great- so on saturday afternoon, gigglemom's first roommate went home. then yesterday afternoon she got a new one. helen.
1 out of every 10 helens is apparently an insane bitch.
last night, my mom was cordial. woman barely spoke to mom and when I dropped stuff off to GM, the roommate shot daggers at me from her eyes. whatever. I figured she was tired from just arriving. word on the street is that she was in the hospital for something (don't know yet) and then got up in the middle of the night and grabbed the curtain, lost her balance and broke her wrist.
yeah - go ahead do the collective "awwwwwww"
got that out of your system? good. let's move on.
around 7pm HELL-en went to sleep according to GM. keep in mind my mom stays up late - but mom'd turned the tv down (HELL-en didn't even want a tv. psycho.) and bitch had closed the curtain anyway. and had been complaining that she wanted the room door closed - the room gets hot as hell in there so mom said that she would prefer it was open (that and the fact that the nurses & aides already don't go in the rooms, they sure as hell will ignore a room with a closed door.
9:30pm- HELL-en wakes up starts SCREAMING at GM "WHAT IS THAT SMOKE? THERE'S SMOKE!"... scared the fuck out of my mother - who is in with heart related stuff.
GM tries to calm her down by telling her nicely there's no smoke and all is okay.
"DON'T YOU DARE LIE TO ME! THERE IS SMOKE IN THIS ROOM!"
luckily at this time, i called my mother, and a nurse was coming in with GM's percacet. so my mom asked the nurse to talk to the roommate.
fine. HELL-en calms down, goes back to sleep.
1AM - "WHAT ARE YOU DOING OVER THERE SCRUBBING FLOORS? SCRUBBING SCRUBBING SCRUBBING!!!"
woke my mother the hell up out of a sound sleep - keep in mind - mom's in there to RECOVER FROM BYPASS SURGERY.
hell-en is in there recovering from a broken wrist (mom heard the daughter talking to the nurse yesterday afternoon saying "well, i just needed a break from her" ------ oh, now it's a daycare for senile freaks?
anyway, mom says "Are you talking to me?"
"YOU STOP SCRUBBING AND MAKING NOISE!"
gigglemom: "I'm not, hell-en, i haven't been able to move from my bed as it is, and i sure am not scrubbing floors" (said in a calm voice - god bless her)
hell-en: "THE HELL YOU AREN'T"
[buzz for nurse]
flash forward to 4:30am - gigglemom sound asleep.
"CLEAN OUT THE FREEZER IT'S FREEZING SHUT UP CLEAN IT!!!!!"
wtf? my mother is going to have a fucking heartattack from being woken up suddenly by Screamy McGee.
mom buzzes for the nurse to come help her to the bathroom. nurse actually arrives for mom.
HELL-en then starts screaming "YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME MY BLOOD PRESSURE MEDICINE! COME HERE NOW!"
nurse LEAVES my mother who needs to use the ladies' room and cannot get in there by herself - to go over and talk to hell-en.
mom hears her say "well, you aren't scheduled for it til 8am, but i will see if i can get it for you now."
---- hey folks, remember when it took the nurses 3 fucking hours to bring my mom a percacet that she needed for the pain?!? i. am. livid. ----
anyway - so yesterday - pre-insanity rearing it's head - my mom was trying to make small talk when hell-en was first there. mom saw that there was a little pot of live shamrocks on hell-en's dresser - so mom said "oh those are very nice shamrocks - are you irish?"
hell-en, the first inkling that she was a fucking whore bitch says, snarling:
"THE FURTHEST THING FROM IT"
fuck you. then get the effing shamrocks off your dresser.
i am going there in 2 minutes to speak with the advocate there and get that wench moved out of my mother's room...
