Sunday, June 9, 2013

3:30 AM Adrenaline Rush!!!

Before you all get excited, no, I did not get called for transplant in the middle of the night. You would've known before now if I did. So, no call for transplant, however, I was called to the door. Let me start at the beginning.

It's Saturday night and Mom and Mike decide to go spend the night at the trailer out at my aunts. They take my guard dog with them, so it's just me and the Fluff man. I'm feeling lousy (due to the iv antibiotics). It's 10:00 PM and I decide it's time for bed. I head downstairs, making sure every door is locked first. Then I jump into my nice, warm cozy bed and snuggle up for the night.

I am having a glorious sleep, finally. And at 3:30 AM I am awoken. By what you ask? A pounding on my front door that lasts at least 5 minutes before I am awake enough to get my bearings. I am still half asleep and decide I better get up and see what is going on. I carefully pull back the curtains and blinds in my room (careful that the person outside doesn't see me) and take a peek. I look up and see a lady on my doorstep with long dark hair wearing only a tiny shirt and jeans. After taking a quick peek I think to myself  "Stacey? What the hell is she doing pounding on the door at 3:30 AM wearing only that. Doesn't she have a key?"

After deciding it must be Stacey I head upstairs and open the door a crack. Much to my surprise it is not Stacey at all. Who is it you ask? Some lady who I do not recognize. Before I say anything she looks at me and says, "I'm the neighbor, call 911 please". I'm flustered and say, "yes" before quickly closing the door. I flip on the light and head upstairs. My heart is pounding now (getting out of bed so quickly and running upstairs is not good for lungs that hate you). I search for the phone. Found it! I dial 911 and nobody is there. It sounds like dead air. I start saying, "Hello, Hello?" over and over again. Finally a lady comes on and says, "For what town or city please?" I tell her where I am (I am alert enough to know where I am). Then she asks the next question, "Do you require RCMP, fire or ambulance?" I think for a moment and say, "I have no idea, some lady just came pounding on my door and asked me to call 911." The operator then says she is going to connect me to the RCMP.

The officer comes on the line and asks what is wrong. Again I have to tell her that I have no idea and explain, again, about the lady on my doorstep. She then says, "okay. I'll send officers right now. Can you stay on the line until they arrive?" Knowing I have no other option I say, "yes". She then asks me lots of questions: "How old was the lady, what did she look like, where did she go, can I see anything going on?" I tell her all I know and inform her that I cannot see the neighbors front yard very well. I did see the lady looking panicked hiding by the fence and going into their backyard. After about 10 long minutes two cops show up and I finally hang up the phone.

Being curious I go look out the window and see if I can see what is going on. All I see is 3 officers. One takes his super bright flashlight and begins looking around the yard. The two female officers go to the door. There was not much to see. After about 10 minutes of watching that, an ambulance rolls up and a stretcher is wheeled to their front door. Everyone goes inside the house and I stand and wait to see if any action comes. I wait about 5-10 minutes and decide that I am tired and head back to bed. I finally fell back asleep around 5:30 AM. I think I slept with one eye open for the rest of the night.

This concludes my 3:30 AM adrenaline rush. Mom and Mike arrive home safely the next day and I inform them that next time they need to leave my trusty guard dog at home with me. I also learned that next time I should just yell through the door and ask what they need. I guess it was pretty gutsy to open the door! I'm pretty tough!

1 comment:

  1. Not opening the door at 3:30 am without your guard dog or mommy home is NOT a good idea, even if you are tough..Next time yell through the door or call 911 yourself to get rid of the crazy lady!!!!! And stay up to spy for better info.. How can mom get any gossip going?

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