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Pandemic personal consequences

These alleged benefits of getting up early are a total mystery to me, and have been throughout my life.

Larks are nice but I never want to be one! ;)

No offence intended to anyone extolling the virtures of early day-starting :confused:

But it's just that with me not working from home, I have to get up barbarically-early on work days ...

So I daydream of retirement, and of going through the whole of winter without ever having to get up before it's light! :thumbs:

At least I have long weekends with no working Fridays (ETA : because I work part time, Monday to Thursday only) .... and very often I can have non-working Mondays too :cool:

So the whole thing could easily be worse ...
 
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These alleged benefits of getting up early are a total mystery to me, and have been throughout my life.

Larks are nice but I never want to be one! ;)

No offence intended to anyone extolling the virtures of early day-starting :confused:

But it's just that with me not working from home, I have to get up barbarically-early on work days ...

So I daydream of retirement, and of going through the whole of winter without ever having to get up before it's light! :thumbs:

At least I have long weekends with no working Fridays (ETA : because I work part time, Monday to Thursday only) .... and very often I xan have non-working Mondays too :cool:

So the whole thing could easily be worse ...
There's a meme or a twitter exchange I remember but can't find. It goes something like....

"How did the morning people get away with making the world work their way?"
"The bastards did it while we were still asleep".

makes sense.
 
My upstairs neighbour hanged himself on Tuesday night. We realised yesterday evening we hadn't heard him for a day or two, which was unusual because he was a noisy alcoholic and you would often hear him crashing around or see him staggering out to the shop at 10am for a bottle of something. Mr W went and knocked on his door this morning, and didn't get an answer so went up to the letting agent office (luckily we knew that his flat and our flat are run by the same agent) and said we were worried for him. And they went and found him.

He wasn't a bad guy, just a drunk. We had been aware that he was looking worse and worse and vaguely worrying about him and wondering whether we should do... something... about trying to get him some help. But at the same time, he didn't exactly give off approachability and, you know, pandemic. And we just didn't have space in our lives to take him on. So we didn't. And now he's hanged himself.
 
Good mate died of coronavirus a couple of days ago. Truly lovely man, would do anything for friends - for example he handled the estate of one of our friends which was in an absolute mess and which took him two years of his spare time, just because he was a good friend.

Hadn't seen him for a couple of years and he'd had cancer - they took him into hospital for that, he came out testing negative then tested positive and went back in and on ventilator. RIP :(
 
My upstairs neighbour hanged himself on Tuesday night. We realised yesterday evening we hadn't heard him for a day or two, which was unusual because he was a noisy alcoholic and you would often hear him crashing around or see him staggering out to the shop at 10am for a bottle of something. Mr W went and knocked on his door this morning, and didn't get an answer so went up to the letting agent office (luckily we knew that his flat and our flat are run by the same agent) and said we were worried for him. And they went and found him.

He wasn't a bad guy, just a drunk. We had been aware that he was looking worse and worse and vaguely worrying about him and wondering whether we should do... something... about trying to get him some help. But at the same time, he didn't exactly give off approachability and, you know, pandemic. And we just didn't have space in our lives to take him on. So we didn't. And now he's hanged himself.

Hard not to feel bad in such circumstances, but you saved him from his body being undiscovered for a horrific amount of time at least.
 
Hard not to feel bad in such circumstances, but you saved him from his body being undiscovered for a horrific amount of time at least.
But we think we heard him do it (a particularly big crash, I was washing the dishes and jumped, and Mr W came through from the living room and we both kind of went 'oof that was a big one' and then we didn't think much more about it, because he banged and crashed all the time and we had just kind of got used to him. And now we've been walking around merrily living our lives underneath him hanging there dead. I feel pretty awful to be honest.
 
Uff thats really rough weeps. Maybe theres a phoneline you could ring for some support?

Lockdown long covid fun. Living with my parents so get very little space or me time as they are around almost all the time (unsurprisingly) and I'm not well enough to go for a proper walk outside still. There are days where it does my head in, especially as they row and argue a lot...

Thank fuck I am no longer waking up at the crack of dawn like last year tho. Very much not my natural rhythm! :D
 
But we think we heard him do it (a particularly big crash, I was washing the dishes and jumped, and Mr W came through from the living room and we both kind of went 'oof that was a big one' and then we didn't think much more about it, because he banged and crashed all the time and we had just kind of got used to him. And now we've been walking around merrily living our lives underneath him hanging there dead. I feel pretty awful to be honest.
It’s a horrible feeling and you are going to feel awful for a bit I expect but you absolutely couldn’t have prevented this. You were used to his chaotic behaviour, it wasn’t new for you. In another situation, banging and crashing would alert neighbours that something was wrong.

I do understand a little how it feels as a housemate and friend took an overdose and we didn’t find him for 3 days. We noticed we hadn’t seen him, but assumed he was with his parents. I don’t remember what made us start to worry.
The night staff let us into his bedsit and he was dead. It was a horrendous feeling and we all felt so guilty but we also know we couldn’t have stopped him. My last conversation with him was an argument about him washing his socks at a stupid time and waking me up which I felt terrible about for a long time.
Take care all of you.xx
 
But we think we heard him do it (a particularly big crash, I was washing the dishes and jumped, and Mr W came through from the living room and we both kind of went 'oof that was a big one' and then we didn't think much more about it, because he banged and crashed all the time and we had just kind of got used to him. And now we've been walking around merrily living our lives underneath him hanging there dead. I feel pretty awful to be honest.
Not surprising you feel awful, but hopefully you won't feel guilty - you're really not to blame in any way.
 
I was worrying about an old mate, who struggles with depression & alcohol, has been on & off anti-depressants for years, lost his mother to bastard covid in Jan., and our communication since has only been brief text messages.

I didn't want to call until he was ready, but made it clear I was ready to talk whenever he wanted too.

Nothing for the last 2 weeks, I don't do facebook normally, but checked it earlier to find he hadn't posted in over 2 weeks, I was now very concerned.

So, I made that call, he's in a right mess, 2 hours of chatting has drained me, but left him more positive & thanking me for caring.

I am lost as to what more I can do, I may start a thread in K&S tomorrow for advice from urbs.
 
My upstairs neighbour hanged himself on Tuesday night. We realised yesterday evening we hadn't heard him for a day or two, which was unusual because he was a noisy alcoholic and you would often hear him crashing around or see him staggering out to the shop at 10am for a bottle of something. Mr W went and knocked on his door this morning, and didn't get an answer so went up to the letting agent office (luckily we knew that his flat and our flat are run by the same agent) and said we were worried for him. And they went and found him.

He wasn't a bad guy, just a drunk. We had been aware that he was looking worse and worse and vaguely worrying about him and wondering whether we should do... something... about trying to get him some help. But at the same time, he didn't exactly give off approachability and, you know, pandemic. And we just didn't have space in our lives to take him on. So we didn't. And now he's hanged himself.
Oh, weepiper, that's a tough situation to find yourself in. Be kind to yourself, and try to do what you can not to do the "if only..." thing.
 
I woke up this morning very very sneezy. No other symptoms and just one nostril, curiously. Should I get tested? Have had the jab - Pfizer - two or three weeks ago
Should I call in sick if it hasn’t gone by Monday?
Should I go to the shops to get decongestant or stay at home?
 
I woke up this morning very very sneezy. No other symptoms and just one nostril, curiously. Should I get tested? Have had the jab - Pfizer - two or three weeks ago
Should I call in sick if it hasn’t gone by Monday?
Should I go to the shops to get decongestant or stay at home?

hayfever? i find it makes me super sneezy whereas actually being ill is more of a blocked up thing.
 
hayfever? i find it makes me super sneezy whereas actually being ill is more of a blocked up thing.
I had an acute attack of that a few days after my jab when cycling alongside a canal with a lot of foliage about, but am indoors today and I’m not getting the usual itchiness, red eyes etc.
 
Not quite living on my own so stayed out of that thread,
the low level depression has definitely been hitting for a long while now (6 month or so),
drinking too much...
not exercising enough because work in the entertainment industry is where I got a lot/most of my exercise pre-pandemic...
eating shit processed food...
depresion settling in but the vaccine roll out hopefully swinging things up

tl;dr: times are hard
 
I wish I could help, wemakeyousoundb ...... I hope you're able to look after yourself as best you can, anyway.

Also, more (((( xxx ))) and support to weepiper ... -- big sympathies to you all.

To both : I hope things get a lot better very soon. Not far until Spring now! :)
 
How are you doing weepiper?
Ok thanks. A pretty heavy weekend. One of the neighbours googled him and found out that he had done a law degree and 8 months before he moved in here he got promoted to an elevated position in a high level recruitment consultancy. 'James has a strong record in recruiting CEOs in the finance industry'. He was already a chaotic alcoholic when he moved in and a year and a bit later he was a total shambling jakey who you only saw going to the shop for more booze at 10am in dirty stained clothes who hanged himself. It's a pretty stratospheric downward trajectory. He never spoke to any of us about himself so we had no idea.
 
Oh weeps that is truly horrific, so sorry that happened so close to you, making you feel a part of it :( I remember when I saw a guy killed by a national express coach, he'd smiled at me seconds before impact and I felt responsible for a while after. Maybe write him a letter? It's good to get things out in that way and helps you process all of the feelings. Big love X
 
(((weepiper))) and all urbs going through rough times.

Please dont quote me

Do you know that horrible sinking feeling you get when something shit happens?
Monday work zoom meeting brought me there. Literally blood drained from me as I was humiliated by my boss in front of muddle management. My camera thankfully had failed to work so nobody saw me. I sat there in my own silence and realised on International Women's Day that I was being humiliated by a man yet again...in front of 4 other men.
It was avoidable. It should not have happened and I suspect he knew that he'd fucked up as soon as he realised I had gone quiet. I'll deal with it...when my head is ok.

I'm finding it really tough at the moment in many ways but now it's gone tough financially. In the red since November....all the time. I've been paying all the bills for my parents and all my own (obvs) and my paycheck just goes into the credit card account but it's just not making much difference cos by the end of every month the bills have racked up again and it's back to square one. There is literally nothing left for any emergency. Thankfully I am still wfh and dont have transport costs.

Lastly...I am numb. I mean I am feeling nothing today. I cried Monday evening for a while. Not a "feel sorry for myself" cry...just an exhausted one. I'm just tired of battling on.
 
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