But while just sitting upon my bed looking out the window a little bit ago… a familiar feeling came. I was sick a lot around the ages of 6 to 8 years old, as I recall. Mumps once and maybe either chicken pox or measles (I’m pretty sure measles but maybe both) because I remember the rash and all the adults getting excited and missing weeks of school. I had my tonsils out too; but mostly I remember looking longingly out the window and wanting to go outside just like I did when I awoke this morning to the uncouth Indian voices —that last part being normal fare around here.
There’s a nice breeze today, its 60 degrees and I’d love to go out for a hike in the woods—to visit the Lady of the Lake. But the adult in me knows better, says no like my mother did back when I had the mumps and measles and I am left with that familiar feeling not knowing what to do with it but blog it.
It has been many-a-moon (in fact many years of moons) that I’ve been this congested. I woke this morning, as I have many mornings after their Indian hookah (or whatever) parties, with a migraine. Yeah, I just put the 2 + 2 together on that one! Same deal last weekend and the one before—open eyes and head pounds. The smell of whatever they put in their pipes is nauseatingly disgusting and finds its way up through the floor and walls. Even though I’ve shut and covered the heating vents, when they put on their central air unit, it pumps the smelly residue right on up here. And it wakes me in the night. After today, only 44 more days of this; they move out on the 31st of December. Happy New Year! Yay!
Oh, by the way, I can’t prove they smoke hookah but the maintenance guys say most all of them do and I’ve smelled actual … well, you know that, “OMG what the heck is that burning?” , but I think after a while they changed it up a bit to something different. Maybe this would be hard for you to believe, but REALLY, I’ve better things to do then speculate about it, although blogging about it generally does help release some levels of frustration.
My lungs and sinuses are not real happy, nor is my head right now. They know I’m sick up here in the apartment above them—they must hear me coughing throughout the night just as I hear their coughing! Despite that, they had a loud and in my opinion grossly bad-mannered boisterous party last night. Just lovely! They know I’d hear every word and yelp above them!
My family has been dropping off food and medicine—because going out into the marketplace with one of my coughing jags wouldn’t be pretty, not that I couldn’t do it—but it’d be embarrassing is all. Yesterday, finally liquid Nyquil and a vaporizer came through the door and I was just about to finally sleep (something for the previous two nights I’d not been able to do due to coughing) and just as the cough calmed, they started with the hookah and loud voices and hyena laughter—the female Indian is really good at that! You know that there are such things as pig calling contests, right? Well, if they had hyena laughter impression contests, she’d be the world champion!
The laughter and talking is highly nervous and hyper sounding—that’s the hookah hyena laugh and you want to talk about speed? They already talk a mile-a-minute as is, but on hookah (or whatever stimulant they obviously use), well, it’s hard to describe. And I don’t want to talk about it.
So anyway, I am too sick to go out and play and mostly too sick to work too although yesterday—bless her heart!—I had a very patient astrology client put up with my hacking cough and my loss of voice for an hour session. Thank you Janie!
I had to cancel and reschedule the other session that I’d planned to do yesterday; I really don’t like having to bump clients into the next week but I’ve got to get over this cold or clearing or whatever we want to call it. It started last weekend when I spoke to the Hyena impersonator about the smell of garlic (so strong I could taste it in my mouth) – I got a few things off my chest at that time although we’re talking about a conversation that lasted less than 2 minutes.
I knocked on their door with my apartment reeking of garlic and with the taste of it in my mouth—anyway, the very next day I started with a sore throat.
Their cooking smells, second hand hookah stink (if that nauseating smell is what I think it is) and germs make their way up to me way too easily—a compliment to the architect and builder of this complex! May he have a long and happy laugh—which is sarcasm!
The hyena Mumbai lady and her equally obnoxious partner (the pants-on-fire dude; see previous posts) are letting it rip today; shouting at the top of their lungs and minds—are they trying to goat me into coming down for another confrontation? Sorry, too sick—don’t have the energy. Besides, I approached them both once –no actually 3 times now and got nowhere—it’s like talking to a wall.
I want to go out of this apartment today—get out of here; but to escape where? I don’t trust myself to drive being under Nyquil’s influence and I don’t want to make my family sick. I joke with my grandson who is the one sent to the door with meds or food. Not wanting him to get sick I will say to him: “okay, son, set the bag down, put your hands in the air, then cover your mouth and back away slowly.” Nobody in our family is sick–just me and the Mumbai’s.
One benefit to being here near my family versus being alone in the mountains is that my family helps me out at times like these. I love my family.
There’s no doubt in my mind that my downstairs neighbors are being more obviously and purposefully vocal since they were told that their lease is not being renewed—apparently it was that. At first, I thought it was their choice to move. Apparently not, or they wouldn’t be acting out the way that they currently are this past week! The female right now as I type this is singing loud at the top of her lungs, while she grinds up something in the blender—I suspect tobacco. They’ve been loud and ugly plenty before, but its all been escalating since last week.
I am going to do more writing more today — no, not about this. I’m going to utilize a blog topic that I’ve had in mind and convert it into a newsletter which is only 4 days late now! Best get at it. Maybe a movie later, I don’t know.
I’m stuck inside just like when I was a little girl – oh, and idea: maybe I can download a good book on kindle later. I’m very good at holding concentration now with music on and sleeping soundly with music on. I’ve learned to tune my mind to IT in avoidance of their hyena yelps and ‘faster-than-a-speeding-bullet’ talking.
I just want to add that I totally don’t buy it! You know? I mean the argument about “It’s our culture to be loud, obnoxious and cook stinky food and not care about anybody else”. Nope. Don’t buy it. Why? Because IN FACT they are NOT in their culture anymore—if they want to be, then why not return to India? No excuse in my book! Their right to act out and create stinks ends with my right to have reasonable quiet living environment and to breathe clean air. I wonder if a lawyer would have any kind of case in this situation? Anyway…
I think the world map of astrology well, on a geodetic map… if I recall India is aligned with Leo which would account for the self-centeredness of my Indian neighbors. I could be wrong about the Geocentric map Leo part—that’s not my forte’ astrologically but as for the rest, I stand behind it. Only someone who lived in my apartment and walked my shoes knows what a year it’s been! But the end is near! 44 more days. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
Don’t we all want our mother to protect us and to fight our battles and take care of us—especially when we don’t feel well? My own mother was not particularly nurturing, but I do still call out for my mother on days like these–even if the response isn’t forthcoming, I think it’s human nature too want that nurturing and protection at times.
There is Divine Mother or Goddess or Kwan Yin or Tara that represent that same energy. Sometime children act out (just as my Indian neighbors are) because they want their mothers attention or nurturing. Today, I will try harder to be patient with my boisterous Indian neighbors by imagining their noise being their cry for their own mother. I thought at first that they chose to leave this apartment and rent another either here or elsewhere but judging from the recent escalation of their voices and parties etc., it may not have been their choice at all.
I wonder if a lawyer would have a case to make about the air exchange in this place. None of my family is sick but down below me they are coughing and hacking like myself — it was the same way last year but I don’t recall the cough and cold being this severe. Likely they are blaming me as I am blaming them for the germ exchange when really if fingers are pointed in this case, it should be toward the apartment complex itself.
I am not interested in that–only that they are moving! And for that, I am most grateful. Funny. I went in the very day they made arrangements to move to ask how i could possibly get out of this lease–do i have any options I said? And the rental girl said, they came in this morning and finalized their lease, they’re moving. There was someone in her office and I could tell she didn’t want to discuss it further. So…
Will it be to another apartment here in this complex? or elsewhere? I don’t care as long as they are no longer under my feet! amen! and thank you Divine Mother!
And now my coffee has gone cold and my throat seem to be calling for something warm to soothe it so I bring us to end to end of this chapter.