After three weeks, I am still dealing with post-nasal drip and phlegm from nose and chest. The cough that arises from trying to clear this is very bad at night and has interfered with sleep and resulted in coughing up blood last evening. Tonight, things are slightly improved as I suck down hot tea with lemon and honey. It is now almost five in the morning and I've had about three hours sleep, along with a nap in the late afternoon. I have no fever and no discoloration of phlegm, so no infection and I am blowing my nose like nobody's business trying to keep my coughing at bay. I am exhausted and this has gotten tiresome. My chronically ill cat has now resorted to following me every time I leave our bed and between cuddles is giving me the evil eye as if to say, "You haul me to the vet...haul yourself to the doctor."
The doc would have little to say other than stay warm, rest and push fluids, so I'm off to make yet another small pot of tea. Cheers!
Monday, February 13, 2017
Monday, February 6, 2017
Diplomacy...
Have you ever noticed someone approaching you on a public street and thought,"Oh, no!" This happened to me just the other day as I was awaiting a delivery. Apparently, it is no longer satisfactory for people to simply extend a friendly wave as they return to their flat...
This particular person decided to come over and chat me up. Introductions were made and then she began nattering about staying up through the wee hours organizing stuff to mail to her daughter in another state, her husband having died and her lack of vitamin D and refusal to take the recommended supplement, her lovely landlord, blah, blah, blah. This was all said in the face of very bland "Oh really," and "oh my."Then, seeing my wheelchair, she said, "You can walk still?" My answer, though none of her business, was not anymore, as in how would she have drawn that conclusion unless her toxic gossip of a neighbor said something about the past?
The neighbors here love to prattle, even when their prattle is stupid, misinformed or malicious, the downside of condominium living. I would feel sorry for her as she is probably lonely if I wasn't also feeling a bit treaded upon by someone not entitled to any personal information about me at all. The fact is, that beyond civil acknowledgement, I don't interact with the newest crop of neighbors in this building. The one directly above me was a bit too friendly when she first arrived and attempted to immediately insinuate herself into my life by saying she would be happy to do anything if I needed it despite just having known me for two minutes. She then decided that she wanted to know more and when I did not return the information, she was put out. She disclosed that white people have been screwed over by affirmative action, an idea I find ignorant and racist.
The gentleman across from me is, like me, quiet, and not a busy body. He says a quick hello if seen outside and leaves it at that. The others, a couple, also keep to themselves.
The little lady from the building next door revealed a lot to me without meaning to. She apparently talks to people who run their mouths and will not be talking to me again as I intend to avoid her and will say nothing remotely personal. Any further inquiries will be met with a firm "none of your business."
This from someone now known as, "The lady with the dead guy in her apartment," which references a tragic event from 2013.
Cheers!
This particular person decided to come over and chat me up. Introductions were made and then she began nattering about staying up through the wee hours organizing stuff to mail to her daughter in another state, her husband having died and her lack of vitamin D and refusal to take the recommended supplement, her lovely landlord, blah, blah, blah. This was all said in the face of very bland "Oh really," and "oh my."Then, seeing my wheelchair, she said, "You can walk still?" My answer, though none of her business, was not anymore, as in how would she have drawn that conclusion unless her toxic gossip of a neighbor said something about the past?
The neighbors here love to prattle, even when their prattle is stupid, misinformed or malicious, the downside of condominium living. I would feel sorry for her as she is probably lonely if I wasn't also feeling a bit treaded upon by someone not entitled to any personal information about me at all. The fact is, that beyond civil acknowledgement, I don't interact with the newest crop of neighbors in this building. The one directly above me was a bit too friendly when she first arrived and attempted to immediately insinuate herself into my life by saying she would be happy to do anything if I needed it despite just having known me for two minutes. She then decided that she wanted to know more and when I did not return the information, she was put out. She disclosed that white people have been screwed over by affirmative action, an idea I find ignorant and racist.
The gentleman across from me is, like me, quiet, and not a busy body. He says a quick hello if seen outside and leaves it at that. The others, a couple, also keep to themselves.
The little lady from the building next door revealed a lot to me without meaning to. She apparently talks to people who run their mouths and will not be talking to me again as I intend to avoid her and will say nothing remotely personal. Any further inquiries will be met with a firm "none of your business."
This from someone now known as, "The lady with the dead guy in her apartment," which references a tragic event from 2013.
Cheers!
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