Phone conversation with the apartment manager after 5 hours of my mother's phone going directly to voice mail, and my dad calling me all pissed off about it:
Apt manager: Oh, well, I'll have Ann (a neighbor) call you - the paramedics are at there right now
Me: WHAT? AT MY MOM'S APARTMENT?
Apt manager: Yes, well, she didn't show up for Scrabble so Helen (another neighbor) went in because the door was unlocked and your mom was still in bed and Helen could not wake her up.
Me: What happened?
Apt Manager: I'll have Ann call you
30 minutes later:
Ann: Well, we could not wake your mom up so we called the paramedics. She's ok now, she's walking around the apartment.
Me: Can I talk to her?
Mom: I don't know what happened. Here, talk to Heather
(Heather is the head nurse on the unit my dad lives on at the nursing home, and my mom's neighbor Helen's daughter-in-law)
Heather: It seems that your mom took an overdose of Ambien. She's really not truly awake right now, she's going to have to sleep it off. The paramedics say she's ok - her vitals are good. She's just going to go back to bed. But, we've taken all the Ambien out out of the house so she can't take any more. Ambien makes people sleep walk she has no idea why she took all of her pills for Thursday night AND Friday night.
I swear that even with the poor health she has, she's going to outlive me. But at least she's well rested.