Category: A Woman’s Plight
I Play Along
“With the life signs, anyway…”
(Sleep Token lyrics)
GasLighting
“When others deny your objective experience and try to turn it subjective.”
Upset & Distressed
“Cleaning plastic bins with hot water in my bathroom brought in so much now damp-clogging harsh fumes through the walls that I am near to gagging.”
Frankly, My Dear,
I don’t want to deal with all of this on my own, anymore.
Sticky-Tacky
“You see, you can’t just leave…
And you can’t just go…
Unless you have a lawyer and money.”
(Title of multiple meanings)
Reservations
“Everything’s about…”
SubText
Fumegated Brain Injury
“It has become more difficult to ascertain what I can or ought to be doing to help improve my situation.”
Hopeless In Arcadia
“Sometimes I feel like there’s nothing that I can do anymore to make my life better…
In fact, it often feels like if I am not gripping while slipping, then I am definitely losing ground.”
Er…No Cookies
“Couldn’t stand up inhaling fumes anymore in the kitchen…”
I Shall Have My Cookies!
“Wheezing and/or gasping…”
You Know My Desire
To ask or to beg is to apply pressure…
To convey need and distress is to apply pressure…
To yell or scream, to cry or go silent, to smile and pretend everything is ok applies pressure…
Nothing I could do is necessarily right or wrong –
It’s all “pressure…”
(Title of Sleep Token lyrics)
Vexed
“I can’t easily get to my supplies.”
Legal Grounds
“Click the button and you’ll pay…
You’ll have ‘solid ground’ to stand on,
But you still won’t be able to breathe clean air
And you certainly won’t be able to get away…”
Skeletor PSA
(Crazy – Kenny Rogers)
On My Terms!
“First time back in a raquetball court since before my accident – and it felt GREAT ripping myself apart as I chased that ball!”
(Gonna paayyy for it, thoouuggh)
Safe Passage
“Having her for all of those years and helping to redirect her instincts to capability of adapting to city life probably saved her life – as I reflect on hearing what happened to some of her precious litter mates.”
Spiral Incandescence
Maybe we could learn how to trust again, together.
OH You Think I Might –
“BE A LITTLE PTSD TRIGGERED???!!!”
Admittedly,
“I have been unable to take my nutrient support powders these last couple of days to help combat the deleterious effects from the toxin fumes inundation.”
Hearts’ Haven
Residences can change and tides can shift…
In our love is where we belong.
That’s The Thing
She did not want shallow and temporary.
Tell Me
If I’m safe, yet…
Have I found my home?
Come On
Come On, Come On…
No Display
Hiding under covers with you
The Source Of You
Crawling over each other’s skin
Looking for a way to get into
Shock
“Where I’ve sought housing shelter, I don’t belong…
And this seems to be a repeat thematic.”
Have Garden
“Will travel.”
(No More Mr. Nice Guy – Alice Cooper)
It’s Time
“To fight back.”
It’s A
“Double coffee day – ‘The PAAAIINN!‘”
(“Dune” original movie quote)
WEEEEEEEDDDSSSSS
“ACCOMPLISHED!!!!”
Slippage
“I’m not panicking – you’re panicking.”
(No, I’m panicking…)
Egregiously
“I have now learned that if you eat canned salmon, you will smell like canned salmon – in ways that you do not wish to be.”
Carboxyhemogloben
“Test.”
My Dearest,
I am trying to push back, Love.
I am trying to overcome.
Loading Up
“On powdered nutrient supplements to combat smoke fume toxins.”
I Am
“An impatient woman.”
Finances
“I don’t know where I’m going to go, or how I’m going to get there.”
Fumes On A Brain Injury
She knew what she was doing and had identified the unscented lotion correctly to refill the unscented applicator.
But afterwards, she found that she had somehow, instead, refilled it with lavendar – which then initiated an internal panic chain reaction.
(Close-in object identification tracking going haywire)
Hysteria
“Bouts of giddy physio meltdown crisis reactions.”
“And There’s No Fu**-ing CAKE!!!” Misheard Lyrics To (Concrete Jungle – Bad Omens)
No Availability
“Ok, well then – not going to a walkin-in medical clinic today…”
No Cookies, But
“Across the way from a different, unattached building, a neighbor approached me, asking about “smoke” now infiltrating into his unit as he sought the source – with same ideas that I originally began with, and without knowing about my own unit’s problem.”
Where
“Can I leap to?”
Smoke Smothering
“I mean…
Eventually, you just stop breathing.”
Priorities
“If one is dying quicker, well, that’s a scary feat…
But, meanwhile, the stomach hungers as the mind bckons for more sleep – even as cells ache.
Is there anything safe to invest in?
Can anything – including perceptions – be trusted?”
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