released.

I am lucky enough to live in the same building as the neighborhood drunk. This woman is 65 years old but tends to physically look close to 80. She tends to stumble around to the local bars all day until she is turned away due to her reaching the 'crawling' level of intoxity. Quite often I have been lucky when she returns home from her bar hopping to receive a huge hug, life advice about kicking police officers asses, not walking around with an open container, and if your friend walks around with an open container - make sure that you walk ahead of them! She is quite endearing in her advice and usually leaves me to ponder these lessons with a 'pwees sawah don't be mad at meee.. I'm a good kid.'

I was saddened to return home on Friday to see a friend of hers standing on the curb in front of the house. Suddenly after a brief hello a large flashing ambulance spun onto our corner of town. Out rushed a couple of young buff, slow motion running (such as in Baywatch) uniformed people with their arms stacked with blankets, bags and other important items.

After turning out my lights and becoming the sneaky neighbor trying to listen in to the hustle and bustle above me. Turns out that my neighbor had been having seizures for the last two days and hadn't alerted anyone. They rushed her off to hospital with the friend yelling 'Rosie, you better listen to them, they know what they are doing.'
'oh, and your hospital staff better pay no attention to her, shes a stubborn old woman.'

I hope that Rosie is ok, I need some more of those drunken hugs!

Get well soon Rosie! Tell her Stuart from the UK says hi and is wishing her well, when you see her.

Thanks Stewart - I'll pass it along. And update. Although I haven't seen her around - I have noticed her apartment's lights on.. so I am guess that she is around at least.