After the Explosion

And soooooooooo I blew.  Yep I blew, lost my shit and said some really really terrible things.  I don't know if they heard me or not but I am thinking that they may have because they moved their lawn chairs to their porch and yesterday had their music on but it was on the other side of their house and not a problem.

I mean where is the humanity in the world?  My husband politely asked them Saturday evening and explained I was just diagnosed with cancer, they were nice about it he said.  I had my doubts but figured I'd give them the benefit of my doubt.  Sadly my gut was right.  That loud booming music triggered a very painful migraine headache which I tried to dull down by taking a half of an anti anxiety medication my dr prescribed me for the biopsy.  I laid down on our bed, our bedroom faces their garage where their stereo was and the bass booming.  All I heard was the constant "boom, boom, boom, boom......." I was at my wits end and so when their company finally left and it was quiet I rose up outta the bed like a possessed monster out of a Stephen King story and opened the back door and started shouting a tirade of horrible ugly things to them.  I snapped, I broke.  I have never ever before in my life broke like that.  Every emotion I had bottled up inside rose to the surface and blew.  I feel disgusted with myself because I have always taken the high road.  I have always been diplomatic.  But they poked the bear when they got drunk and cranked up that damn music and the bass started booming.......could hear it into the living room with the tv volume turned up as loud as it would go.  Could not drown it out. 

Maybe that explosion was the result of my tossing a witch ball into their side yard on Friday behind their garage where the stereo is.  I tossed it and as I did so said, "Shut the Fuck UP or MOVE!"  Magick works in mysterious ways.  What happens next remains to be seen.  I am anticipating they will just to be hateful crank up that fucking bass even louder this weekend  just because they can.  I am not up to a war with surgery on the horizon in 13 days.  I have enough on my plate right now to digest and certainly don't need the additional stress of their ignorance and cruelty.  I wonder what they would think if someone did their to their mother or loved one the same thing..........loud music booming so they could not rest and heal.  But they have no sense of compassion.  She has a nasty reputation in town for being a mean drunk.  I've not danced with her yet in the 6 yrs they have lived next door but it may come to that.  And of those 6 yrs this spring, May, has been the worst.  The music booming even louder than in the past.  I fear this is going to get really ugly.  But I must be strong and get my boots on and kick ass!