You can tell by the time of this post that it's been an eventful night at our house.
It all started when my neighbor came over to ask us to move a car that was parked in front of her house. It wasn't our car - not sure whose car it was - but she was agitated about it. She has dementia and Parkinson's and isn't doing too well at this point. Her husband uses a power chair due to knee problems he's had for years.
She kept shuffling back into her house and coming right back out again. She also had on a summer type nightgown that you could see right through!
My DS said he'd go over and speak to the husband. He came right back out and asked me to get the guy across the street to come help. I asked what was wrong and he said the man was lying in the hallway next to his wheelchair.
I scooted across the street and got our other neighbor and he came to help. When we both walked into the house next door I immediately knew that these two people (in their 80's) did NOT need to be living alone. The whole house reeked of urine and it was filthy.
DS and neighbor managed to get him to his bed and he propped himself up on the edge of the bed. He was having a terrible time getting his breath and his feet were so swollen. He insisted he was okay. DS called the ambulance and we waited there with them for help to arrive.
I knew they had a son who lived locally and asked if he wanted to call him. He kept scrolling through his cell phone so finally I asked what name the son was listed under and I would call. I found him and called but got no answer. The EMT's arrived and finally convinced him to go to the hospital. One of them tried the son again and got him. Asked him to come over ASAP. It took them a while to get him loaded up on the stretcher and by that time the son arrived.......drunk as a skunk. And he had driven!!
The EMT's noticed it as well as everyone else there. He couldn't hold a conversation or even stand straight. Well, after they got the man loaded into the ambulance (with his wife) the EMT's called the police. So we had a fire truck, an ambulance and two police cars on our street. They questioned us since we were the ones who made the initial call. The son kept insisting that he lived there and was the primary caregiver to these folks. He doesn't live there and by the looks of things in their house doesn't do a very god job of looking after them. Needless to say the police would not let him back in his car and, after another police cruiser arrived on the scene, he was carted off to jail.
Husband and wife were both taken to the hospital and EMT's said that Social Services would now become involved. Thank goodness! I'm still worried about them....bless their hearts.....they do no deserve to be living like they were. When the EMT asked the man what they were eating everyday he said hot dogs and bread.

If sonny has money to go get liquored up then he has money to get them some decent food.
I cannot sleep now and I'm worried about them. I pray everything turns out well for them and they get the help they deserve. I'm amazed they were surviving all alone this long. It's obvious they couldn't manage alone. I might just take a ride up to the hospital tomorrow and visit them.
That was our night of excitement here on our street. Wish it had been something positive like me winning the lottery or something!