LTC nursing is a great place to see weird shit.
There was the church lady “prophetess” who routinely let girls know they were pregnant and asked me about people in my life.
There was the room that would go pitch black occasionally, couldn’t see any light for a minute or two.
There was the room that had three consecutive residents screaming about the murderer killing children.
There was the patient that kept telling us to help “that old man” and described the prior patient perfectly. He died weeks before she was admitted.
There’s the squeak of shoes all night in the Alzheimer’s unit, the random screams, the chairs rocking on their own.
I could go on and on.