We haven’t done Musical Rooms in quite a while. Back just about a year ago, between trips back & forth to the hospital and being moved into different rooms in the nursing home, we never quite knew where my MIL would be.
This time around, she’s been in the same room for entire months at a stretch. Some of the roommates have moved but I think since they moved Frank’s mom up to the 5th floor, she’s only been in 3 different rooms. A few weeks ago was the third move.
At first we thought this was a good thing. The woman in her old room was a cranky, irritable, demanding woman & my MIL didn’t like her. There were issues with the room temperature, the volume of the TV… It was just pretty unpleasant. When my sister in-law called to say they moved mom to a different room, we thought it was good.
I don’t go every single week anymore. I know. I’m horrible but I just hate that place so I go every other week. The last time I was there, the new roommate seemed pretty quiet. This week, however, was a whole different story. I think they probably had her on medication last time I saw her. This time she was constantly calling out for help in both Spanish & English. When we were in the room, she wanted us to get her out of the bed. (She has no legs so that wasn’t going to happen.) When the nurse gave her medication, she refused to take it and told the nurse to give it to Frank. As time wore on, I realized this was the woman we would hear down the hall yelling all the time.
Yes, I feel sorry for the woman. I don’t think that’s how people should be living out their lives. But damn, if I had to listen to that all day, I think I’d go out of my mind. Far as my MIL goes, the good part is she’s hard of hearing. The bad part is the other woman is on her good side.
