When I first got here, the head of my bed was in the corner. Half of the room was behind me. People passing in the hall could see most of me, but I had no clue anyone was there if they were quiet.
Before they moved me from the gurney to bed, I had them swap my head for my feet, which threw off the bed control. When I wanted my head raised, I pushed the foot icon.
Somebody complained (not to me).
One wall had a light with three settings, the width of a hospital bed. Looking at a beige wall 24/7 is soooo energizing! Some of the younger girls helped me reposition the bed under the reading light.
The professional gripers began showing up, furious that I had rearranged the room. More people arrived, and all were shouting at others. Finally, I woke up my Marine drill sergeant bellow. "Quiet!"
"Since I am the only person who will be here 23/7, my opinion is the only one that counts. Without people like me, you people would not have jobs here."