Fussin and Fightin - Day 2

Well, Flossie is still on a rampage! I am beginning to feel sorry for Sharon, the nurses aide - Flossie has started going off on her too.

Since the oxygen machine runs 24 hours a day, Flossie's room becomes unbearably hot, especially in the spring and summer. Yesterday, was no exception. Sharon was sitting in Flossie's room about to die of heat exhaustion. Why? It was almost 80 degrees outside and Flossie forbid her to open the window or turn on the ceiling fan. And to make matters worse, she was fussing incessantly. Mike, being the sweetheart that he is, intervened by telling Sharon that she needed to do what was in both her and Flossie's best interest. Meaning - open the blankety blank window and turn on the ceiling fan. The heat aggravates Flossie's asthma and creates an unbearable working condition for the aide.

Flossie was having none of this! She told Sharon if the window wasn't shut "right now" she was leaving!

"Well, where are you going Flossie? You know you can't go down the stairs."
"I know that! I'm sitting in the hall."

And with that, Flossie rolled into the hallway and parked her wheelchair!