So I've been in the hospital since last Thursday, and now I am ready to scream at my roommate's family to GTFO. Visiting is one thing. But staying hour after hour, even in the evening (past the close of visiting hours), blocking the road (I'm hooked to an IV that's a pain to move around at the best of times, but maneuvering around inconsiderate <expletives> who think that moving their feet an inch will help when it's their whole damn CHAIR that's in the way)... and I guess they're too good to use the public washrooms, and the constant yapping...
The roommate herself is 85 years old and thankfully doesn't object to my staying up late on the computer (she has her own), but her family is a bunch of inconsiderate clods.