Enemas, jelly and awful neighbors in hospital rooms

Me, trying to whisper out of respect for other patients and hear my father’s feeble voice in intermediate care.

The woman next to me, screaming at the top of her lungs « IF YOU WANT ANYTHING ASK, WE PAID GOOD MONEY YOU BETTER COME OUT OF HERE WELL. YOU WANT JELLY ? I MADE THEM GIVE YOU TWO JELLYS, EVEN IF YOU ARE DIABETIC YOU NEED YOUR STRENGTH. EAT , EAT AND FILL YOUR STOMACH. YOU’RE CONSTIPATED ? ASK FOR AN ENEMA, ASK TWO FOR ENEMAS, THEY CAN DO THAT WITH THE MONEY WE PAID YA HAJ. WAIIIIT THIS TANTE SAFEYA SHE WANTS TO TALK TO YOU. جعان ياحج ؟ كل و عبي بطنك، كل كل ده احنا دافعين و لازم نستفيد ولو عايز حقنا شرجية تطلب، اطلب حقنتين برحتك »

Meanwhile this woman’s poor husband just looked on helplessly and I barely heard one word out of three of what my father was trying to say. Who said hospitals were a place for rest? Clearly for some you get your money’s worth in jelly and enemas.