At some point I was in the bathroom when they came looking for me to stab my fingers and arm. I said "Excuse me I am in the bathroom!" The nurse OPENED my bathroom door and I slammed it back shut. Come on folks! You can wait a minute and let me pee in private. GOOD GRIEF!
I promise not to drop dead on the toilet if you will leave me in peace!
I came out and asked for clean sheets, mine looks awful and there is blood on them from all the stab wounds and the staff tells me they are out of sheets.
WHAT? How can this hospital ALWAYS be out of sheets when I ask for them?
I am GRUMPY.
I am tired.
I am working up my energy to go ask for my yogurt and pray there aren't any excuses today...
It's so unfair they wake you up every 20 minutes starting at 4am and then refuse to feed you until 8am.
Last night I couldn't finish my dinner because my tongue hurts so badly, so I wrapped up the leftovers and kept it by my bed. Later in the night, I was hungry and decided to fight with my food and try to get some more down.
Immediately some nurse comes running "I SMELL FOOD!" and she burts into my room like I've been caught in a den of thieves.
I just stared at her and said "I am trying to eat my dinner!"
Good grief. I am grumpy.