Bump on the head

My son got his first bump on the head the other day. Now it looks like a rainbow, the middle is pinkish red, than a ring of yellow surrounds it, and an outer ring of green. When it happened my world stopped. He was running, and fell. It looked like he fell onto his little couch, so at first I thought he was fine, just scared. But he cried so hard. I picked him up and held him, we spun around the room and sang. He was happy again. Then I saw the bump, big raised bump with a bruise on top. We took a picture to see if we needed to take him to the doctor. It probably looked worse than it was, but to me it was as if he had been wounded in battle by an ax.

Cleaning so we might not get kicked out, but we probably will anyway. My downstairs neighbor is a terrible human being who wishes for nothing more than us to be forced out into the freezing snow. She is the kind of person who runs up the stairs and bangs on our door for the slightest noise, and they don't all even come from this apartment.

I have been woken up at 1 or 2 am by this crazed woman, who while screaming in my face and holding a lit cigarette berated me for waking up her grandson. I told her not to ever bring her cigarette near my door again and shut the door, hoping to go back to sleep. However, the evil hag woke up my baby. Thanks a lot, bitch!

Once she even came to our door and said she was recording us. WTF? Is that even legal? Totally creepy. I don't know who this woman thinks she is, but why should she complain for every little thing, real or imagined?

I can't stop her voices from keeping her up at night, so why are we now on the last notice, if downstairs troll decides to complain again, we are most likely out on the streets. This seems so unfair. The last notice said we could not have balls in the apartment. Balls really? This place is crazy!