Sorry, it's a bit long but I figured the backstory was necessary :) I had to come to hospital Thursday night on suspicion of a heart attack. I hadn't had one, but I was kept in for further testing as was found to be (doctor's words) "alarmingly anemic". I've been getting iron and B12 injections, other meds, regular blood testing (visited every 4 hours by the ladies I affectionately call my vampire visitors) and vital sign monitoring, so I'm not able to sleep straight through at any point - just 2-3 hour naps. I have an OGD Monday noonish, then that's it for the testing and hopefully home for suppertime. I'm in the US, so hospitals here are largely double rooms instead of wards. I've got one to myself at the moment (roommate was discharged yesterday), but the patient next room over is an elderly lady with (at least) two sons, who like to discuss and disagree over their Mum's care plan in the hallway right outside my room, and therein lies the problem.
They were discussing her care last night while I was trying to catch a bit of sleep, and I heard far, FAR too much of her personal information, illness and prognosis (sadly not good). I mean, I got so much information I was embarrassed FOR her; if I knew anyone had got that much information on me I'd be mortified. Then the sons decided to have a bicker over what to do next. Fortunately, one of the vampire ladies came in so I just asked her to shut the door on the way out - the doors are usu. open as it can get quite close in here.
They started the same thing again this afternoon (only before fighting about Mum, one of them stood there on a business call for ~30 minutes, then after the brotherly slapfight they started talking about what their kids were doing with various sports and clubs) and with no nurse, aide, vampire lady or dietary worker to rescue me, I got out of the bed, adjusted my gown (v. necessary as accidentally flashed my cardiologist a nipple earlier today - there's a pocket in the gown that holds the cardio monitor and the slit at the top is straight through the gown if you can picture it), went to the door, peeked my head out with an expression like 
and [sceptical] combined, looked each of them dead in the eye and...well, the intent was to slam the door, but instead I just shut it as firmly as the anti-slam mechanism allowed.
I mean, I definitely understand that their Mum is likely passing very soon and it does demand discussion and people will be emotional, but there are two lounges at least on each floor, plus "quiet rooms" available for families to discuss care. And the business call was just right beyond the pale. I mean, if you're in a hallway in a hospital, with lots of doors along it that are all open, you can be pretty sure they're not empty storage closets, you know? They're rooms with people in them who may be very ill at worst, and at best they're still needing to sleep and not be disturbed.
I told my night nurse who just came on duty, and she says she'll keep an eye out and if they start again direct them to the quiet room (the nurses here are wonderful). But WIBU to have been irked and make a bit of a point?