The doctor is increasing my Zoloft, since the current dose isn't doing anything. Hopefully this will provide some help. I'm sick to death of feeling like this.
Monday I was knitting in my room and a CNA came in with a big smile and asked me to make something for her baby! I told her I don't knit for money, but she wouldn't let it go. She even said at one point, "we'll talk about it later." It took several tries to get her to go away. I reported her to the charge nurse, who said he'd refer it to the Director of Staffing (passing the buck much?). I am not a vending machine that pops these things out on command. It's my hobby and I love doing it, but it's still a LOT of work. I encounter people like her all the time. I knit for family, friends and charity, PERIOD. Oh yes, and for myself.
This is probably a petty rant, but it bugs me. I chatter endlessly about my two great-nieces, Angie and Elizabeth. I talk to my ex frequently because we have a disabled son together. Whenever I mention little Elizabeth, he says, "Huh? Who?" Monday I told him I'm doing my annual project knitting preemie hats in Elizabeth's honor, since she's a 74-day NICU veteran. He said, "Elizabeth? No, you mean Margaret (our daughter)." Margaret was born a month late and weighed almost eleven pounds. She wasn't a preemie by anyone's definition. Whenever I remind him who Elizabeth is, he says she isn't "on my radar screen." I'm not sure how many times I need to remind him that she's important to ME.
My current roommate has severe dementia and doesn't talk very much. She keeps me awake at night fairly frequently, but I know she's not doing it on purpose. In fact, I keep an eye on her so I can call the staff right away if she needs help. Her husband is a retired Army doctor, and obviously still used to being in charge. He has no problem issuing orders to the staff, and even telling me what to do. I know he means well, but I do have several large holes in my tongue.
Yesterday one of my Facebook friends sent me a gorgeous bouquet of flowers!
It was just what I needed.
Meantime, I'm in Facebook jail again. I'm not allowed to post in groups until Sunday morning. I have no idea what I might have done wrong (and they never tell you), except perhaps that someone of the opposite political view might have take offense at one of my political posts. Frustrating, because I love sharing the funny memes and pictures I collect.
More hat knitting today. We've had very stormy weather the last couple of days, so it's perfect for hot coffee and knitting.