12:35 PM I was writing an long email (message in my chart) and ran in trouble. Could not upload a critical picture of my wound and became frustrated. As i was trying to make the file shorter which i did, they started upstairs, after one quite morning. About a half hour later i started to have chills. Thinkin the wound probably got reinfected with invisible dust raised by the commotions.

3:45 About an hour ago i decided to dress and go outside to see what i can do. I totally ignored the cat poops and picked at least 20 dog poops. While i was finishing, the big woman of Apt.E4 came with a dog that barked viciously at me. She pulled the dog saying "leave it - leave it" and went somewhere else.

Smoke flooded the area while i was outside and now that i'm having trouble breathing. Nobody is upstairs when there's smoke at this level.

11:55 Ok i get to start it on 15 though it would go a bit into tomorrow.

Don't know how to start this or maybe when to start it. What point in my thread of thoughts i already went through several times in my mind. Ok maybe chronological is the best.

So i went outside to dispose of a bunch of poops. I don't know how many they were, probably more than 20. Several pounds as i said it would. bulky and soft.

There was one of them i haven't seen earlier across the alley, smoking, acting himself. A real Japanese hikikomori.

I picked those. Met with the big woman. Picked that fish tank with mold and algae at the bottom. Heavy, almost dropped it on the asphalt. Put them all in the bin. Walking back to the door. Then i saw the man with the garage which i don't see around so much anymore. The one who once wanted to give me a check. He was all curled up on himself working on something.

Got back inside. My legs were cold. I did the bandages and went to lay in bed in the bedroom to warm my feet and ankles. But something happened. My feet would not warm up. For hours. No, first i got shortness of breath from the smoke of which some got inside. Then my feet won't warm up. From the ankle down.

The ankles themselves were not inflamed so it would not fit my theory with "inflamed ankles that press on the arteries and slow the blood flow". Both feet felt tight and a bit painful, maybe 3 on a scale of 10.

I was laying in bed, thinking. Then i searched some stuff online and ordered. Then i was still thinking at that guy bent over himself. Then i thought that must be it. That smoke, the dog poop, the woman, the curled guy, it was all part of a scene that suggested me to... block the chi.

Yeah i know in what realm i'm getting into. Those who did not follow what i wrote so far would think ok i knew the nut's gonna crack some day.

But is true. Kept concentrating until i realized i have some muscles very tight near the spine in lumbar area maybe from bending when the woman yelled ("at her dog") "leave it". Probable pressing on some sciatic nerves that were active when i bent.

I commanded myself to release those muscles and voila. Within the next 10 minutes my feet started to pulsate with blood. A bit late. Late enough for the woman upstairs to have done a show which i recorded and when i tried to upload, she took off, probably to go next door at 4 (still upstairs) from where she kept stomping from time to time, in the rhythm of my thoughts (or better said, emotion, anxiety) like she knew (which is very scary after she does it several times in a row).

Got the chills, just did the dressing, i saw. Redness around the rim of the wound.