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
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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*
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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.
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