When we pulled up to the apartment building we noticed a young man behind the closed parking lot security gate. He said he was trying to open it for us but couldn't. As we made our way to the back of the large complex he informed us that he had been trying for several hours to get a hold of his mother. She had called him earlier in the day and asked him to come over but now wouldn't answer her phone or the door. Although he had heard her moaning a couple of times when he knocked loudly.
We stood on the 3 floor in front of my patients apartment and knocked. No answer. Her son was now getting very anxious and was starting to get in the way so I sent him to look for AMR. We discussed our options and decided to force the door. I then realized it was a steel door in a steel frame. At least the walls weren't concrete.
Instead of just making the long trek back to the rig to grab the irons so we could "properly" force the door I decided to give it a couple of good kicks to see if that might just do the trick. After the first kick I knew it wasn't going to give but I gave it a second one anyways. Mostly out of frustration. then, from behind the door, we were yelled at by our patient. "Don't break down my door!!"
I guess the son just needed to knock a little louder.
We announced ourselves as members of the fire department and asked her to come unlock the door. As we stepped inside I could hear my engineer apologize to the neighbors for all the noise.
My patient was alert and oriented but slow in answering questions. She admitted that every time she fell asleep she felt as if it were a deeper and deeper sleep. Thankfully she was willing to go in and get checked out because it was obvious that there was something wrong. Hopefully it all gets figured out and we don't have to go back.
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