Apartment Life #341

 

This is a weekly blog post that I'm calling Apartment Hell  Life. I've mentioned a few times some of the crazy things that go on in and around my apartment complex in the past 25 years that we've lived here and people keep telling me I should write a book. But instead of a book, I've decided to share the crazy things that have happened in and around my apartment complex in the last 25 years here in a weekly blog post.

On Monday morning Falcor had hurt his back by jumping off the couch or my bed. He was in obvious pain and I didn't know if he had a broken rib or something so we took him into the Veterinarian's office right away. He's fine, he just pulled a muscle in his shoulder and back by leaping off the bed or the couch. He's 8 years old and even though he still has lot's of energy, his old bones and muscles aren't up to all that jumping and leaping he does. So they gave me some pain meds, told us to keep him calm and don't let him jump on anything for a week. We went to VCA Animal Hospital, they were so good with him. The vet even called me the next day to ask how he was doing.

The pain meds really helped and he was so much better the next morning. But I had to keep him off all the furniture all week so he wasn't doing any jumping up or down and that was a full time job.  A couple of times he jumped up on the couch and I would pick his bed up and sit it next to him, he would crawl into it and I would pick the bed up with him in it and set him on the floor. He had his own elevator service a few times. I didn't want to pick him up and hurt him so I did it like that. But he quickly learned not to jump on anything for the most part even though he was feeling better. I kept a bed in the living room during the day for him to sleep on when the pain meds kicked in and he got sleepy and then took the bed back in the bedroom for him to sleep in at night. He's used to laying on the couch or the chair and I didn't want him jumping up on anything. It was hard. Poor baby.

That's also the reason I didn't get around to leaving many comments on other blogs this week. I need to catch up on that now.

But he's much better now as you can see here. One of the dogs that run around off leash all the time came running up to him and they started playing a couple of days ago. 

Update: I got a call from the vet yesterday and she told me that based on the radiology reports he had a slipped disc in his neck that was causing the pain. She said he also has IVDD, or Intervertebral Disc Disease and so I need to keep him from doing too much jumping and call her right away if he seems in pain or has trouble walking. But hopefully he'll be fine for a long time and won't have anymore pain as long as he doesn't slip a disc again. Something I'll have to watch for from now on.

Some of you might remember that I've said I have Agoraphobia and Social Anxiety. So getting in a car and going to the vets office was a bit difficult for me and my daughter actually went with me because this was only the second time I've been in a car away from my apartment complex in the past 10 years or more. But I went and got through it for Falcor. 

That car furthest away at the top of the picture is a cop car. The police were around my complex and across the street again this week. I saw 2 more police cars go into the alley behind the apartment complex directly across from me and this police car was out by the street. They were there for a long time. I also saw a police car parked in front of my building that night but because it was night time I didn't get a picture with my phone. 

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On Wednesday night drug dealer started making weird remarks to my daughter about how they should get a room together, they should go out ect. This man is 50 years old and my daughter is 31. Later that night he had the balls to come to my door and ask her if she wanted him to tuck her in. 

So the next morning I saw him outside and this was the conversation.

Me: Hey, do me a favor and stay away from my daughter. 
Drug Dealer: Your daughter? What did I do to your daughter?

Me: She's not interested. 

Drug Dealer; Interested in what?

Me: She's not interested in you. You're too old. You're old enough to be her father. 

Drug Dealer: *Stares blankly at me because he's high as hell* I don't know...

Me: Look, I know what went on last night. Stay the #uck away from my daughter and my door!

Then I turned around and walked away and he stumbled back to his door. 

I'm not gonna put up with this nasty old man making snide comments to my kid. I still have no idea if he's actually getting evicted or not. 

The high this week was 64F/17C

The low this week was 36F/2C

So that's it for this week's Apartment Hell  Life! Be sure to come back next week for more.