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It's a madhouse in here. And not in a good way. I'm not going to describe it because I'd like to pretend I'm not a part of this, and being able to tell you all about the co-tenants would be a bad sign.

Am really hoping for visitors who will bring coffee, very soon. I don't know if this will happen - I hope for real coffee every day from about 12 noon to 3 PM but am usually disappointed and have to make do with a second daily phsyiotherapy session instead. Really not the same.

(No I don't drink coffee from the trolley, that instant stuff goes through my innards like sandpaper and tastes awful).


I'm happy to say my roommate continues sane and amiable. It's the two rooms next door. Loud J is intellectually disabled and LOUD. All the time. Loud, opinionated and demanding of the staff. Worse, she really liked her last neighbour - told her she loved her several times an hour and even made her a bracelet out of coloured string - who was replaced the day before yesterday, and she has taken a loud and obnoxious dislike to her new neighbour. She was making loud compliants about her new neighbour's radio noise (non existent) and strewing of stuff in her way (not true). And then her new neighbour snapped and told her to be quiet. Then to shut up. Then apparently poked at her with her walking stick.


I had thought much of it might have been bullshit although I wouldn't blame any neighbour for telling Loud J to shut up. But in a beautiful example of passive-aggression, the new neighbour did tap on Loud J's window this afternoon, eliciting a howl of outrage. I heard the tap, heard the exclamation of the nurse who saw it.

But to be honest, I think it might just be that the new neighbour really is breaking. Of their many loud discussions with Loud J about the many things that have to be talked about, there's been no mention about being more polite to her neighbour - or less noisy.

I cope because I'm further away and I just keep telling myself that Loud J is a 5 year old and that's that.

Anyhoo. Loud J has now threatened to call the police and has muttered (read: yelled) about how Neighbour is going to be arrested and charged. Or possibly moved to a private room. I guess in Loud J's world, that's a punishment.

I'm not impressed by the staff on this one. I rather think Loud J needs to be accomodated in a single room.

But it really bothers me that I would be really amused if the police did pop in. Entertainment, no?


There's another loud woman called Maria, who has dementia. She's okay mostly, but but sometimes she gets agitated and starts to ask how we all got into her house, or doesn't know where she is and tries to leave. The staff try to explain that she's wrong, and she's in hospital, or remind her she's had an operation and will go home soon but not today. I keep wondering if they'd calm her down better if they simply agreed we were all in her home and thanked her for having us. I was always inclined _not_ to contradict demented patients, but then I wasn't having to try and coax them back into bed or prevent them from running away.

Loud Jan has surprisingly little patience when Maria goes off, and Maria gets more agitated when Loud Jan gets more noisy and angry about things. Occasionally they hurl insults at each other.

And pretty much everyone else does their best to ignore it all. Eyes to the window or the telly, play deaf.

Yeah. Okay I just did what I said I wouldn't do. Life here. That's it.

But hey. I read, I knit, I scribble on paper.


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Nov. 1st, 2011 04:30 am (UTC)
Intellectual Disability v Dementia. I can imagine how challenging that would be. I wonder if the nurses have training in either field?

If you could escape, the conflict would make really entertaining drama, but as you're stuck there - not so much.

I wish we were nearer. I'd brew a big pot of coffee, pot it in a thermos and bring it to you.
Nov. 1st, 2011 05:48 am (UTC)
It has just occurred to me that I have a small coffee plunger at home! That's what I need.

Then I won't need visitors ever again!

My roommate and I have actually been watching today's events unfold as if it were a TV comedy/drama. It all happens a bit further down the corridor, so we feel a bit more like spectators. This is good, although it's tinged with a weird sense of guilt.
Nov. 1st, 2011 07:17 am (UTC)
I here i was about to ask how you take it for thursday.. I think i can pop in on Thursday
Nov. 1st, 2011 09:20 pm (UTC)
Yay-de-Yay!!! Can you get Laurie to pick up some extra-nice coffee for you? Hazelnut flavoured or something? Or you'll just to happy to have some decent coffee to hand?

I'd be holding the staff to gun point (er, cane point) to bring me proper coffee from the cafeteria by now! (I'm a coffee fiend). But since they can't do the 'staff of life', I don't imagine they've heard of Vittoria within the confines of the hospital.
Nov. 3rd, 2011 10:33 am (UTC)
The cafe in the front foyer of the main building does perfectly good coffee, but it's too far away. So I went into the nearby volunteer kiosk yesterday and asked for a short black. They said it was a long time since they'd been asked for one of those, and found gthe special short black cup just for me.

It wasn't very good and probably worth a blog entry of it's own and is probably why I could only eat ddry biscuits for 24 hours. But they also have a bric-a-brac table going, so I did get a makeup bag from c.1969

Nov. 3rd, 2011 03:25 pm (UTC)
oooooo..it must have been lovely to browse the bric-a-brac and find something! :-)

Yeah - hospital cafeteria coffee is much better, but like you said - it's a matter of getting hold of a cup of it. That must of been one hell of a cuppa -= take it really upset your tum.
Nov. 1st, 2011 05:07 am (UTC)
I'd bring you coffee. Sigh.

Yes, one of the worst things about rehab is the people one must share it with.
Nov. 1st, 2011 04:08 pm (UTC)
I read a book about conversations with people with dementia in which the writer concluded that it is, in fact, better (less disorienting) for those with dementia if you enter into their world rather than trying to re-orient them to the "real" world.
Nov. 3rd, 2011 10:34 am (UTC)
That's how I understood things to work best and it seems kinder.
Nov. 1st, 2011 06:47 pm (UTC)

Whenever I'm in the hospital, there is always at least one patient, far lost in dementia, screaming for help in a frenzy of existential despair and fear. it really helps an already stressful and discouraging experience.

*more pats*
Nov. 1st, 2011 09:17 pm (UTC)
Sounds like one of the 'adventures' here - only in slow motion, tortuously dragged out over days. You poor thang. *hugs*
Nov. 2nd, 2011 12:25 am (UTC)

Sounds like you could use noise canceling headphones tuned to Loud J's frequency!
I recall Stanford Hospital has patient services that include musicians like harpists, guitar players, art therapists, pet therapists and the like that come to our room. I wish every hospital had stuff like that. But I think you have to be pretty sick...and well insured.

Nov. 2nd, 2011 05:50 am (UTC)
Mea culpa. Been under the weather which is why you aint seen me. Will bring coffee when i do turn up next. By then, no doubt, you'll be bathing in the huge quantities you've received from your loving well wishers.
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