Category: Society

“Ok, well then – not going to a walkin-in medical clinic today…”

“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.”

“In any important decision.”

“Trying to rebuild while everything is falling apart around and inside of me from toxic fumigation and increased societal stress and pressures is like trying to grow new skin over aching wounds that keeps getting sloughed off from the festering, rather than healing.”

Next to her pillow, the wall still seeped in a more steady, sickly-sweet flow the fumes of toxic regret thick emanating from unrepetant lungs, flooding into her own with wide abandon.

“That the small diffuser has now absorbed the smell, so is thus magnify-recycling the ashtray presence in humidity activated with original intention to help aid breathing easier??”

“From this cigarette ash deluge exposure.”

“I’m gonna have to take things to a next level with this poisoned housing situation…I can’t live like this – literally.”

“Agitation.”

“The power is cut off for some reason, thereby shutting off any internal electricy such as light, cooking, and air flow modulation – and neighboring smells increase and come into my unit from all atound due to the construction zones large air large hole’s suction below.

“That this once pleasant unit is the one that I had specifically chosen when forced out of my home in desperation?

And now my body and all of my belongings are ash tray soak-choked, while I am offered the pittance of a smaller unit, further displacement into undesirable orientation and more exposure to increased road noise and infiltration of privacy without any loss compensation?

BTW, what’s to stop the same issue from happening at the “new” unit, when the untended factors are still going unaddressed in their influence?”

“I figured out why the ash smell is getting pulled into my unit, but not the source of the smell.”

“But this is intolerable ‘cruelty.'”

“The air filter draws in more fumes, and the boxes absorbed so much..

Inside cabinets in kitchen and bathroom…

Inside closet and flowing thrrough any wall opening and door/windows opening.

So much for this being a non-smoking community.

The clogging stench of ash tray reek is suffocating.

I feel quite illl near to vomiting, now frequently.

I need to leave – escape to better lodgings.

Yet, still, I keep unpacking and sorting.

Don’t people throw away everything once it’s exposed like this?

I can’t, but keep on dealing with this..”

(Title of multiple meanings)

“They were tying up my injured wings, anyway.”

“To get it, they limit your income, keeping your nose pressed down into poverty – and take it away the moment you make anything beyond that penance limit.”

“Struggle and toil…

Struggle and toil…”

“It is difficult to be anyone’s priority when one has always been seen as their provider.”

“If those bouncing springs above me are a couch or a bed’s mattress being bounced upon, but either way…”

“It SUCKS!”

“It is VERY ‘disconcerting’ to come home from the laundromat with somebody else’s bonus sock – and my few towels and clothes now with bleach and other stains on them!”

“Three weeks ago, I was told I qualified at last for a first service.

Then I went to an office to finish the paperwork and update the other paperwork for a second service.

Then, I was told to go fix something at a third service the next week by the fiirst service – which I did – and I also had to go back to do more paperwork on the second service because the prior week’s efforts triggered more questions, so that’s week’s efforts and precious gas expense weren’t enough.

Then, the first service communications completely topped and connections disappeared, no matter any diverse attempts to contact.

Second service disconnected help despite compliance due to limited staff not processing paperwork properly, so today on the phone for hours and maybe it will be reactivated.

A fourth service last week said come back this week.

Meanwhile, third service is still in the mired cogworks.

However, I just now got a call from a hard-working advocate that second services will be restored – but not until tomorrow, and now reduced.

“I already did this depression sh**!

Did it…!

Lived it…!

Crossed the fe-cking threshold –

Mo-ving On!”

“Of Toil…”

“Having to watch your dog’s every straining efforts’ productions so that you make sure to pick up every piece of poop so that no one has to step on it.”