After calling 911, we waited for an officer to arrive. I had her sitting on our stairway, because my house is a wreck since I was in the middle of cleaning before my trip to the ER. We gave her a bottle of water and offered her some food. She told me her name. I found out she had four kids, but she had to think about that one. She insisted on us not calling any of her children, because she didn't want to "hear it all night". She kept asking me what my name was. She was a grandma of my own heart. She cussed. A lot. There's seriously nothing funnier than an skinny old lady cussing about life. Bless her heart.
When the officer arrived, she told the officer she was "all fucked up" but hadn't been drinking, yet. The officer took her outside, checked over her car and made sure it was locked. She asked me if it was okay to leave it here overnight and I told her it was. We buckled her into the backseat of the cop car and the officer took her home. Her car was gone by this afternoon, so I am assuming all is well.
The whole time we were helping her, I couldn't help but think about an elderly patient of mine who disappeared two years ago. I couldn't help but think, what if she does have something wrong with her? What if she didn't come to my house, but went to someone else who wouldn't help her? What if she had an accident while she was driving around trying to figure out where she was?
I'm just very happy that she found us and we got her safely back to her house. I do believe she came to us because we're one of the few houses in the neighborhood with Christmas lights. As @kristencmcd told me when I called her back, "Someone will be very happy to have their Grandma back." Indeed my friend, indeed.