here. So, I will be living here for a while longer.