Quick Like Molasses

A mere 12 hours after they told us that mom would be moving, she is in her new room. We are on the 7th floor and getting settled in. First, the 2nd floor nurses (let's call them the Jets) told us that mom would not have to move to a new bed, then they said that she would and they gave her some morphine before rolling her into the hall. Once on the 7th floor the nurses there (let's call them the Sharks) started a rumble in the hallway with the 2nd floor nurses who insisted that they had to bring their high-tech bed back down and she would have to be moved. The Shark nurse insisted that they only reason she agreed to the move this late at night was if she did not have to be moved to a new bed. In the end, they found a bed of equal or greater value in the hospital bed market and sent that back down with the Jet nurses and just slid mom into her spot in 702-1. Luckily, she slept through most of this. The nurse we have right now seems a bit stern, but she could just be having a long day. She asked if one of us was going to spend the night (oh yeah, Gretchen got here just in time to wait for another hour before the move happened) and I said that I was. She said she would look for a comfortable chair for me, but then she added "we don't usually allow anyone to spend the night, but we will allow it tonight." I am not sure how this will bode for tomorrow, but I will leave that fight for a stronger sister who has had more sleep than me.