IANAD, but ticks are a source of Lyme disease and others. It can sneak up on a person bitten by a tick, it's hard to diagnose, and the blood test for it has some accuracy problems.
I usually start with Web MD when checking on something medical. Here's their page on tick bite treatment. Section 3 is about whether and when you need to go to a doctor.
Not trying to scare you, just making sure you have adequate information. FWIW, YMMV, etc.
Ticks. Here I only thought of them in summer. I found one on my hip, I had been carrying in fire wood. I tried to remove it and head broke off. I tried but can not get the head out. Area is sore and red but not swollen. Two days later it looks the same so I guess I am alright, but Yuck. I hate this. One site suggests going to MD, the other says as long as it does not appear to be infected body will heal itself. I am going with wait and see. Do not want to go to doctor with waiting room full of sick people.
Thanks all I had checked Web MD, and went the rubbing alcohol route. It does not seem any worse today and maybe a bit better. I have removed the little buggers many times over the years, first time it did not go according to plan. I will keep an eye on it and look for any systems.
TICTH my downstairs neighbor who has loud phone conversations past midnight, and yet who feel perfectly at ease to slam on the ceiling with a broom or something whenever I make any noise. This morning I groggily dropped my tablet (groggy because who can sleep when he’s yelling about whatever on the phone) and he slammed on his ceiling 7 times while shouting obscenities.
The lease isn’t up until May and I’ve a friend who generously offered to live with me after the marriage ended and I couldn’t afford the place on my own, so duty entails I stay. He’s unperturbed by them, so I aspire to his sangfroid.
Told the landlord, they said “Well we’ve had no calls about it” which appears to be code for we’re not doing anything. This has been going on for some time, but used to be just one bump. Now it’s increased to between 7 and 10 slams for any perceived infraction; I’ve been contemplating going downstairs and trying to have a conversation with them, but they don’t strike me as the type to be amenable to such tactics.
My roommate says to ignore them. Hard to do when you have to fear moving a piece of furniture to reach a book lest a raucous chorus of slams on the floor occurs.
I have no advice, sorry, but I offer you my best wishes that they stop. And perhaps a hope they bugger off for a holiday somewhere over this festive season and leave you in peace.
I have no advice, sorry, but I offer you my best wishes that they stop. And perhaps a hope they bugger off for a holiday somewhere over this festive season and leave you in peace.
You know, I'd be tempted to say to the landlord (in a very worried, chirpy way--you now, all twittery, like the White Rabbit being late) "Oh dear, I'm SO worried about the state of the ceiling in his apartment, and the floor in mine, all that slamming with a broom handle can't be good for it" and so on, and so forth. I suppose it's unlikely, but he might do something for the sake of his investment if not for the sake of your peace. If you can't look twittery, can your roommate?
OTOH, you could, passive-aggressively, increase your noise level to the point that the idiot must spend 24-7 on his broom handle. Add a pile of really loud classical music to the mess (preferably some really discordant 1980s string quartets), take up the drums or something, compete with the broom handle.
I lived with a neighbour from hell (this one was above me rather than below me), and it was incredibly stressful. My heart really goes out to you. I hope it gives you just a little peace of mind to have a roommate who is unperturbed by your neighbour's noise and rudeness. (At least he isn't going to scoot off and move elsewhere...)
All best wishes for when you have your family coming over at Christmas. (((ECraigR)))
Is there any chance that noise is travelling in such a way that it is very loud in his flat? A friend had upstairs neighbours, a quiet couple in their 30s with a toddler, with whom she was on pleasant neighbourly terms. They then replaced their bedroom carpet with laminate flooring and suddenly when she was in her bedroom she could hear everything that happened in their bedroom above her, to the extent that she could hear some of their conversations. She could hear every time they had sex ( from their overheard conversations, they were trying for a second child), and she was woken up every time their toddler woke up early and headed into his parents room.
She didn't complain because she was embarrassed, they were nice, the laminate flooring had been expensive (another overheard conversation) and she'd heard them discussing moving to a bigger flat, plus the sex abated once the wife was pregnant. Her plan was to warn any purchasers of the flat; I'm not sure if that worked out.
I'm not suggesting that there is any excuse for the banging and the obscenities, but your downstairs neighbour might be experiencing any noise as louder than you think.
TICTH my downstairs neighbor who has loud phone conversations past midnight, and yet who feel perfectly at ease to slam on the ceiling with a broom or something whenever I make any noise. This morning I groggily dropped my tablet (groggy because who can sleep when he’s yelling about whatever on the phone) and he slammed on his ceiling 7 times while shouting obscenities.
I do not like him.
Where is your broom during the loud telephone conversations? This may be a time for tit-for-tat. Boom! Boom! Boom!
It’s difficult if the relationship is already really bad, but if it’s still retrievable it might be worth calling on the neighbour below (perhaps even with a Christmas card and a small gift) and saying something along the lines of, “I’m really sorry you’ve been disturbed by noise from me. I do try and keep it down, but I think there’s a bigger problem with sound deafening between our flats because I can hear when you have phone calls late at night.”
Recasting it as a mutual problem might help to move towards a solution, or at least an amelioration, and it might also encourage quieter conversations if it is thought they can be overheard.
One thought which flipped across my mind was to introduce (secretly) into the domicile of Downstairs Neighbour some form of mephitic Air, or Gas, which would render him sick or comatose.
The author Wilkie Collins describes such an attempt in one of his novels (Armadale, IIRC).
I DO NOT IN ANY WAY WHATSOEVER AT ALL, AT ALL advocate such a drastic, and wicked, course of action, but it's tempting, no?
Given that TIACW, @BroJames suggestion is much more along the lines of 'What would Jesus do?'...
While in college I was really upset with some of the women in my dormitory and their loud music. One evening I had HAD it! I put a stack of Karlheinz Stockhausen
LPs* on my record player* and left my room, locking my door behind me. When I returned a few hours later the records had finished, my dorm was quiet, and no one ever said a word to me about it.
*You can ask your grandparents what LPs and record players were!
I did try twittering, LC, and the slumlandlord didn’t seem perturbed. They’re very hands off and the building isn’t great, but it’s cheap.
He seems to be unfazed by music. I’m an opera lover and often have Wagner playing to no complaint. Similarly, my roommate is a competent amateur pianist and plays often to no complaint. What bothers him and doesn’t is somewhat unpredictable, which exacerbates the stress.
I like BroJames solution the most, but may have to steel my moral fortitude to do so. I wanted to do that when this whole thing started, but naively thought I could placate him by never making noise.
At least he doesn’t slam the ceiling when my little dog scampers around. Always a positive somewhere.
That's a good thought! Even better if you can get some carpet underlayment foam or that non-skiddy stuff. You could even take Brojames idea and add to it this: Take a notebook with you, and an earnest face, and earnestly ask the man's advice on what he has found to be the best noise-reducing rugs/etc. and have your pen poised to take notes. This will possibly disarm him and certainly put him on the backfoot. If you can cast it as your embarrassment over hearing his very ... personal .. phone calls right through the floor/ceiling, and what would he advise? all the better.
The way noise travels in our present house is weird. When I am upstairs I can easily hear the television in the lounge which is below the bedroom, yet it cannot be heard at all downstairs in the kitchen which backs on to the lounge. So vertical travel not horizontal. Not sure why.
i guess it depends on the thickness of the floor. We once had a neighbour who wasn’t happy with our small son jumping up and down on the floor, but then we weren’t happy with him falling asleep with Robbie Williams’ Angels on repeat. Is it possible your neighbour has dementia @ECraigR ? It sounds the sort of behaviour my mum indulged in when she was at home.
I’m calling my internet and tv service provider to hell. Service has been down since Thursday morning due to damaged cables, which seem to be taking forever to fix. They keep on pushing back the estimated time of return of service. Grrr
ICTH the ignorant &*%*! from the local school who complained after their carol service about the words of In the bleak midwinter containing the word breast ("A breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay..." because it "wasn't very nice" and was, she felt, "inappropriate" for children. She finished off her ignorant rant by asking why we didn't sing "the traditional words" of "a heartful of mirth...". I took great pleasure in informing her that I thought babes-in-arms were unlikely to have an appreciation of mirth at such a tender age and that, in any case, mirth wouldn't go a long way to succour a baby born in such adverse circumstances. I suggested her beef should be aimed at Christina Rossetti rather than me, at which point she asked why and who was Christina Rossetti
I confess I hadn't heard the "breast full of milk" version until I was well into adulthood, but that must have just been the particular editions I'd sung from. I'd have understood if a Victorian lady like Miss Rossetti might have cringed at the expression, but not a 21st century one!
As a friend of ours claims she told her priest when he complained that he had seen her breast feeding her new baby in church, "That's what t*ts are for, Father!" Red faced priest and end of conversation.
She finished off her ignorant rant by asking why we didn't sing "the traditional words" of "a heartful of mirth...". I took great pleasure in informing her that I thought babes-in-arms were unlikely to have an appreciation of mirth at such a tender age and that, in any case, mirth wouldn't go a long way to succour a baby born in such adverse circumstances. I suggested her beef should be aimed at Christina Rossetti rather than me, at which point she asked why and who was Christina Rossetti
You should have told her to look for Christina Rossetti on Twitter or her Facebook page and take it up with her there
As for breastfeeding in church - I was at a service at the Cathedral once when the woman next to me started breast feeding. It was a much quieter, happier sound than a squalling baby.
ECraigR, I feel for your situation, but cannot offer any solution apart from moving. My betes noir left, but kept ownership and being a pain. They would bang long after I had gone up to bed.
Sound travel can be odd. I had sound channelled up the stairs (on one occasion they used this, banging on the underside of the treads to make it sound as if someone had broken in), up the chimney structure, and the boxing round the water pipes. (Another occasion, one morning when I dared to use the loo twice in five minutes, I got banged at from a room they did not use except for the tumble drier.)
A previous occupant downstairs had spent a deal of time stuffing the pipe boxing with screwed up newspaper to try to insulate either sound or heat.
I have no problem with the breastful of milk ... it's all that d*mn*d snow I can't stand!
We have a lady in our choir who's in her mid-80s and can still sing the solo in In the bleak (Darke), absolutely beautifully, but with a lovely Suffolk accent: "Snew had fallen, snew on snew ..."
Oooh, that brings back memories of a Gloucestershire church about 15 years ago: although small it had a good choir with one splendid bass, blessed with a wonderful local burr. I've never forgotten him singing "The Borrres 'ead in and beer Oi"
...(Another occasion, one morning when I dared to use the loo twice in five minutes, I got banged at from a room they did not use except for the tumble drier.) ...
Banging on the ceiling because you were using the loo too often? May they suffer the worst kind of food poisoning!
TICTH people who say or write "obituary" when what they mean is (paid) "death notice." An obit is a news story; a death notice goes under the heading of advertising. It makes it very confusing to talk to survivors who have been led to believe that they've bought an obit, and don't understand why a reporter wants information they don't find important - or won't run information (like the deceased's favorite charities) that they consider imperative.
Another example of Creeping Websterization, this one demonstrably problematic...
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IANAD, but ticks are a source of Lyme disease and others. It can sneak up on a person bitten by a tick, it's hard to diagnose, and the blood test for it has some accuracy problems.
I usually start with Web MD when checking on something medical. Here's their page on tick bite treatment. Section 3 is about whether and when you need to go to a doctor.
Not trying to scare you, just making sure you have adequate information. FWIW, YMMV, etc.
Rubbing alcohol works, among other things.
F&*%
I do not like him.
Told the landlord, they said “Well we’ve had no calls about it” which appears to be code for we’re not doing anything. This has been going on for some time, but used to be just one bump. Now it’s increased to between 7 and 10 slams for any perceived infraction; I’ve been contemplating going downstairs and trying to have a conversation with them, but they don’t strike me as the type to be amenable to such tactics.
My roommate says to ignore them. Hard to do when you have to fear moving a piece of furniture to reach a book lest a raucous chorus of slams on the floor occurs.
ETA: Thank you for the support!
And come back in a better mood.
I’m hoping they’re away for the holidays because I have family coming over and don’t want to deal with thumps for breathing too loudly.
All best wishes for when you have your family coming over at Christmas. (((ECraigR)))
Two words for you: Klingon opera.
Klingons are a warrior species in the Star Trek universe. Their opera is...interesting...and fans have written more--in the Klingon language.
"Klingon Opera 'u' in Haus der Kulturen der Welt Berlin"
Search YouTube for "Klingon opera" to find more. There's even Klingon karaoke!
Note: I'm not seriously suggesting this--though if you don't crank it up too high...If you do use it, I disavow any knowledge of your actions.
But it may be a pleasant fantasy, and give you a laugh.
More realistically: maybe some white noise to block the sound, or nature recordings. I know YouTube has the latter.
Good luck!
She didn't complain because she was embarrassed, they were nice, the laminate flooring had been expensive (another overheard conversation) and she'd heard them discussing moving to a bigger flat, plus the sex abated once the wife was pregnant. Her plan was to warn any purchasers of the flat; I'm not sure if that worked out.
I'm not suggesting that there is any excuse for the banging and the obscenities, but your downstairs neighbour might be experiencing any noise as louder than you think.
Where is your broom during the loud telephone conversations? This may be a time for tit-for-tat. Boom! Boom! Boom!
Recasting it as a mutual problem might help to move towards a solution, or at least an amelioration, and it might also encourage quieter conversations if it is thought they can be overheard.
One thought which flipped across my mind was to introduce (secretly) into the domicile of Downstairs Neighbour some form of mephitic Air, or Gas, which would render him sick or comatose.
The author Wilkie Collins describes such an attempt in one of his novels (Armadale, IIRC).
I DO NOT IN ANY WAY WHATSOEVER AT ALL, AT ALL advocate such a drastic, and wicked, course of action, but it's tempting, no?
Given that TIACW, @BroJames suggestion is much more along the lines of 'What would Jesus do?'...
LPs* on my record player* and left my room, locking my door behind me. When I returned a few hours later the records had finished, my dorm was quiet, and no one ever said a word to me about it.
*You can ask your grandparents what LPs and record players were!
I did try twittering, LC, and the slumlandlord didn’t seem perturbed. They’re very hands off and the building isn’t great, but it’s cheap.
He seems to be unfazed by music. I’m an opera lover and often have Wagner playing to no complaint. Similarly, my roommate is a competent amateur pianist and plays often to no complaint. What bothers him and doesn’t is somewhat unpredictable, which exacerbates the stress.
I like BroJames solution the most, but may have to steel my moral fortitude to do so. I wanted to do that when this whole thing started, but naively thought I could placate him by never making noise.
At least he doesn’t slam the ceiling when my little dog scampers around. Always a positive somewhere.
The way noise travels in our present house is weird. When I am upstairs I can easily hear the television in the lounge which is below the bedroom, yet it cannot be heard at all downstairs in the kitchen which backs on to the lounge. So vertical travel not horizontal. Not sure why.
I’m calling my internet and tv service provider to hell. Service has been down since Thursday morning due to damaged cables, which seem to be taking forever to fix. They keep on pushing back the estimated time of return of service. Grrr
I confess I hadn't heard the "breast full of milk" version until I was well into adulthood, but that must have just been the particular editions I'd sung from. I'd have understood if a Victorian lady like Miss Rossetti might have cringed at the expression, but not a 21st century one!
Presumably this lady is the one who refuses to believe that HM the Queen actually goes to the loo, like the rest of humanity?
You should have told her to look for Christina Rossetti on Twitter or her Facebook page and take it up with her there
As for breastfeeding in church - I was at a service at the Cathedral once when the woman next to me started breast feeding. It was a much quieter, happier sound than a squalling baby.
She's been on the throne for quite a few years, BF. Perhaps something with her diet?
ROTFL!
Sound travel can be odd. I had sound channelled up the stairs (on one occasion they used this, banging on the underside of the treads to make it sound as if someone had broken in), up the chimney structure, and the boxing round the water pipes. (Another occasion, one morning when I dared to use the loo twice in five minutes, I got banged at from a room they did not use except for the tumble drier.)
A previous occupant downstairs had spent a deal of time stuffing the pipe boxing with screwed up newspaper to try to insulate either sound or heat.
Another example of Creeping Websterization, this one demonstrably problematic...