So here we are…

…back at home. And tonight for what I believe is the third time in four daysI have had to call rhe local police department to aks them to check the area for this female that continues to come to our bedroom window at night and call out to my man. She calls him by name, taps on the window, flashes a light into our room and just pesters the fuck out of me if I’m in the room or does whatever it is she does with/to my man when I am not in the room. The difference between the last two times I have called is that tonight I didn’t just see a shadow that was possibly her, I didn’t just hear someone walking through the ivy between my neighbors house and my own, but when she first called out his name, I politly told her that he was asleep and to return in the daytime, to the front door and she could talk to him then. To this I got the whispered response of “*****” and then could hear the conversation between the neighbor and her.
Then, after settling down and back into bed from that, she tapped on the wall near where my husband sleeps. I didn’t at first realize what the noise was and asked him “What was that?” Then when she took it to the point of flashing a strobbing light into the window on his side of the bed, I had had enough. I told her again to leave the property, adhere to the NO TRESPASSING sign and not to come back. Not more than a few minutes later, there was the light again flashing enough that it pulled me back from my almost sleep and got me to the “enough point”. So, I called the police yet again to ask them to come get her away from the house so that I could sleep.
When they showed up, the officer was at first hesitant to listen to me as this was the 3rd or more call to the house in just a few days with nothing to show for it but a distrought woman who claimed there was someone interferring with her relationship. However, when I walked back into my bedroom I could again here her…this time it wasn’t her voice or a light but a loud thud against my fence. I then saw the officer looking in that same area but nothing to show. I decided to call back the station just to let them know that that was where she was running off to hide when they came around.
When the officer returned, he asked for access to the back yard. I let him through the house because we have had to screw our back gates shut due to damage to both of the latches. He looked around and was able to see that there are many places that anyone could hide biut he was smart… he was also listening. It was then that he heard what sounded like someone walking in my neighbors back yard. He had his fellow officer check that back yard and he was unable to find anyone. The thing is that the neighbors back yard has a fence opposite mine that leads to an alley that leads to just about anywhere. So had she been back there it would have been very easy for her to jump the fence and disapear again.
I have absolutely had it with all of this bullshit and nonsense. I have told my man that if I ever have to call the police again that HE is going to be the one talking to them, not me. I WILL NOT, have this ***** continue to make me look like a fool when this is not something that I would imagine and take off flying with. Why the hell would I? So what happens next? My man tells me that he is going to take a shower and is not going to talk to anyone for any reason. Well, I let him know that I know that that is a way that he communicates with her and if thats what he wants to do then he can just have at it. IDGAF anymore. He decides to invite me into the bathroom with him which I would rather not do but after his persistance I agree. He assumes at this point that I will be content with the fact that he won’t be talking to anyone but he doesn’t realize that I already know that he gestures to and mouths words to her through the window. But as I said before, IDGAF anymore.
While I sat in the bathroom with him and while the officers continued around the area, they were approached by my neighbors who took it upon themselves to complain about my behaviors. They all say that I’m crazy and that I am always yelling shit out the window to someone that isn’t there and so on. Well, I say to that that they should only speak on what they know. I live on a corner lot. The people on the left of me can’t see whats on the right and the people on the right of me cant’ see whats on the left. They do not know my man as he has only been around for the last 2 years and I have been here for 13. You tell me whos most likely acting shady and different. Also, they don’t know the females that he has associated with in the past. They don’t know thier charicter type or attributes. So who are they to say what is going on? They are ALL aware that I was gone for two weeks last September, which was the first time that we had been apart for more than 5 hours in about 18 months and from what I was told by everyoe, he took full advantage of that time. They don’t know that I caught him in more than a few lies about the lamest things ever and stuff that he didn’t even need to lie about.
They don’t know jack and yet they all run thier dumb ass mouths like they have diarrhea of the pie hole and I am just fucking done. They have all just suddenly began talking all about me and letting my life envelope thier own since I had somewhat of a faling out if you will with the one neighbor who is friendly with everyone. She knows everything there is to know about just about everyone and has lived here longer than I have. She is an animal lover and would do just about anything for any animal in need. Which is I must say commendable in this day and age where most wouldn’t do something for thier fellow man. However, I had fallen on some extremely hard times due to some very unexpected expenses (hey Y’all bitches shut your fucking mouths. Thats all opinion You have nothing to base your bullshit on.) Anyhow, I was forced to start making home made dog food cuz the bagged food at the store was just one more thing I was struggling with and my very large dog lost a few pounds. It was noticable but he was NOT emaciated to any extent. Well this neighbor (I assume as I was not informed at to who it was by the officer) called the local PD and reported that I had an underweight dog that was in need of some care. When the officer came out, he found a very healthy , very friendly and very obiedent dog. He was impressed with his behavior and his looks and said all was well and thanked me for my cooperation. It was only a day or so later that my neighbor came by and was asking if I had a dog house for my dog in the back yard. I told her that yes he had one, one that was big enough for even me to fit into. She told me how she had a few extra if I needed and I reassured her that the one we had would suffice. Unfortunately, just after she left, we had company arrive. I was telling them about the happenings with her and I wasn’t aware that she was on her way back to my place and close enough to hear what I had been saying. She hasn’t spoken to me since. She hasn’t returned any of my calls or texts and she no longer waves when I drive or go by her house. I can only assume, that because she is so friendly with everyone in the neighborhood that she has succeeded in convincing them all that I am not the decent, good, person that I have been all these years past. I had no problems or troubles with anyone in the area until then. Now they all want me gone. Well, as most of them know by now, they will soon be getting thier wish. I hear from my neighbors that talk non-stop about me and my life that I am getting evicted tomorrow.
Now most of you with logical minds will at this point start asking yourselves “Well why is such a good person going to be evicted?” and thinking “There has to be something that she is doing so wrong that she is bringing this upon herself.”… right? Well this is my sin, my true flaw that earns me the privledge of being kicked out of my home and to loose the one thing, the one guarentee that I will have shelter for myself and my family for the rest of my days…… i am in the process of applying for SSI / SDI and it is an extremely long process. I first applied in April of 2012. Here we are in February of 2015 and I still have a minimum of five months before I know if I get approved by the ALJ or if I will get denied for the third time. Unitl then, I am forced to continue on as I have been with not receiving enough money to even pay the basic survival expenses. The amount of money that I bring in from the welfare that I am awarded is $18.00 short of what I need to pay just rent, gas and electric, water & sewer, and the garbage bill. I coild continue on to explain how this is all possible but then we would be dealing with a series not just a novel. my
From the outside, I’m sure I look like (for the most part) your average late 30’s, mom of 3 that has had a fairly normal life. However, I suffer from many medical conditions and I am actually prescribed 17 or more different medications. Now, do I take those medications as directed? No. I don’t. Maily because when I did, I was not a decent, functioning, person. Instead, my only desire was to sleep all day. I had no intrest in life. I had no intrest in anything. In fact I ended up in a mental hospital twice. I had no desire at all what-so-ever to live another day. It wasn’t until the man I am now with came along that I finally wanted to wake up once in awhile and smell the coffee. It wasn’t longer after that that I discovered that out of all of my medications, only ONE did not have a contraindication wtih another. Only one did not cause some adverse affect that could cause me harm. And to top it all off, the most commom adverse reaction with all of these medications was something called “Seratonin Syndrome”. I’m sure that many of you who research this will find a lot of answers that you didn’t know were out there, I had absolutly no clue that all of this could be happening to me. Especially under the care and supervision of a medical professional. I have had ALL 17 of my medications refilled at the same time, at the same pharmacy and by the same doctor without anything being said to me and without any warning being given.
This is astounding to me. How anyone could possibly allow this to happen or let all of this go on for so long, I have no idea. The other amazing fact is that when I was forced to take my mental health care to an outside facility, I was informed that the dosage of Prozac that the HMO had me on was 40 mg more than the FDA allowed dosage. This too can and will cause issues with suicide and suicidal ideation. So in addtion to my physical ailments, I have my new mental issues to add to my pre-exsisting ones. AND just so that you have all the information, as my entire neighborhood does, my physical conditions are Chronic Migraine, Chronic Pain, Impingment Syndrome of the left shoulder, IBS, uterine fibroids, a injured miniscus of the right knee, tendonitis, muscle spasims of my neck and upper back, bone spurs on the bottom of my feet, asthma, and if I sat and thought about it long enough I’m sure that I could recall a few more.
Here is my case in pioint, if there are enough people who want you out of thier hair, eventually, they can make it happen. If there is something that occurs for a long enough time in any sort of regularity, if bothersome enough, it can make a person so aggrivated that they are apt to behave in ways that are not within thier “normal” scope of behavior. (However, over time was all change and adjust our behaviors and the like as our circumstances and abilities change through time.), and if you can no longer look at a situation with objection, if you insist with no room for reason or negotiation or debate, that what you believe is the only truth and fact in any one matter, then you may want to consider a check up from the neck up.
So where does that leave me? If after I go to my clinic and see the doctors that I need to see, they then tell me that I should receive some sort of inpatient care of some sort, then at that time I will gladly oblige. BUT until then, I will not be so ready to accept a trip to see “those nice young men in fine white coats” based on a biased, judgemental, or one sided opinion of someone without a PhD or medical doctorine.
Thank you so very much all of you who have allowed me to rant and kill time while my blood pressure and my heart rate dropped. As per my family history, I need to keep a watchful eye on the tachycardic stae of my heart.
Till next time.