Compassion Fatigue?

Mrs. A can no longer speak. She still manages to make a lot of noise. Yesterday, she was sitting by the nurses station, letting us all know she was there.

Mrs. B was sitting in her wheelchair several chair-spaces away. Every time Mrs. A would slow down, Mrs. B would chime in. "Can you shut up? I wish you'd shut up," and other variations on that theme.

Yes, it's sad that I find this funny. (We did move Mrs. A to the dining room after that, so Mrs. B wasn't being tortured for hours on end.)