Dark Thoughts

Yesterday I wrote what can best be described as a pity me post which I almost immediately unpublished. I wrote the post as I was feeling really emotional. Mainly because I haven’t had a proper nights sleep since last Monday and my diet has been reduced to 90% liquid since the excessive coughing ultimately ends up with me pewking my guts out. So I was feeling really irritable and a bit sorry for myself.
I was also feeling lonely and perhaps a bit worried that I might end up like 40 year old Joyce Vincent, a London woman who was found dead in her apartment this past January. Apparently, she had been dead for two plus years and no one bothered to sound the alarms about her disappearance. Not her family or friends. Not her neighbors. Not anyone. The only reason her body was discovered is because the landlord, the local council came to reposes the apartment due to lack of payment.
So Joyce’s situation while a bit extreme, made me think of my own. I’m a single woman in a foreign country with little family or friends around. That got me thinking about what would happen if I fell dangerously ill or God forbid dead in my apartment. More importantly, who would sound the alarm and how quickly? Hopefully, someone out there would a lot sooner than occurred in this case because if not, it would mean that I really haven’t had the kind of impact I thought I had on some of the people (i.e. family members, friends and maybe even a few coworkers, etc.) that have crossed my life these past 35 years.
Hopefully, an alarm will never be needed. And more immediately, that I get over this damn illness. It’s really bringing my energy and mood down.

5 Comments
  1. Wow, I feel so similarly. In fact, I think one of my biggest fears is getting snatched off the street and that no one will look for me because, yanno, I ain’t a white chick. When we come up missing, we tend to stay that way. I try to make sure I check in with somebody at least once a day for the very reasons you’ve outlined so well. Take care of yourself and feel better. Too bad I never got to meet you when you were in Chicago.

  2. Yeah, I was thinking that I should start checking in once a day with someone, but I’m hoping the fact that I keep a blog, God forbid I should go missing, someone would ask questions sooner rather than later. Truth be told, my job would probably sound the alarm since I’m known for going in to work even when I’m gravely ill.

  3. It took *two* years for the landlord to want money?
    Wow, the UK is much nicer about that kind of thing. 🙂

  4. Tuskata: It’s government housing so they were in no hurry to get their money. Either way, two years is still a long time to be in the rears for rent and the landlord not do anything about it.

  5. Hitting Home

    Joyce Vincent had been dead for more than two years when her body was eventually discovered in January this year. She was surrounded by unopened Christmas presents. The television was still on and so was the heating. Housing officers came…

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