A GOOD SS:
I just came out of 4 days in hospital. A systemic infection had made me weak and seriously clouded my mind. Between those problems and those awful hospital beds (they only fold where people don't bend) and strange surroundings, I couldn't even get out of bed by myself.
My neighbor was a 91-year-old Hispanic man who was determined to do exactly as he pleased. He'd get up and wander the halls on unsteady feet, which sent the staff scurrying to bring him back. Then, as soon as they got him back in bed, and they left, he'd take another trip, which started the commotion again. Not good for my sleep. He'd leave the TV on all night on the most horrid cable channel (I learned all about "as seen on TV" products, sleazy lawyers, televangelists and celebrity gossip) but thankfully, being mostly deaf, he didn't turn the sound on.
Sadly, bilingual people were not common on the staff. We all (staff and I) agreed that most of his restlessness came from being incredibly bored and also not entirely sure why he was there. I helped with a little Spanish (a little is all I have), and that resulted in his being provided a good chair so he could sit out in the hall watching the passing people. He finally got some sleep in the chair, I finally got another chair and sat in the hall too so I could get some sleep (studying ceiling tiles is BORING!) and I opined that when I get to 91, with my personality and stubbornness, I'm likely to be just like him.
He was annoying, but he made my stay tolerable.