So frustrated and anxious!!!

Oh the stuff ups I've had along the way...I've lost count. Once in hospital, I had a Social Worker wearing a rather startling purple eyeshadow, poke her head into my room. She was told that I lived alone at home and was single. Well...I asked her if my husband of forty years had recently divorced me, (that is since yesterday) or if he'd pipped me to the post in the dropping off our perches race. My daughter and her partner of nine years, with whom we house shared and my four fur babies were also erased. She blinked (rather vividly) and looked at her notebook again and read out my full name and hospital number. I wondered what other cock ups were being made behind my back. Sheessshhhh!!!