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This was on my penultimate day in hospital. One of the hospital managers took special care to relate a new experience she had. 

Here's the gist of the dialogue.

Head nurse👩‍⚕️: Oh darling. I must tell you a story. You know how I hang out here with the nurses sometimes. I was here last night and yho! Hehehee
Me👩🏾‍🦱: *confused and sleepy* Ahh yes. Hahaa. 
👩‍⚕️ (continues talking and actually sits next to me 😬): Last night, I could hear Mr So-so really bringing down the house with his loud snores (continues to chuckle uncontrollably) 
I went to his bed to check, and my gosh, he was sleeping so soundly. I was in shock. 
👩🏾‍🦱: Oh. Hey. Look at that. Poor Mr So-so. He was innocent. (Me contemplating ending this conversation) So, was it me and not him? 
👩‍⚕️(really wants to tell the story, while leaping from side to side on her chair. So I indulge her. Big smile on.): No, I said to the nurses, the noise comes from room 6. They looked at each other and started laughing. I told them it's impossible because there are two small ladies in there 
[I'll stop here to talk about how she referred to me as "small" 🥳]
Cntd.
👩‍⚕️: So I came into your room (chuckle chuckle.) I switched the light on to believe it (chuckle chuckle.) Then I looked at the pretty face that lay there so peacefully, but the sound coming out of it was very very big, you know. Hahahahaha (chuckled to almost summon MacBeth's witches). It was unbelievable. I just left. The nurses laughed at me when I went back to the sister's station. They knew what I had seen. 
👩🏾‍🦱: ahahahaaa ehhh ya 🫠. Okay. I gotta sleep now. 
Sorry about the snoring. I left my CPAP machine at home and I've been stuck in hospital since. 🫠🫠🫠🫠

Also, my room mate asked for stronger sleeping pills because of me. 
Openly so. We share a doctor. I'm a general clown, so she felt free to make that request. 
I'm proud and embarrassed at the same time. 
Hehe.
Anyway, let me go home and snore into my CPAP machine, was my last thought. 

Hospitals are like little hostels. There are so many habits to get used to.
The nurses are people too. Sometimes they will jump out of their professional skin to share a human thought and I decided that I'm okay with that. 

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