A patient on my team is getting better. We know this because she woke up this morning and was quite rude to the nursing student. Her exact words were "get out of here and go walk the streets, you prostitute!"
Ahh, the pleasantries of the eldery.
Ironically, her room is right next door to a man who had a similar habit. He would moan at the top of his lungs, and if you appeared in the doorway to ask what was wrong, he would launch into a stream of vulgar invective that proved his past as a sailor beyond any doubt. His nurse was (only half-jokingly) begging the doctors to write him a prescription for haldol.
It is odd, but recognized in at least the four hospitals I've worked in so far, that the cantankerous patients do the best. For some reason, the nice, sweet, old people die much more quickly than their rude and abrasive peers. Maybe it's G-d's way of giving them a last chance to mend their ways.