I didn't leave my apartment from Friday till Tuesday, which is totally typical of me and this disease. In fact, if I hadn't had to take out the garbage and check my mail, I probably wouldn't have gone out for another few days. So, my neighbors across from me went nuts that they didn't see me. They started to bang on my door, and they said if I hadn't shown my face when I did, they were going to call maintainance on me. And I can't get them to understand that I'm too sick to go out much. It's like, on the one hand, I think it's amazing that these people who barely even know me are that concerned about me. They actually care a billion times more than my blood relatives care. But then on the other hand, it's like, can you please mind your own business cause this is my life and if I need to stay in and rest because your world is killing me, please leave me be to suffer in my pain alone, thanks. I've told them repeatedly that I have a bad immune system disorder. I might have to put a sign on my door, Do Not Disturb, I need my rest. I don't know what else to do, except inform the building's office that if I'm not seen for long periods of time it doesn't mean I'm dead. And if I'm not answering the door, it's because I'm just not well enough to walk across the apartment or deal with anyone. I pay my rent and bills, leave me be. It's bad enough that I'm really struggling now to do anything I need to do. I'm probably going to have to get someone in to help me in the not too distant future, but I just wish people would let me rest in peace.