I hate my neighbors. If I never see them again it’ll be far too soon. I’m just sick and tired of being the one who has to complain. No one else in my building is willing to step up and ask them to be quiet. I’m surprised they still have any plates considering how many they smash. The screaming is unrelenting. And I can’t deal with the pounding on the floor. If I knew what they were doing I bet the DA would be pressing charges. I just don’t think that I’ll ever be happy living here in this block of flats. I’m always going to be on edge waiting for a crash or a scream.
What I really want is peace and quiet or I can get my paintings done. I think it might be time for houses to rent instead of flats because it will give me the kind of privacy I need to do my work. No more anxiety I can already picture. I could do anything about it. This place has been incredibly difficult to settle into because of all the noise. But without people on every wall but my flat, including above and below, it will give me the solitude I need to get my work done.
I’ve been pushing the paint around the campus for a good seven months now no image seems to come to me and all seems to blur. I can picture my new place now, lots of grass and green everywhere. I desperately want to grow my own grapes it would be an amazing experience. I can see the vines climbing up the trellises I built and they slowly begin to mature. I steer the vines along wood trellis and over the years that begin to bear more and more fruit until I have to start giving it away for fear of letting them rot on the vine. Â Bliss.
Â I had gotten complacent. I started noticing that people were looking at my mole around the office about a week ago. I never saw people check it out as a child. I didn’t think it was that noticeable, or at the very least the subject of anyone’s conversation. But I started to notice the eyes on my right cheek. Drifting down several times a minute as I spoke. Â I decided that it was starting to be a nuisance.
Â So I went to my doctor and he referred me to us to a specialist he advised me to schedule aÂ mole removal
Â , because of the potential for cancer later in life. I was happy to hear that it would only take approximately 30 to 45 min. for the entire procedure. And that he’ll only advised me to stay home from work for a single day. He explains that local anesthetic would be the only thing that I would need. But it would require someone to drive me home after the procedure. Procedure would be done at the hospital. They showed me before and after pictures, and explained that my three-dimensional mole would, after three weeks, resembled a small red patch barely noticeable overall. This is what excited me most the idea of a clear complexion was so far out of my head at that point that I decided to go for it.
Â I got to the hospital my friend waited out in the waiting room, (best place for it) while I got changed. Â The doctor was in my room in no time at all. A very small needle was used to locally anesthetize me. It was a bit freaky seeing the needle come at my face but I knew it was going to help me feel more confident. And I also knew I was in safe hands. Before I knew it’s the doctor had begun and and even faster procedure was finished I was very surprised, when he told me we were done. Then he placed a bandage on my face and helped me have a glass of water. I peeked when I got home and it looked like I had a new face.
Â Â Four weeks later, I only had a small red spot that faded even more over time. Winning!