OK, not really. But after several recent encounters with a wide variety of the species I am beginning to wonder if respect, decency, modesty, kindness, sensitivity, and thoughtfulness have gone the way of the Dodo bird.

Bear with me as I take you along on my mini-rant, and please feel free to comment and tell me the problem is with me only and that society isn’t really that bad after all. It will not hurt my feelings to be told that I am 100% wrong, and that yes indeed I am turning into a Curmudgeon.

Let me start with a lady who I will call “Agnes”. I use the name Agnes for a couple of reasons. 1: I can’t use her real name and 2: well, she just reminds of an Agnes.

So, a couple of weeks ago I was sitting with someone in the hospital and it was in one of those rooms that have a curtain dividing the room in half. Except that Agnes had 2/3 of the room, but I digress.

Agnes was one of those people that believe that since she’s in the hospital, she might as well treat the occasion as though she’s in a four-star hotel. That meant that every nurse and doctor was supposed to be at her beck and call. Even the attending physician that was taking care of the person I was sitting with was reminded that she was either hungry or that she needed more meds.

Now, please don’t misunderstand me. Agnes had a host of ailments, one or two of them serious. As a diabetic, for example, she was of course limited to the kinds of food she could indulge in. At least that was what was supposed to happen.

Imagine my great surprise when after she had eaten the evening meal, a couple of hours later along comes her husband toting her 2nd dinner. That’s right, Agnes called him to bring her some “real food”. Fried shrimp it was, and boy did it smell good.

Especially to the person whom I was sitting with that wasn’t permitted anything to eat, not even ice chips! And yes…Agnes was fully aware of this. Can you say INSENSITIVE?

But wait, there’s more! Through the night Agnes could be heard opening candy bars, and once while on the phone she was heard to tell someone that when she wakes up during the night, she just reaches over and eats a few bites of a cake that hubby had brought her, and then goes back to sleep.

There is plenty more, but I can’t really bear to conjure up any more memories of Agnes. Especially the one where she said, “I’m not a very modest person”.

Oh boy……

After a couple of days of this the person I was visiting was moved to a different room. At first, this was cause for celebration. No more having to listen to Agnes and her incessant whining about needing at least 3 or 4 packets of butter for her toast.

The celebration was short lived however, as roomie # 2, who I will call “Gladys”, turned out to be a younger version of Agnes. She too was on the “everyone here exists to serve my every little whim” plan.

Gladys also complained about not getting enough to eat, so she called her daughter who promptly brought her a chicken dinner from someplace. Oh, and her daughter also brought along a 4-year-old who couldn’t be contained or quieted.

Well, I would have gladly done both, but I’m pretty sure hospital security would not have been pleased with my methods.

As it turned out, the person I was sitting with was allowed to go home just a few hours after being placed in the room with Gladys. Upon hearing this, Gladys promptly told the nursing staff that she wanted that bed because there was a window on that side of the room.

Yep, and it had quite a view. Hospital rooftop and duct work as far as you could see. Now, before we leave Gladys, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention something about her daughter.

It seems her daughter used to work for this very hospital and knew her way around the computer software that contains all the doctors notes and such. So, while the nurse was supposed to be processing the discharge of the person I was there with, she instead was consumed with looking up the doctor’s notes of her mother’s recent procedures at the request of her daughter.

Yes, that’s right. Can someone say HIPAA?

Since this post is only going to grow larger, I won’t even go into the aggravation of seeing not one, but two carts shoved into the side of my car at Walmart. Both within 20 feet of the cart corral, but hey, it was starting to get cloudy and maybe they thought they might get rained on.

I also won’t launch into a diatribe over why people park their grocery cart in the middle of the aisle and then stand beside it, making it impossible to go around them. Nope, not gonna go there.

And those not so kind folks who man the phones at the doctor’s office and seem absolutely annoyed that you would dare expect them check the calendar to see when the good doctor would be available?

Nah… I’m giving them a pass as well.

After all, with all of these first world problems I’m having to deal with, I’m not sure I can handle any more!

Have a great day everyone and keep smiling!!

Signed,

A Curmudgeon in the making.

 

 

 

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