I'm pissed off. Really pissed off. In less than 2 weeks because of the bastards upstairs causing them to stress so much with their banging about and dubstep (I mean seriously what is the fucking point?! If you want to listen to noise then really do you have the IQ of a stone?! (no wait, thats an insult to stones)) at rediculous volumes (enough to shake the flat which has meant that rest is impossible so I have the SAME fucking infection that I had in December or even earlier because whenever my body tries to fight it, I either run out of the meds and the doctors can't keep prescribing them because everyone is panicking about antibiotic resistance or I am being disturbed by "BOOOOOOM-BUMP-BUMP-BUMP-BUMP-BOOOOM-BUMP-BUMP-BUMP-BUMP-BOOOOM (repeat as many times as you need for 4 hours) that is so loud that it rattles the walls and vibrates through the shit that is in my lungs and the guy thinks its funny... yeah, I was waiting for the punchline too... or hammering up and down the steps, like hes some marching elephant) at all hours of the day and night, I have lost 3 of my beloved pets.
Virgil (who was my rat) died while I was in hospital, so I didn't even get to hold him alive and tell him how I loved him.
Last Friday, Nero died (my hamster) and we couldn't do ANYTHING for him.
Then after a week of these weird seizures, one of the guinea pigs (who was THE kindest and sweetest little thing you could have ever wished to meet, he wouldn't have hurt anyone over anything because he was that sweet and gentle) Gizmo passed away.
That waste of space upstairs has the blood of 5 animals (the stress of him killed 2 of Becky's pets in January) on his hands. As well as my blood on his hands because he is prolonging an illness that he has been made fully aware of. Actually since we told him that I wasn't well, somehow the dickhead got louder and more obnoxious. We have called Environmental Health and they are looking to sort this out but the guy is only there as temp accommodation (dispersement units, full of degenerate wastes of space that for some reason have to be housed while they are found somewhere to live or until half of them die from drug habits). I can't let this keep happening until May and the guy fucks off and goes and pisses someone else off...
Sorry people, just needed to rant and get the frustration out, before strangling the nearest person.