I got my Noro Sock yarn today--less than a week after ordering it from Ebay! And I still think I got a good deal--it was $16.00 (I won the bid, otherwise it was 18.00 "buy it now") I was so depressed after yesterday's grilling that I needed that yarn to lift my spirits. And it's still cheaper than a shrink! Who can be depressed when looking at all those magical colors flow together, blending like a rainbow of bright hues? Even if I tried dying my own yarn, I couldn't reproduce Noro's ceratin graduation that always looks clean and not muddled.
Yesterday was a bummer. That State inspector tried to turn all my words around and refused to let Bob utter a word. There was a DEA present also but he was relatively quiet. But the investigator was not at all as I had pictured from his manner on the telephone.And when he asked me to finialize it all by writing a statement, he said,
"just write that the narcs were recieved by me and signed for, then disappeared." That's NOT what happened and I'm so sorry I didn't have a lawyer there to represent me. Now all I can do is wait for the State Board to review my statement. Bob said I appeared stoned at the interview. Well, what does he expect when my stomach was killing me and I hadn't eaten anything in over 24 hours? Last night I was having trouble with swallowing. It felt like a pill or something was stuck in my throat.I wonder if it's really all nerves?
I don't want to ever work as a nurse again, but if I surrender my lisense volentarily it may appear as an admission if guilt. I just detest the thought of the whole nursing scene. My whole career has been nothing but a disaster.
It's time to go pet the Noro again.