Ever since I came out of my room now more often to visit my friends, one of the instigating men that caused the dining room horror,has been under my feet ever where I go. OK,so we are a community here,but he seems to come along to talk to whomever I am talking to,he rubber necks into the rooms I visit,he shows up to get his nails done talks to girl doing my nails,sits by the christmas tree while I had fallen asleep on the sofa right there.

Ok my gut has an uh-oh feeling. I am creeped out. I thought to myself that it was my imagination but My friend here asked me what does he want? So I waited until he rolled near me again in the lobby and I asked him why was he stalking me? He said he couldnt care less about me. But he saw me r walk over to speak to director.

Later I was mocked at the nurses station by 2 of the 4 men to a lady I visit with.I ignored them and walked off to visit a friend here who is gravely ill and on hospice and same age as me. But mocked is good sign. I fought back again and now he will need to stay away from me.

The friend I want to be roommates with sat at the table with the 4 men the night the rain flooded rooms and people were sent to the dining room. Heavy rain and no sandbags equal a problem. Anyway they put my friend at the reserved table. She ate dinner there. No one made her move. She said maybe because she is black. There are only a couple of black residents here.

My friend has had a different experience here. A blessed event. I noticed that when I visited her. Much better than my roommates.

Her room had an empty bed and her neighbor,also a bingo friend,had an empty bed. I asked to move to either one. My friend asked for it. But*they moved in a patient delivered from the hospital. My friend says next time. They offered me the choice of 2 remaining rooms in the whole place which are in the reality challenged and not alert section of this place. Not suitable for me. I wont take them. Maybe they could put roomie there.

I continue to visit my friend but it continues to shake up the place. She doesnt understand it. I say sorry and she says not my fault.

Some nurses complain about me and yet just this morning a new nurse put my patches on wrong.Medicine isnt ordered on time.And they dont like it here when I disagree with them or expect to be treated in a timely manner. I am patient and courteous but I am not afraid to say No especially when they want to give my insulin shot an hour before breakfast. I went to the assistant director and kept my promise? I reported the mistakes my nurse made and med pharmacy problem.

I am taking gaba and lyrica now. I have hand jerkies. I fight to stay awake.

Oh and I stopped being patient with Roomie's idiosyncrasies. I call her out. One thing is I eat in peace and she is not fussing at me turn in my tray.