Two new posts today you lucky things!
First piece of riveting news is that our resident shouter, who today I'm calling Rattling Rosie has been moved to the room immediately adjacent to mine. Delightful. This is apparently for my safety throughout chemo as she's another longer term resident who they can guarantee is free from infection. All good news so far. No, really, it is apparently
Now the shouting. OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ah, ah, oh, oh no, no, no Nursie, nursie, don't leave me. Nurse No! Get in here NOW! NOW! Mummy, Mummy, Nursie, Nursie. All of this ad infinitum for anything between 2 and 9 hours at a stretch. Let me be clear here so I don't sound like some horrible, unkind person. Rattling Rosie is ok. She doesn't have severe dementia - she remembers shit when it suits her. She's not in unmanaged pain. She just gets bored. Clearly, very, very bored. When she genuinely needs something and rings the bell (which she's perfectly capable of doing) a nurse goes in to see what's the matter and Rosie says "Oh nothing dear, I'm fine". or "Could you please move me?" or "What do you want?" The rest of the time is pure divilment!!! She's currently chatting away nicely to one of the nurses..... Lovely isn't it - it's 05.27!!!!!!
Now I'm a reasonably patient person, but I cannot see this situation ending well.
I may still be in hospital while Kevin, myself and many of my other visitors face and serve prosecution for collusion in various crimes at HMP... ;-)
My patience is wearing thinner and thinner.... Grrrrr!
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