techgeek77's Journal

So I decided to move out. I'll most likely be here another month, as i cannot find a replacement for myself on my lease and find another apartment in the next seven days.

Just to give a quick run-through about my time here in this apartment:

We moved in here, almost two months ago. A beautiful, brand new apartment. Washer/Dryer in the apartment, Jacuzzi style tub, central air, balcony, etc. Great apartment and pretty cheap(well, by Brooklyn New York standards anyways). Okay, so I didn't pick the best roommate, but that's another story. About a week or so after we moved in, we began to hear noise and heavy walking from upstairs. I went up and talked to the neighbors, told them about my condition, and asked them for their help. I was being kept up at night, by the noise from upstairs. And I began a long cycle of coming home to the stress of whether I would be able to sleep well that night.

Well, after talking to my building manager(I'm assuming that's his position), the former building security guard,  my broker for the lease and even writing a letter to the neighbors... I'm no further along than I was when I started. So i've decided to move out. i can't subject myself to this stress every day any longer.

So, now... the reason for this journal entry.

After talking to my roommate and dealing with the guys upstairs, it's quite clear to me, that our disorder is taken very lightly. Or, at least, by a portion of the population. The idea that I will lay in bed tonight, not able to sleep. That I will watch the clock in my mind trying to figure out how much time I have left to be awake, before I must call out sick in the morning from work... These things worry me. But it means so little to them.

The fact that I might wake up in the morning and have a seizure from lack of sleep. is a big deal. Everyone on this board understands this. But it is such a second class health issue to some people in the world. Do they think we are joking? 

I'm just tired of the world not taking this massively serious situation a little more serious. Hey look... you don't have to live with it. That's my job. But please respect it... or at least me.