When my husband and I go to dinner, it seems more often than not that we end up next to the table with the overly loud patron that can be heard all over the restaurant. On my son's last dinner before flying out, we went to the largest brewery restaurant in San Diego and were seated next to the area where someone was having a "going away" get together and some drunk girl was telling stories and laughing too hard at her own jokes and just ruining the pretty ambiance. As we walked out, I kept pointing to table after table of quiet, subdued patrons enjoying their meal and conversations. What couldn't we be seated next to them, I ask? Ugh!
Well, it seems like my bad luck continues in the hospital. I had surgery a month ago and was resting comfortably in my bed until they brought in a lady who ended up keeping me up all night because she wanted this or that or wanted help finding her Bible or some ice chips. I could have wrung her throat. When her daughter got there in the morning, she told her "I didn't sleep all night!" and I was SO tempted to say out loud "AND she made sure I DIDN'T EITHER!" Argghh!
And last night, after being admitted to the hospital after having more surgery and coming back to an emergency room visit with 103 degree fever, I get put into a room with a young girl who is listening to her hip hop music on her iPhone when I'm being wheeled into the room. I asked if this was the only available bed cuz I could see the writing on the wall...but nope, sorry...it is the only available bed. Sure enough, her girlfriend arrives around 10 pm and sits on her bed with her and they are listening to music so I read until about 11:30 and turn off my light to give them the hint to be quiet. No such thing! I plug in my earbuds to my iphone to drown out the stupid rap music with every other word an "F" word and still can't sleep because their light is bothering me and I like absolute quiet when I sleep. Finally at 1 am, when they start snapping their fingers to the music...I've had enough. I get out of bed and talk to the charge nurse and tell her there is a reason that civilian hospitals have curfews for guests. She tells my "roomie" that her guests (which now include a boyfriend) have to leave and she needs to go to bed. She curses (of course) but goes to the waiting room to hang out with them all night! Relief at last!
Unbelievable bad luck, I tell you!
I have surgery scheduled for the end of the month. You KNOW I am dreading my roommate...
Well, it seems like my bad luck continues in the hospital. I had surgery a month ago and was resting comfortably in my bed until they brought in a lady who ended up keeping me up all night because she wanted this or that or wanted help finding her Bible or some ice chips. I could have wrung her throat. When her daughter got there in the morning, she told her "I didn't sleep all night!" and I was SO tempted to say out loud "AND she made sure I DIDN'T EITHER!" Argghh!
And last night, after being admitted to the hospital after having more surgery and coming back to an emergency room visit with 103 degree fever, I get put into a room with a young girl who is listening to her hip hop music on her iPhone when I'm being wheeled into the room. I asked if this was the only available bed cuz I could see the writing on the wall...but nope, sorry...it is the only available bed. Sure enough, her girlfriend arrives around 10 pm and sits on her bed with her and they are listening to music so I read until about 11:30 and turn off my light to give them the hint to be quiet. No such thing! I plug in my earbuds to my iphone to drown out the stupid rap music with every other word an "F" word and still can't sleep because their light is bothering me and I like absolute quiet when I sleep. Finally at 1 am, when they start snapping their fingers to the music...I've had enough. I get out of bed and talk to the charge nurse and tell her there is a reason that civilian hospitals have curfews for guests. She tells my "roomie" that her guests (which now include a boyfriend) have to leave and she needs to go to bed. She curses (of course) but goes to the waiting room to hang out with them all night! Relief at last!
Unbelievable bad luck, I tell you!
I have surgery scheduled for the end of the month. You KNOW I am dreading my roommate...