Entitled?

What to title this post?

I thought of

Why I Don't Carry A Gun

But in today's world

That might set off a few alarms.

I also thought

It Is Good That I Have Jesus In My Heart

But that was a little long.

And so 

Entitled

is the word of the day. 

You will see why later.

This story was originally a very long text

sent to four daughters and a friend. 

A private blog post of sorts.

Dianna thought it was blog worthy.

And so, 

here you go....

keeping in mind that I have never posted a blog post from my phone.

Please be gentle, the punctuation is hard with your thumbs.

First of all,

I am still in Ohio at the hospital

a little more than tired and frustrated, 

and here we go. 

After a fourteen hour shift at the hospital yesterday starting at 5:30am yesterday, fighting icy roads to get home, we arrive again this morning before 6 am.

There is a nice waiting room across the hall from mom's room and I was really glad to see that...

or so I thought. 

When we arrived this morning the waiting room door was closed and there was a recliner bed in there and someone was in there asleep.  

Now over the years and sick parents at far away hospitals,

I have slept in my share of waiting rooms, 

However, I have never made it my personal space!

But whatever...

The incidents that followed baffled me.

The young man got up, wandered to the cafeteria, got his breakfast leaving various clothing items strewn about the waiting room.

He then proceeded back to the waiting room moved the "bed" to a comfortable tv viewing position for him, plopped back down, turned the tv up and proceeded to eat his breakfast laughing loudly at the tv show,

And

I 

Said

Nothing

Then he wandered in and out

leaving items everywhere 

until someone finally came and took the bed away 

from him.

And 

I

Said

Nothing

Lunch, three take out containers of food spread everywhere, tv loud, loud laughing, 

Crumbs, napkins and straw papers 

And 

I

Said 

Nothing 
What transpired next was something that almost left me
speechless again...
almost.
I heard this sound.
Really loud sound.
It woke up my mother.
She asked where the cows were.
It sounded like I was at home and the farmer out
the road had just taken the calves away
from their mothers and the mothers are bawling.
Just like that.
Only in the next room,
in the middle of the city.
Out of my seat and across the hall
and what do I see?
This same young man has a plastic cup
over his mouth and is somehow making this sound
very
LOUD
Over and Over
VERY LOUD!!
and
I
SAID
A
LOT!!!!

He stopped.
I know I looked like a crazy woman!

The entire rest of the day...
he demanded that an IV nurse go and get him more food,
he kept the tv loud,
he moved all the furniture to suit his needs,
he made a terrible mess of food and debris
and the final straw.
He took the carry out containers and
threw them up in the air and
batted them across the room.

Of course,
my girls thought I was being unkind
complaining about a
mentally challenged young man...
as I am sure you are probably thinking...
he was not mentally challenged,
he was...
however
the word to describe him...
Entitled.

He had no regard for anyone or anything...
he felt he was
Entitled to behave that way!

When I left the hospital tonight...
he was preparing to stay again.

Update on my mom.
She is still not good. 
They adjusted meds again today.
We begged for one more day.
A kind social worker pulled some strings and got it for us.
Sometimes there are angels sent to help you in things like that.
Do we have everything fixed?
I am not sure.
We will see what tomorrow brings.
In the meantime.
If I didn't have Jesus in my heart....
well it is just good I don't carry a gun.














 

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