Living under laminate flooring has a long list of negative influences, but one of the most frustrating, upsetting and disturbing is the intrusion into sleep. Sleep disturbance and deprivation is one of the most common forms of torture and living under laminate flooring exposes a person to this kind of torture.
The body needs good quality sleep to repair itself and the mind needs good quality sleep for relaxation and emotional health. It's not rocket science. So why local councils and the law continue to allow residents to install laminate flooring in upper flatted properties is beyond reason.
Being woken at 6am on a Sunday morning by thumping, banging and thundering feet is not the healthiest way to end a night's sleep and it is not the healthiest way to begin a new day. Quite why people feel the need to slam doors and run on their laminate flooring at 6am on a Sunday morning is beyond comprehension.
Ruptured sleep on a regular basis pushes a person to the edge.
Showing posts with label noise diary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label noise diary. Show all posts
Sunday, 1 February 2009
Friday, 2 January 2009
Living with laminate flooring noise affects personality
I am a different person when I spend time away from home. I can relax, I can sleep easily, I awake feeling good about the coming day. I can focus on anything I want to knowing I will not be ripped from my own thoughts by loud, harsh noises raining down from above.
Returning to my home I feel the dread closing in, as if I am walking into a prison cell. Even if the noise is not present when I enter, I know that it will come. Almost immediately I feel myself transform into another person - a person who is anxious and fearful, jumpy and depressed. It is like a light goes out inside me knowing that I have to live here until change comes.
The noise did come and it came loud. Three hours and three pairs of outdoor shoes running around all over the property upstairs. Three hours of doors slamming, furniture grinding and random thuds and bangs. It was impossible to find a place in my home, the place that is supposed to be my sanctuary from the world, to sit without noise. Loud noise.
Currently I do not have a bedroom. I sleep in whichever room I guess will have the least disturbance. I don't always guess right.
Life, like the chairs on the laminate flooring above me, grinds on.
Returning to my home I feel the dread closing in, as if I am walking into a prison cell. Even if the noise is not present when I enter, I know that it will come. Almost immediately I feel myself transform into another person - a person who is anxious and fearful, jumpy and depressed. It is like a light goes out inside me knowing that I have to live here until change comes.
The noise did come and it came loud. Three hours and three pairs of outdoor shoes running around all over the property upstairs. Three hours of doors slamming, furniture grinding and random thuds and bangs. It was impossible to find a place in my home, the place that is supposed to be my sanctuary from the world, to sit without noise. Loud noise.
Currently I do not have a bedroom. I sleep in whichever room I guess will have the least disturbance. I don't always guess right.
Life, like the chairs on the laminate flooring above me, grinds on.
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