I should be in bed now but I just had to share this follow-up story to the original Musical Rooms post.
The very evening of my original post, my sister in-law called. “Remember how I told you mom was on the 4th floor? Well now she’s on the 6th floor.”
Today when Frank & I arrived at the hospital, we told the nice man at the front desk we were visiting 604. Being the law abiding citizens we are, we did not sneak up without visitor passes because that would just be so wrong.
“Hey, we’ve never been on this floor before!” We walked all the way to the end of the hospital wing to find - an empty room. Two beds were neatly made with not a patient in sight. We looked at the name outside the door. Hmm… there was no name.
As we made our way back towards the nurses’ station, we walked down the corridor, looking at the names on each door. Just as we were almost up to the station, Frank spots our last name on a door.
Apparently the hospital staff and nursing home staff know I lead a boring, ordinary life and they are doing everything in their power to make it interesting.
September 30th, 2007 at 9:52 am Quote
I think they are playing games with you. Do you ever hear someone whisper when you get on the floor? Maybe whisper something like “riddle me, riddle me, riddle me ree, I see something you don’t see and the color of it is…YOUR MIL”
That really made no sense but I can see it happening!
September 30th, 2007 at 3:47 pm Quote
I thought you were going to say, “Riddle me this,” like the Joker in Batman.