Silence is Golden

Oh my gosh [I think my granddaughter says this by writing OMG. It is amazing kids that kids know to talk anymore]! Anyways, I have had the worse trouble sleeping the last couple of nights. It appears that my roommate thinks she’s a baby again, because she is constantly crying for her mother in the early hours of the morning to take her to see nana's horses. Good Lord, is this how we are supposed to "age gracefully?" If so, then please take me now.

The nurses have explained to me that my roommate has dementia and that her condition will progressively get worse. In having a conversation with her daughter, the physician has prescribed something to address this change that she has recently experienced. In addition he has also provided something to help her sleep at night. For that I am very elated; however, what about me? The doctor needs to prescribe something to help me sleep, because I’m about to go stark raving mad if I don't get decent rest.

When addressing my concern to one of the administrative staff members, they mentioned to me that since I am levying the complaint regarding my roommates late hour, maternal chanting, I will have to be the one to move to another room. How is that fair? I’ve been living in this room for three years, eight months and six days. Now, because I have been a good person, followed all the rules, and never had any problems, I have to move?

If only I had terrible hearing that required hearing aids that I could take out at night, so I couldn’t hear my own breathing. Ugh, it doesn’t pay to be this old and healthy!