FIRST CALL TO THE POLICE OF THE DAY
Had to call the police this morning because she and her boyfriend, Jeffrey, were fighting, yelling and throwing things out the front door again. SO tired of this. Has been going on for two months and this morning she started throwing things at the wall. I had enough.

Called the police at 9:20 a.m. They told them they were only arguing and got a little loud. When she slammed the door, I opened it. Jeffrey came up and wanted me to say it wasn't his fault. Officer came out and gave his ID back to him. I told officer I had called and would like to tell him exactly what happened. Jeffrey stood there listening. I told him he didn't need to hear what I had to say and report back to her. Officer said to wait at his car. He did. I didn't speak till he moved.

After I told the officer what was really going on and more detail about the incidents that had occurred, he told Jeffrey he could go. I also told him every time Jeffrey came over, she started yelling, cussing and throwing things. This time she opened the door and threw something out of it. Today was the last straw with me. Told him about the fumes from Friday, Saturday and Sunday night, too, about smelling burning plastic and strong ammonia in the kitchen. Told them I didn't want to blow up if they were cooking and didn't want to end up in the hospital if they were smoking it.

Also told him about the new Truck, color, make and how it was decorated, FL tags. And the activity during Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights and how she has deliveries made to the front door. All of this is in a report at the police station, but it doesn't hurt to repeat it.

NOT a way to start a day. They took a written report and are still sitting in our parking spots out front. Hopefully that will deter her from exploding for awhile.

TWO CALLS TO THE POLICE IN ONE DAY

Two police calls in one day by 2:00 p.m.

At 1:30 a heavy woman in a cab comes by and rings Robin's door. She wouldn't go with her so they started yelling at each other. The woman left.

At 1:45, Robin started screaming and yelling next door. You could tell by her voice she was high as a kite. Next thing the drug dealer shows up at the door in the teal truck. He goes upstairs and starts yelling at her. All three of the black men, including the one who is there all of the time, start yelling at her and she fights back, running into the wall, doors, etc.

I called the police yet again. By then, the teal truck pulled out and left, the woman in the cab drove up, grabbed her and threw her in the back seat and drove off. When the woman in the cab was inside, they were yelling at each other. She said, "I have been trying to shake three pigs off my tail for the past half hour!!"

The other black man is still inside, of course. He just stays there.

They took the report. Couldn't do a thing since they had all scattered before they arrived. Said they would patrol the area since all this happened again.

I went to the Police Station today and talked to Sgt. Westberry. Told him what has happened since we last spoke. Took all of my notes and my photos of the cars, models and makes. They are watching, but keep asking me if you know about this situation. One said they changed the eviction laws to where it only takes two weeks now.

I can't take this anymore.

 

At 4:00 p.m., Sgt. Westberry called to tell me Narcotics now are in on this situation. Thank GOD!

 

AUGUST 18, 2007

August 18, 2007

Note to Landlord's Wife:

Just curious as to how long Alan gave Robin to move? She and two black men were having their own little party Friday night. But it wasn't loud enough to call the police. They were "cooking" next door, but trust me, it wasn't food. The smell was horrid, chemical smell. It was so bad that it made me sick with headaches and throwing up.

Calling the police wouldn't have done a bit of good. They couldn't go inside. They would have to have a search warrant for that one.

You said he was going over last Sunday to tell her she didn't have a month anymore. How long do we have to endure this? Just wanting something to hope for.

AUGUST 13, 2007 - HER REPLY

Her Reply on August 12, 2007

Mary, Alan is headed down there today to tell her she
no longer has 30 days to get out, but needs to find a
place immediately.  If we can get her out this way, it
will be so much faster than the eviction process,
which does not favor the landlord at all and is a very
lengthy and expensive process, and so many of these
tenants know how to work the system.  I'm sick about
her and what is going on.  Please call the police
EVERY time she pulls this.  I want her gone!
Hopefully she'll get tired, or better still, end up in
jail, and get out quickly.

AUGUST 12, 2007 - SUNDAY NIGHT

August 12, 2007 Sunday Night

Tonight her drug dealer came by at 8:30 to bring her more drugs. I recognized the vehicle because it is the same one who comes by every Saturday night, drops off and leaves. Remember she couldn't find the marijuana she bought last night and went crazy.

Light grey SUV type Vehicle. Always comes when it is dark so I can't see him. I was upstairs on the computer and saw the lights.

I'm sure she told him what happened last night because he came over to my door and knocked a long time. I never opened the door, but could hear him on the cell phone. By that time I had gone downstairs to turn down the air. I just sat on the sofa and turned off the light.

NOW I'm really scared. She needs to go now before I get hurt. When a drug dealer is involved, there's no telling what could happen.

AUGUST 12, 2007 - WORST WEEKEND SO FAR

August 12, 2007

I'm writing this note after I called the Police on Saturday night, August 11th. It was 11:00 p.m.  when I called. I just couldn't take it anymore.

  Robin  and her black male friends started a huge fight next door. She started screaming, yelling and cussing the two men who were in her apartment. I was headed downstairs to pick up a book. She was screaming so loud I could hear every word. She was throwing things at the wall telling her friends to find her weed she already paid for, she needed it NOW. They were turning the place upside down. Then she started begging him for money so that she could call him to come back and deliver her more. "Please let me call...please let me call."

When he wouldn't let her, she just screamed. When I picked up the phone to call because of the disturbance, someone pushed her upstairs into a bedroom and shut the door. She was banging on the bedroom door. Screaming through the door. I called the police number back and told them she was now pushed into a bedroom screaming her head off and banging. Sounded like they were killing each other. Told them I WOULD talk to the police and sign a complaint.

I opened the door and stepped out just in time to see one of the black men walk out and her jump on his back scream and rip his shirt like a mad woman. She then ran inside. He walked into the yard, shirt ripped into. That's when the police showed up.

He spoke to the man first and told them I witnessed it. I asked him who she asked for money to get the marijuana. He said it was him. He confirmed to the police she was tearing up the house to find what she already had bought and had bought marijuana from the guy who delivers it to her door every Saturday night. Took both of our stories.

The man told them he had been staying over there paying her rent money just to get her caught up. Even his groceries were in her fridge. He had nowhere else to go.

Then they knocked on her door. She came out like nothing had happened and lied the entire time. Said the man was someone she let stay now and then and no he did not live there. Didn't give her any money. She said she told him to leave. Then they finally went inside and talked to the other black man. He confirmed her story. Said nothing was going on. No fights. No noise. Nothing. Said I was just a nosey body who needed to be on more medication than I was already on. Kept on degrading me to the police. She was drunk.

They both decided if they took anyone to jail it would be her and the guy whose shirt she ripped or no one at all. So the guy said no.

That's TWO Saturday nights in a row.......and my nerves are shot. 

And while I was talking to the policeman, she yelled over to me, "I'm not moving anywhere.......You're stuck with me!!!!!!" 

I hope she's wrong!!!!

AUGUS 10TH ENTRY

August 10, 2007

My Reply to Landlord's Wife:

I can tell you I won't miss the County Jail Lock Up truck coming by dropping off one of her men and picking him back up. Truck came by this afternoon at 4:15, but she didn't answer. Did see it on Wednesday night picking up. Not something I will miss seeing. Won't miss the heavy smoke making me sick. Won't miss all the noise from her and her friends.

Was sitting downstairs reading yesterday afternoon and this afternoon. Heard her screaming and cussing yesterday and assumed she must have received her eviction papers. She was pretty loud this afternoon, too. I think she will give you a great deal of trouble before it is all over. She's been a habitual liar and is a fantastic actress. So just be careful around her. It took me a little while, but the stress of those men, her screaming, cussing, dramatics, smoke, etc, etc, etc, helped me see through the lies pretty quickly.

AUGUST 10, 2007 HER REPLY

And this is HER Reply after saying they would evict:
August 10, 2007

Mary, Alan has told her that it would be best if she
moves and gave her a month.  Eviction would take much
longer and is very expensive.  He felt we should try
this first.  Hopefully she'll be gone soon! 

AUGUST 8, 2007 - HER REPLY

August 8, 2007

Landlord's Wife's Reply:

Mary, I've just gotten back in town.  I will file
eviction papers tomorrow.  Please call the police for
any other disturbances until she moves.  Hopefully
they will arrest her for disturbing the peace, and
Lord know whatever is going on.  We do not want that
going on in our apts.  I asked Alan to talk with her
again a few days ago after I wrote to you while I was
gone.  I'm sorry you are having to deal with this.  I
have a good friend with a small child who is looking
for a quiet place to rent for her and her child--AND
she doesn't smoke and is a great person.

AUGUST 5, 2007- NOW A BAD MOVIE!!!

AUGUST 5, 2007

Just wanted to let you know I went next door at 2:30 early this morning, knocked on the door to tell Robin and her friends to knock off the smoke and knock off the noise. When I knocked, she didn't open. I knocked again, she said, "Let me get dressed." They were all downstairs, her and three of her black men friends. A couple of minutes passed before she opened the door.

All I said was, "Knock off the noise and knock off the smoke." She denied both so I repeated it firmly. She said "Sorry." and closed the door. She could barely stand up.

I went back in my place, up the stairs and into the bathroom. When I came out and into the bedroom, I saw lights flashing outside. There were two police cars out front. So I watched out the front bedroom window. One of the black men was sitting on the curb in front of her place in handcuffs. The policemen were talking loudly to her and the other men. Stayed out there half an hour. They took the one guy with them.

I was so terrified I didn't go back to sleep. I haven't slept a full week for a month now. No one should have to live like this.  Talking to her isn't an option.  Her sister comes over and tries to help her. She doesn't want it. She has a drug and alcohol addiction and highly suspected of prostitution in the place she is renting. You might as well talk to a wall. I am tired, I am sick, and I can't stand this anymore.  So if you want more information about all of this stuff going on, you can call Sgt. Westberry at the Police Dept. Chief Powell put him in charge of it. I finally had to go to my friend, Pat Thomas. I've known Pat for over 16 years. He's been a wonderful friend to me since my parents and brother died. I just couldn't take this anymore.

Some of the stuff that has gone on just in the past week is below:

Wednesday around noon, I was on the internet upstairs and saw one of her friends pull up, get out of his car on the cell phone. A car pulled up behind him. He walked over to the car, handed him a bag, took money and put it in his pocket. Walked to her door and knocked and then took off. Saturday, one of her friends took marijuana cigarettes from a friend who drove up to "help" him. This is getting to be ridiculous.

This past Wednesday night, she was screaming and yelling for two hours, slamming doors, throwing things at walls. This happens about every two days or so.  I had enough with the door slamming and went downstairs waiting for the last door to be slammed. By the time I opened the door, she was headed down the street with one of her black men when I asked, "WHAT is going on now?!?!" He said they were just going  to the store (at 9:30 at night.........nothing is open down there). They were headed down Holly Lane.

She asked who he was talking to and that they were not going to the store. He told her to shut up and she was stinking drunk. It was 9:30. Twenty minutes later she was back screaming and slamming doors again and I went outside and found her sitting on the steps. I just jumped on her about the noise and she just fell over herself apologizing. She was falling down drunk, but had taken something else because her eyes were huge as saucers. Nothing she said made any sense. She was on the step because she had locked herself out of the house. I told her I would call Alan to come unlock the door. She emphatically said NO NO NO NO! Just BEGGED me not to call him.  I told her that he lived two streets down and wouldn't mind. It was the only solution. She refused. Said she could get in the back door or pry open a window. When she stood up to come over here she found her keys in her bra. Said she forgot she picked up her keys because she was afraid they would take her keys to make copies.

"WHO?" I asked.   "THEY!!  THEY!" pointing inside. Then said I'm afraid, I'm afraid. I asked where they guy was who was with her earlier. She said she didn't know. Asked if she could use my phone to call her sister. She could stay with her tomorrow. I said she could. Sat in front of me. Called two minutes later a man drove up. She called him, not her. Walked over to him and they walked in the house like I was invisible.

Thursday morning the driver of the County Lock up truck came over to Robin's when she was over here using my phone. He was looking for an inmate that had not shown up for days. I assumed it was the man she was hiding upstairs for days she told me about. Didn't give a name. Said she hadn't seen him though.

While he was there, I was sitting on the sofa, front door was still open from when she left. A black man drove up in a nice car. He went in and they started another yelling fight. When he walked onto the porch, he said, "Rent is coming in a couple of days, don't you want the money?" She just kept yelling.  He said, " Fine.......I don't need you. I have two girls in my back seat right now!" He got in and his driver drove off.

This sounds like a bad movie, but trust me, it is a nightmare. I have NEVER been exposed to anything like this.  Somehow I don't think Alan would have put up with this for one day if he lived next to it.

AUGUST 2, 2007

August 2, 2007

When someone smokes next door, it connects to my air ducts and pours in over here. I've told the landlord, they told her to stop smoking inside. This is the letter to the landlord's wife:

I know you've heard this song before, but the smoke
> is killing me. I've sat
> down and talked to Robin several times. She's been
> over here and we've really
> gotten along well. Problem is she doesn't get
> it.........NOT SMOKING INSIDE
> means ALL OF THE TIME. All of her black male friends
> at night do the same thing.
> My bedroom and bathroom fills up. I've told her how
> sick it makes me. She says
> she smokes one or two inside before she goes to bed.
> I tell her NO, none
> inside, including her friends. They all still do it.
>
>
> I've been sick the past three days from a lupus
> flare caused by the smoke and
> the stress. I walked over tonight and asked her one
> more time. Told her I
> wouldn't ask again. I'm tired and I'm sick. She
> opened the door after I knocked
> three times. Then barely opened far enough to see. A
> strange smelling smoke
> came out of that place. I'd never smelled that
> before.
>
> And I don't know what else to do but to tell you and
> yell help. I'm just
> tired of being sick from the smoke.
>
> Mary
>

AUGUST 1, 2007

August 1, 2007 - Letter Sent to Landlord

Tonight Robin spent two more hours screaming, yelling and cussing so loudly I could hear every word. Someone was with her next door. She slammed the front door five times in five minutes till I finally went down and waited for the next slam to tell her to knock it off. By that time she was storming off with her black male friend behind her. I asked, "WHAT is going on this time??!" He said they were just going to the store.....at 9:00 at night. She asked him who he was talking to and they weren't going to the store. He said to shut up, you're drunk.

At 4:00 today I opened the door just to get my mail and a white male was knocking the paint of her door. I told him she wasn't home or she'd open the door. He just told me to shut up and used a few choice words. I shut the door as he continued yelling for her and cussing her out. Finally left. Drove by for half and hour through the parking area. Lucky for me I left go to the pharmacy and grocery half an hour later so I could get out of here.

She did the same thing last Wednesday. Just hit repeat. Same yelling and cussing. Same guy on the door. I don't feel safe anymore. Talking to her doesn't help. She's so nice she can convince you of anything. Remember I'm only a wall away and unfortunately hear it all.

And the smoke still pours in at night.

No one should have to live like this. I don't know what to do. At this point, I don't think I'm the one who should do anything.

NIGHTMARE NEIGHBOR - JULY 31, 2007


Six weeks ago Robin Brackin moved and appeared to be very nice. We speak when in passing or both outside. Then one night I was awaked at 3:00 a.m. to yelling voices and loud music next door. I went next door, knocked, and asked them to turn down the music and lower the voices. It was 3:00 a.m. and I didn't appreciate being woken up. They were all drunk. There were 5 black men inside who soon drove off, all very drunk.

I write at my computer from 8:00 - whenever I finish at night. I've been working on a book. I write late into the night depending on whether the lupus has caused insomnia and keeps me up. My computer is upstairs in the front bedroom at the window. So I see the lights when a vehicle drives up. That's how I started to notice.

The second time they all came at once, the door slammed back and forth 10 times in five minutes. I had enough, went on the porch and waited for the next door slam and confronted the man who did it next.

They came out and I yelled, "Are you DONE NOW?!?!" They went to get Robin and I told them I wasn't talking to her, I was talking to them. I told them before I was sick of this noise and late at night. She came out and tried to make me calm down. After ten minutes, they left.

So she sat on my porch telling me she was a 30 yr alcoholic in recovery. Yet she drinks with them at least once a week. Breaks into tears inbetween. She invites them over because they are her friends and she is just lonely. She can't take the loneliness. I told her there were worse things than being lonely....and that's it, referring to those guys. I ended up being a fierce counselor telling her what it made her look like this late at night. All she said was "I know." The more we talked, she wanted me to go to her place and see where she lived. She didn't have much, was starting over. I asked where she lived before and she broke into tears. Never would tell me. Just said she was starting over. Said she was working her butt off as a waitress at IHOP just to pay the rent and a ton of past due bills. She was paying $100.00 a week on a past mistake. Wouldn't go into details. My alarm went off as a drunk driver or into drugs. But I couldn't help wonder how on earth she is paying a $450.00 rent, $100.00 a week bill, and past due bills, and utilities and food on a waitress salary on 32 hours a week. Too, she's home more than at work.

She came over here last Thursday and sat and talked to me for two hours in my home. She saw that I was open, friendly and accepting. Offered her an alternative friend, someone she could go to when she was lonely. An open door to her, someone who would accept her and how she felt and thought. Yet, she went back home, called her men, turned up the music and by the time I knocked on the door to tell them to turn it down, they were both drunk.

During the day a black guy comes by in a white SUV only for 2 minutes as if dropping off something or picking it up. Two to three times a week. Today, 7/31/07 it was a small teal car around 4:00 p.m. Then others do the same. At night those guys are over there. One night there were 5 of them........the night I went over the first time to tell them to knock it off at 3:00 a.m. Just looks like drug drop off or pick up. Today, 7/31/07, they came by being dropped off and one came by taxi, TAXI! No cars out front, just dropped off. 

She's got a habit of smoking inside. So I told her these apartments are SMOKE FREE only. She had to smoke outside. I also told her when she smokes, it comes into my apartment through the air ducts. I don't understand it, but it does. I get super sick. Dr. has me on immunosupressants and my immune system is shot. I'm also highly allergic to smoke. My bedroom, bathroom and livingroom fill up with smoke. My food pantry, and the Christmas decorations and other things I store in there, are just ruined. Every food item  in boxes and bags have to be thrown away. Underneath my bathroom sink smells like an ashtray. I have to throw it all out. Even my toothbrush in the medicine cabinet has to go. She just won't stop.

I told her when she moved in about the smoking. Explained why. I talked to her Thursday when she was in my place and explained why. Alan went over there and told her NO SMOKING INSIDE EVER. And she said she won't......promised. Saturday night, July 21st,  her black men came over, my housed filled up with smoke. I went outside three times just to breathe. But this smoke didn't smell like cigarette smoke. It was different, toxic, chemical and make me more sick than ever. I had enough. I went over, knocked on the door. She wouldn't come to the door till I had knocked three times. They were right there at the door, too. She opened it only to stick her eyes and nose out.

I asked her this, "Are they smoking inside?" "Yes" "Stop it. Make them smoke outside. Will I have to tell them?" Can I come in and ask them please? "  " NO NO NO!!!! I'll tell them!!" "I'm not going to ask you again about this, get it? I'm done."

I went home and emailed the Clarks again telling them what happened. Again, I like to have written evidence. Before she closed the door I heard a man ask someone for the crack. She slammed the door fast.

I'm just living in fear with this going on, but don't know whether to report or even how or to whom to report what's going on because I don't have concrete proof. If she sees a police car, those men of hers could break into my apartment and hurt me. I'm an easy target. Yet I know there's more going on over there....prostitution, drugs, etc. I don't want to jeopardize my safety. So what do I do?? I've tried telling the Clarks, but all Alan does is come by and talk to her. She's very nice and can talk like there's nothing going on. But I live next door to it, one wall away. I'm use to the selfish, nosey neighbors I usually get, but nothing like this. I've not slept a full night's sleep since all of this has been going on either out of fear or lupus flare started by the fear or fights.

Last week, July 24th, July 26th and July 28th, there were loud screaming fights coming from next door for hours. I was afraid to go downstairs. She was screaming and yelling at whomever was over there. On Wednesday July 26th, she threw some man out and screamed at him outside. Afterwards, she screamed and yelled inside for two more hours.

Robin never would tell me where she moved from. If someone could check into her background, I'm sure it would say so much. All I know is her name is Robin Brackin.

And 1007 Laurel Avenue should have a revolving door on it!

ANOTHER MEDICAL BILL!
I will NEVER go back to the gynecologist again. I had to go in January or they wouldn't give me a new prescription for my hormones that I HAVE to take since my hysterectomy. Well today I get a bill for that visit in January. I have to pay the bill! Turns out Medicare won't pay it because I went in four months too soon. Medicare says they only cover your visit every two years. Had I waited till April, they would have paid it. I told them my obgyn was holding my prescription hostage till I had the exam. They wouldn't give it to me till I went in. She said I had to call him and have him call the billing company and tell them they insisted I had to go in on January in order to get my medication refilled. Then they have to refile. Still, I may have to pay the bill.

So I called the doctor's office. He is on vacation. I get the nurse's voice mail and relay all of this. She calls back and says, "We can only say we ENCOURAGE our patients to come in for this exam every year....." I told her "NO. YOU held my prescription and MADE me come in. YOU tell them that you wouldn't give it to me until I did and MADE me come in. YOU tell them exactly that. She just repeated the same thing and I stopped her and said it louder. She just said the same thing.

So I wrote my doctor a letter and told him what happened and included a copy of the bill. I HOPE that works. Probably won't and now I'm stuck paying for my examination bill of $150.00!! When it comes time to renew my prescription, I will tell them either you call in a new one or I will just stop taking the meds. I'm NOT coming in unless YOU pay the bill!

I've had a horrible day! I was woken up by the neighbor. This is my NEW neighbor. She was coming in at 2:30 a.m. with a man up the stairs. I wandered into the bathroom and heard him say, "Boy you're drunk!!" All I could think was "Wonderful........another one."

So I feel trapped......broke........and have nowhere to go and wonder how on earth I can find $150.00 just to pay for this stupid bill. Medicare pretty much told me they would deny it again if they resubmitted it.

UPDATE ON BAD NEIGHBOR AND SUFFERING
My horrible next door neighbor moved to TX Friday. She went out with a bang. Loud, obnoxious friends came over for a party, she didn't pack till night time, and allowed her child to scream and run up and down the stairs the entire week. She also did the same thing. Needless to say, it made me physically sick.

I need to live outside of town in a small house, but I can't afford to move. I can't afford a home. All of my disability income goes to basic needs, 23 prescription meds, and doctor bills. The only way I will ever be able to break out of this stressful situation is if a financial miracle comes to my rescue, at least enough to find a home outside of town and to pay for a move.

The stress is causing more and more flares and literally killing me. I just wait on pins and needles to see who will move in next and how bad they will be.

And the horrible preacher who torments me about my cats STILL lives in the house next door to me. Since he stood on my doorstep the week before Christmas and threatened to bring charges against me, called me a liar, and tormented me, I have only gone outside of the house to go to and from the doctor's office, grocery store and to feed my cats in the back yard. A privacy fence hides where they eat. I've been too afraid to go outside. He stirred up so much trouble among my other neighbors, including the girl next door, the lady on the corner and behind me that I was so afraid to go outside.

I am the neighbor who is quiet, never bothers another person and is kind to animals and people. I have been the neighbor who was tormented and talked about, whose landlord has harassed for no reason, laughed at, and rejected because an old man is so obsessed with his hatred toward animals. And he does this because I do not have a man in my life to stand up for me. I am a single woman whose family have all passed away, have only one friend who has stood by her in time of illness, and become his favorite target.

I need help. I need a home outside of this town, one not in an apartment, but a home in the country away from the people of this town.

With every stressful day that passes, lupus flares and destroys another area of my mind and body. With it comes more suffering that medicine doesn't seem to help.

UPDATE
Ceiling repaired exactly 10 days after crash. Marty said she would also repair everything else on the list I gave to her.

Guy also tarred the roof over the back porch. Tried to fix the light on porch inside, but said he would have to have an entirely new light. Never came back. It remains on my back porch in pieces.

Record of Next door Neighbor Problems

Still recovering over here. Having a quiet weekend helped so much. My adjoining neighbor, the single woman with a 2 yr. old, was away for the weekend and made it so quiet here. We share a wall and floor. When he runs wild next door, I hear it all and feel every jump. Then Monday happened. Last night her baby-sitter brought three older boys, around 7-10, with her. The noise was unbearable for hours. From 6:00 until they were screaming and running up and down the stairs. I went next door and asked her to please turn the noise down some with the running and screaming. The sitter yelled at me and said they weren't doing anything and slammed the door in my face. Then she started screaming and yelling with the kids and was louder than they were. In other words, she made it worse on purpose. The noise was ten times worse then and was non-stop. They were also slamming doors as hard as they could. I thought they were tearing the place down.

This was the second time I've had to go next door and ask Stephanie to please be mindful of the noise. Her sister and her two boys visited two weeks ago and did the same thing for three hours, screaming and running up and down the stairs. It sounded like they had ten kids in there. When I knocked on her door and asked her to be mindful of it, she slammed the door in my face. Her excuse was she had children over there and they would try to be more quiet. She's teaching that little 2 yr. old it is okay to behave badly inside, to run and scream to the top of his lungs. He does it now on his own.

And I'm trapped here. Have nowhere to go, especially this time of night.

It was much too late to call the landlord, so I dropped her an email and told her everything above. I wanted something in writing. I've learned this is the best case. She wrote back and said she would speak to her. I'll file that under "we'll repair everything on your list." My back porch light is still in pieces where the guy tried to fix it two weeks ago. He hasn't been back.

So my nerves are shot today. My body is literally shaking all over. This is what happens when I am emotionally upset. My blood pressure is soaring, I'm throwing up, and cannot stop shaking. That is why I really don't want to move into another apartment. Doctors just say I must stay away from the stress because of the aneurysm and lupus. Wish the doctors would find me a home in the country!

I just feel so bad today. It is in the 70's and I can't enjoy it. I'm stuck inside in bed from a horrific lupus flare caused by last night's neighbor problems.

RECAP OF BEDROOM CEILING INCIDENT
***UNBELIEVABLE***
I'm recovering from an odd accident. My bedroom ceiling fell on top of me Sunday. I was walking to the closet to get something out, turned around and the tiles all fell on me, knocked me to the floor and piled on. Had a few cuts on my scalp and face and a concussion. Spent the entire afternoon in the ER. Had a catscan. Sandy spent two days and nights with me to wake me up every few hours because of the concussion.

It is now Thursday and my room is the same as it was on Sunday. Alan's wife came in with someone on Tuesday to get an estimate and said they would let me know. Had to all again today to find out that someone may or may not come on Monday. There is a list of many things wrong with this place. The tiles in my bedroom was on that list and told to him many times.

I'm still in a neck brace, now my back is hurting, can't get rid of the horrible headache, and I'm in bed fending for myself now. See my doctor on Friday and go to the Southern Bone and Joint doctor for my back on Tuesday. I reinjured my back from the fall.

RECAP OF FEB 11
While walking to my bedroom closet this morning, my bedroom ceiling collapsed and fell on me. It dropped me to the floor like a hot rock! I ended up in the emergency room with a mild concusion and a neck brace. Sandy is spending the night to wake me up every two hours. These tiles were put in in 1935 and extremely heavy. Huge pieces are still falling through the day. I called the landlord. No call back. No one came. So typical. Now I have a new prescription and an emergency room visit added to the list!

RECAP OF SUNDAY, FEB. 11, 2006
While walking to my bedroom closet this morning, my bedroom ceiling collapsed and fell on me. It dropped me to the floor like a hot rock! I ended up in the emergency room with a mild concusion and a neck brace. Sandy is spending the night to wake me up every two hours. These tiles were put in in 1935 and extremely heavy. Huge pieces are still falling through the day. I called the landlord. No call back. No one came. So typical. Now I have a new prescription and an emergency room visit added to the list!