You're Kidding Me!

 The latest on the rogue nurse-assessor is that she turned up at the home on Friday, announcing 'I can't go to (other local home) because they have an outbreak of (some bug), so I'm going to do an assessment here instead.' No notice whatsoever.

These meetings are supposed to involve the assessor, the nurse from the home - who obviously needs time to prepare, a social worker and the family. If I understood my sister correctly, this was with a patient whose daughter comes to see them every day, so who obviously would have expected to be involved. You can't call one of these at no notice, it makes a mockery of the entire process. That's getting added to the complaint as further evidence of her behaviour, and I'll suggest to my sister she tells the manager that she is fine with him mentioning we're complaining to other affected families, as a few more complaints won't hurt.

I also just realised today that the meeting between the nurse-assessor and my sister was even worse than I thought. I'd thought Andrea found out she was a nurse-assessor at the end of the meeting when she said she would recommend a funding cut, but it turns out she didn't even identify herself then. Andrea only found out she was a nurse-assessor when she spoke to the home's manager later, she left the meeting convinced she'd been talking to a social worker who wasn't competent to understand the medical issues (and so hadn't challenged her on them).

Meanwhile we had a letter to say the funding people want a meeting on the 21st (which is how the process is supposed to happen). This is probably meant to be the next step in the process, but we'll be pressing for it to be a restart. My sister and the home have agreed L will be the nurse representing them at that. L is small, rounded, incredibly sweet, and utterly ferocious in defence of her patients. She seems to have been appalled when she heard what had happened. My sister's suggestion is that I don't attend that meeting, that we hold me in reserve for the later stages, but that would only be the case if it is a restart, if they're trying to push ahead then I probably need to be there.

Aaiiee!

When you're four days from a submission deadline, have vital changes to make courtesy of your beta (thanks Yoon!) , and the only computer with Word installed decides to stop working....

I knew my laptop needed fixing, the keyboard has been somewhat dud for months, but I hoped I could get this submission done using a plug-in keyboard before trying to repair it myself or sending it off for repair if I couldn't. (See 'only computer with Word installed' for why I was so reluctant to risk not having it). Only now the dud keyboard has decided rather than having keys that don't work, it'll have ones that intermittently decided to work constantlyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

It completely locked up the laptop earlier, and I was terrified I'd lost the first half of the changes. I seriously considering dismantling and disconnecting the keyboard in the hopes that would stop it and allow me to get back in with the remote keyboard. But then I remembered there's an online version of Word. I still needed to get back in, so thank god it's intermittent rather than truly constant, but I dived in, saved a copy on Onedrive and switched computers.

Word Online lacks a few features, but it's perfectly usable, and my changes are done. Moral of the story, make sure you're saving copies onto Onedrive and check out Word Online if you haven't already as you never know when you might need it.

In Ark news, I worked out that the falling egg production after evicting all but one of the male dodos was probably down to Frederick the Dodo actually being Fredericka. Whoops! I then went on a big supplies gathering expedition on my raft, round into the next bay, where I was killed several times in the early game. It seemed much less scary this time. Well at first it did, anyway.

Having filled the raft three quarters of the way to capacity and started home, I spotted one last spot I wanted to hit. Greed will get you every time. I'm busy chopping wood when I spot a sarchosaurus waddling ashore. First one I've seen, but there's no mistaking that giant crocodile look. So I leg it back to the boat and as I'm trying to steer it off the beach the sarco spots me and attacks. I killed it, but not before it had completely trashed all of the supply crates on the raft, leaving everything I'd gathered scattered in the shallows. Cue me frantically building new supply crates as night falls with one eye constantly looking around in case he brought a friend.

I was lucky.