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Further confusion over noise [Apr. 21st, 2015|04:41 pm]
Empress Minutia
[Current Mood |confusedconfused]

Yesterday I called the condo people and that Jeff guy said that there have been multiple complaints, the security guard and even the police have knocked on the door with no answer (before the time last Tuesday) and I feel like I'm being gaslighted or something -- I just don't know how that could have happened without me hearing or what could be so noisy!

We did not know who complained until we ran into the downstairs neighbor this afternoon and she talked to us. She seems genuinely bothered by noises, but the stuff she describes (fighting, loud sex) are not coming from us -- Jon is asleep during most of the hours she's talking about! Either the security officer and even the police, who supposedly knocked on the door with no answer -- weren't knocking on *our* door or we were both asleep, since I would certainly open the door if uniformed officers were visible out the peephole. I did, the one time I heard anyone knock (last week, before we got the letter but after it was dated). Jon's therapist suggested we ask for copies of the police reports because if they really did knock on the door while we were asleep, there certainly wouldn't be any noises coming from our apartment and that should be noted in the police report.

We asked the lady to please come and tell us if she was hearing noises, but of course if she's hearing them when we're asleep, we won't hear the door unless she really bangs on it.

I'm kinda glad that I'm already scheduled to go to Columbia for my sister's college graduation and spend almost two weeks there, because if this neighbor hears stuff requiring two people when only one is in the apartment that would be proof it can't be us.
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What. The. Fuck. [Apr. 16th, 2015|05:27 pm]
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[Current Mood |confusedconfused]

Jon and I have lived in this apartment for almost 5 years now. No one has ever complained to us about noise.

Late Tuesday night, I heard a loud thump like something had fallen in the bathroom. Jon was already in bed asleep, so I wasn't worried about him being hurt, and a quick look around the room later revealed no obvious fallen item. But some time later (I didn't actually look at the clock when I heard the thump) there was knocking on the apartment door. I was getting ready to go to bed and it took me a bit to realize it *was* knocking on our door. When I finally opened it, there were two uniformed police officers who asked if everything was all right. I said it was and I expect I looked completely confused. They said a neighbor had heard a loud noise and thought there was a fight or something. I told them about the thump, and that my boyfriend had already been asleep for a couple of hours. They did not press me -- I suppose the dark apartment behind me and complete lack of any sound were sufficient back-up. (They also didn't say which neighbor had called -- we live on the end of the building, so the most likely choice would be downstairs but it could also be across the hall, or even downstairs from across the hall.)

Today, Thursday, we got a letter from the condo association (we rent from the owner) saying that someone had complained about noise from our apartment in the evening and early morning hours. I am usually awake into the early morning hours, certainly, but I am not doing anything noisy -- I wouldn't want to wake Jon, after all. I'm inclined to guess the downstairs neighbors, who have only been here a couple of months, are more likely to be responsible for this than the others who have lived here longer. But on the other hand, the downstairs apartment now contains someone who plays guitar -- I can hear it now, and someone else could mistake where that noise was coming from.

I don't even know if these two events are connected, but it would seem weird for two things claiming noise is coming to our apartment to be coincidence. Jon is writing an e-mail to the condo association to see if they can help us sort it out.
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I thought I was ready [Nov. 10th, 2014|01:51 pm]
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[Current Mood |depresseddepressed]

I thought I could manage to go back to work. I applied to lots; the temp agency asked me about a particular 3-month contract and that seemed like a good stepping stone. If I hated it I wouldn't be be stuck. I accepted the job, bought a month bus pass, figured out what to wear on the first day. It was supposed to start Tuesday.

I was nervous, often queasy, but it was manageable. Until Sunday night when I just got overwhelmed. Miserable tears. Jon calmed me down once; after he went to be it came back and I called a friend who managed to calm me down again. I slept and woke up and slept, trying not to think. This morning it was back and I called Mom. All of these people mean the best and were supportive of whatever I choose, but I just couldn't see getting through even another day of feeling like this. I called the temp agency and said I was sorry for leaving them in the lurch but I just couldn't do this because of my anxiety. Then I went back to bed for 3 hours.

Up again. I can't say I feel good; I still can't eat more than a few bites, can't bring myself yet to separate the laundry was was going to do. But this level is manageable, not overwhelming. I'm disappointed in myself but I don't really feel like I made the wrong choice.
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Number Four [Oct. 2nd, 2011|03:15 pm]
Empress Minutia
[Current Location |St. Petersburg, FL]
[Current Mood |accomplishedaccomplished]
[Current Music |A Pirate Looks at Forty - Jimmy Buffett]

Well, I'm getting used to the feel of a breeze on my neck again, because I finally got around to cutting my hair for donation to Locks of Love as I've been meaning to do most of the summer.

Before:


After:


Looking at it in the mirror now that it's been slept on and brushed again and all, it starts to remind me of Jordan from Real Genius. Which is not a bad thing, even though it's a bit shorter than I had intended. (I told the stylist chin length, but got mouth length. But it turned out pretty good.)
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update on Secret Puppy [Sep. 8th, 2011|05:03 pm]
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[Current Location |eminole, FL]
[Current Mood |sadresigned]

The vet's news was bad; the MRI on Secret Puppy revealed that there seems to be a mass in his head blocking movement of spinal fluid and putting pressure on his brain (which may explain the tendency to walk circling toward his right that he was exhibiting even before he became weak). Treatment with massive doses of steroids or cancer-type chemotherapy might help the msss but hurt him enough in other ways not to be worth it. So all that can be done is to keep him comfortable at home where he doesn't have to be in a cage -- Lap of Love pet hospice is helping with that.
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Unscheduled visit to Mom's [Sep. 6th, 2011|05:16 pm]
Empress Minutia
[Current Location |Seminole, FL]
[Current Mood |distresseddistressed]

Well, Mom called me up Monday morning to say her 13-year-old Australian Shepherd, Secret Puppy, had been in the animal hospital for a couple of days, and would I be willing to come stay with her a couple of days when he came home and help? (He may be old and sick but he still weighs more than 50 pounds; she can't lift him.)

She picked me up that evening with Secret Puppy in the back seat, and I carried him into Mom's house to his pillow bed. At first he could barely lift his head, but he did manage small amounts of water when we held him up. We couldn't get any food or medications into him though. (5 prescriptions despite no firm diagnosis.) Despite that, but the end of the evening he was struggling to his feet and taking a few steps before we could even get over to him to help him up.

Today, though, he still won't eat -- indeed, I acquired a small bite puncture on one thumb just trying to get him to open his mouth. And, unsurprisingly, he's weaker. Mom was at first firmly against taking him back to the animal hospital, because she's not much of a truster of any kind of hospital. However, it looked to Mom's boyfriend and me like an IV may be the only way to get some nutrients and strength into him. So we called the nearby vet but her location doesn't have an overnight facility, but she agreed about the IV. Now Mom's boyfriend is taking Secret Puppy back to the animal hospital, rather far away from Mom's house but closer to his own, for an IV overnight to hopefully get some liquid and calories into him and stabilize him at least until the neurologists reports back on the tests run during his first stay. Mom can barely stand to leave him but she's got her other dog, Amber, here (and I'm kinda glad she has that distraction, someone she loves at least as much as Secret Puppy). And me, but frankly we're a bit more awkward with each other than Amber is with people she loves.

So we're all emotionally wrung out and that isn't going to stop anytime soon but I'll deal with it.
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up and down in Disney rides and dentist chairs [Dec. 10th, 2009|05:48 pm]
Empress Minutia
[Current Location |Tampa, FL]
[Current Mood |frustratedfrustrated]
[Current Music |Colbert Report from other room]

Last Saturday Jon and I went to EPCOT Center with his family (dad, siblings and their SOs, and Jon's little niece Katie). That was a very different experience than any previous visits to EPCOT, though I've been there a lot. Mostly with my mother, though, who is ride-aversive and regards the park as a giant shopping mall with an entrance fee. Not that the shopping can't be fun, but the last time I went on any rides at all was probably over a decade ago and most of them have been redone since then.

I'd also never been to any Disney parks with a small child (Katie is two and a half) -- she was as much entertainment as the park attractions. Particularly as you can't really predict what will fascinate her -- I think the polka band playing in the German buffet held her attention longer than anything else I saw.

Then after a few days of rest and working on holiday cards, I went to the dentist yesterday. It was just an ordinary filling this time, and I'm almost done with the stuff on the treatment plan they gave me in August. However, the one remaining big thing, the big hole in the upper right rearmost molar, has apparently gotten sufficiently worse since August that instead of "it needs a root canal and a crown -- or you could just have it pulled," the situation is now "there's a good chance it won't hold a crown; what's left of the tooth may crack and then you would have wasted your money getting the root canal and crown. You should just have it pulled." The pluses are that this can be done by the oral surgeon who comes to the regular dentist's premises every two weeks, rather than going to some orthodontist (who I had been putting off making an appointment with because there was so much to do at the regular dentist) at a different location. And it's cheaper. The minuses are that losing a tooth is kind of an extreme prospect, even if it is the farthest-back molar so there won't be a gap, and only half of its surface even contacted the lower molar when I chewed anyway. Expecially since Mom suffered some kind of damage after she had a tooth pulled some years ago and still has pain from it. (The oral surgeon I consulted with did not seem to think it was likely that anything like that would happen to me. This seems difficult to be sure of as the various medical people Mom has consulted cannot even figure out what the problem is.) I've made an appointment but not for a couple of months because my ride, Mom, and I both have holiday travel and stuff to occupy us in our time off for a while. So it's an "I'll think about it tomorrow" thing now.

(Current mood comes from fighting Facebook to play the stupid games I'm addicted to, not so much these other events.)
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Crowning achievement [Sep. 3rd, 2009|02:39 pm]
Empress Minutia
[Current Location |Tampa, FL]

Well, I went to the dentist again today to get my temporary crowns replaced with permanent ones (with three-year warranty -- sounds a hint less than permanent when my life expectancy from now is at least forty). But these fit better than the temporary ones, in that they do not stick out farther than the neighboring natural incisor and slightly interfere with biting down, as the temps did. And this took a lot less time than either the root canal appointment or the making-impressions-for-permanent crowns did, even though there was again a bit of difficulty removing the temporary crowns. I feel tired, as I was tense and slept badly last night, but my mouth feels fine.

Mom had to bring her dogs in the car to pick me up, as the air conditioning at her house is not working. In her eyes, leaving two thick-furred Australian shepherds in an un-air-conditioned Florida house would not be much better than leaving them in a closed car, and given how ovenlike I used to consider Mom's house, I can't really complain. Secret Puppy was all anxious and whining on the way to the dentist -- in his experience, when he, Mom, and Amber come and pick me up, it usually means we're starting the long trip to Granddaddy's, which he hates. Mom's tension about getting the AC repair person to show up this afternoon and mine about the dentist may have reinforced his anxiety. Amber might have picked up on my tension too but she acted completely differently, licking my arm and nosing under my hand to get me to pet her. She didn't do that on the way back when I was in a great mood just to have the crowns over and done (though I've got ordinary fillings to get through in November). And getting to hang out with Mom's boyfriend and Mom while I was actually at the dentist must have persuaded Secret Puppy that it wasn't going to be the long trip today; he wasn't whining on the way back either.
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As seen on eschewv [Jul. 15th, 2009|09:11 pm]
Empress Minutia
[Current Location |Tampa, FL]
[Current Mood |accomplishedaccomplished]
[Current Music |Go for Soda - Kim Mitchell]

* Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.

* No captions. It must be like we're speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.

* They must ALREADY be on your hard drive - no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you've saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.

* You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don't want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.

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Has it been two years already? [Jul. 5th, 2009|11:24 pm]
Empress Minutia
[Current Location |Tampa, FL]
[Current Mood |blahlight-headed]

Two years and two months, actually, since the last time I had all my hair cut off to donate to Locks of Love. Mostly just because I'm lazy and cheap and this gives me an excuse to do nothing with my hair except get a free haircut at Great Clips when the hair has grown long enough to donate. I expect I'll keep doing it until I have too much gray hair for them to want it.

Before
Before
After
After




In the past, the salon has kept the ponytail and mailed it in themselves, I suppose to keep the person getting a free haircut from doing something else with the hair. They now seem to be avoiding doing the work/spending the postage of sending it in, so I get to do so. I might stage silly Rapunzel-type pictures with stuffed animals first . . .

On the other, more annoying side, my mom prodded me to make a dentist appointment with the dentist she's been seeing for a while, because I haven't been to one in years, and Mom likes this one (a great rarity; she's had a lot of trouble with dentists over the years). She said she would take me to his office, as transportation (along with money) has been one of the major obstacles to me doing to the dentist in the past few years. But the damage to one of my front teeth is getting quite visible, so I was prepared to run up some credit card bills for the sake of still having that tooth as I aged. Now Mom e-mails from my grandfather's in North Carolina that she won't be back in time to take me to the appointment, due to a forecast of weather she doesn't want to drive in and her reluctance to leave Granddaddy alone. Jon is already scheduled to work Thursday (and we're a bit short-staffed at work due to a co-worker giving birth, so he probably wouldn't be able to arrange time off). So now that I've been steeling myself for seeing the dentist and hearing how horrible my mouth is, that appointment will have to be postponed. Curses . . .
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