Ending September 6 Word Story 9/29-9/30

This weekend was both fun and mentally tiring. I took a mental health day to myself and called in a vacation day. I think they can do without me for a day. If not there are other people there that can do a quick graphic. Today is October 1st and also the beginning of Inktober and weekend road trips to haunted locations this month (or so I planned). Let’s start with catching on my last two 6 word stories for Septemeber. Stayed tuned for October’s 6 Words, list, and Inktober beginnings. Happy Monday everyone.


Prompt 9/29: Flower

Caution! Poisonous petals still hold beauty.

Prompt 9/30: Grind

Don't let society widdle your spirit.

January 16, 2018

Resolution Progress

I thought I would mention the progress of operation ‘Quit Smoking’ resolution. Following the prescribed Chantix medication recommendations method of quitting I’m now on Day 4 without a cigarette. Now, all the people I mentioned it to gasped expressing concerns over my mental health status and then the issue that some patients have with dreams.
First off my doctor and I discussed the medication and my other CPTSD medications and both well aware of what could happen, warning signs, and what needs to be done if the side effects are too much for me. Second, my dreams are already horrifying to the point I wake up crying reliving past abuse. I’ll take my chances.
I didn’t have dreams the first week of taking the medication but the minute I stopped smoking I had my first dream. I swear it could be the best Sharknado installment. Personally, I haven’t seen any of them but would definitely watch this one.



Dream:
With all the weather situations turning the sharks into killers that can fly through the air OUR human species came up with this brilliant idea to turn Islands into habitats which are surrounded by motes and a dome on the top with controlled weather inside. Imagine our own greenhouse. The motes separate the shark-infested waters from our dome. Now, inside these motes are genetically modified sharks to kill normal sharks that get to close or inside the mote. Let’s see, there was a clown shark, angler- hammerhead shark (you guessed it…the angler shark would fish for other sharks with his lighted fishing pole at the end of its head. But because it is shaped like a hammer there is one for each side.) You get the picture. What I did love about this is that the shark hybrids weren’t too outrageous.

There were weddings, family picnics, iconic American dream stuff and the mote also served as a way to deal with criminals so the crime rate was really REALLY low. Then one day an oceanic floor earthquake busted our dome and sharks from the outside got into the mote and started to school with the mutated sharks then you know what happened…they came after us, humans. We were able to makeshift secure our dome but were cornered by our own stupidity if you will. My mom was getting married to her boyfriend and why my dream state made him out to be Napoleon was beyond me. But the little guy was eaten by the clown shark. I thought that was kind of poetic. The dream ended with us figuring out how to kill off the surrounding sharks and get to a neighboring dome. It was my simulating another oceanic earthquake drying up part of the ocean (don’t ask me how) and killing the sharks. Then I wake up.

Now if the producers would like to discuss the future Sharknado movie…they can email or contact me. And yes…I did use Photoshop and haven’t used it in a while so deal with it. Oh, I have another dream that I could write about but this one was better and I’m sure I’ll have more.

 

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May 22nd, 2017 PART 4

Meat and Matters and Questionable Acts-part 4

This brings me to today, Monday, May 22. I was so exhausted from the busy weekend and even managed to twist my knee. I showed up to work with to thermos cups. One with some really strong coffee and the other with my Dublin breakfast tea (that I will no longer be able to purchase more than likely). Right when I walked in I was immediately greeted with a sample of a very old concept for a product that hasn’t been made in about 5 years. It was more than likely a first version and someone wanted to recreate it. UGH! I so didn’t want to deal with that this morning. I sat down and began recreating this hideous art spec and was met by the CSR that was on a trip handing over an art spec request. I put it in my tray without even glancing at it. After I completed the hideous art, I looked at the request and seen that I had completed it for the older CSR (the one set in her ways and can do no wrong). I quickly forwarded it to her and walked out there to return the product sample to the older woman and the paper that the returning CSR brought. It was quickly snatched out of my hands and thrown in the recycling box for paper. I later received an apology from her stating that she wasn’t informed upon her return that the work had been done or informed of anything else for that matter.

I was having an OK day trying to draw a complicated black lab and duck logo for a jacket when I received a text from my husband (black lab and duck will be digitized for embroidery). I didn’t read it right away because it was normally and ‘I love you’ or ‘Miss you’. I wish I had read it when I was on my morning break. He had been walked off his job site Saturday by this guy that has been gunning for his dismissal since my husband started. I panicked. Panic is a fucking understatement! I went numb, a thousand horrible scenarios running through my head, questions that were now a serious concern. ‘How will I feed my family? How will we pay the car payment? Can we get by with the bare minimum? How and where do I find a 3rd job and time for it? How am I going to be able to continue to see my therapist or receive the medications I need? I don’t want to go back to the woman I was. The woman that caused her husband to leave and feel like he was walking on egg shells. The woman who couldn’t do anything because I couldn’t get out of bed. The woman that was easily triggered and couldn’t stand to hear my children laughing because the noise was to much. The woman that wasn’t the woman she knew she could and had to be. I cried in the bathroom, shaking, and couldn’t seem to catch my breath. My husband knew he couldn’t calm me.

The thing is, he kept this from me so it wouldn’t upset me during the meat raffle. He said that he seen that I was already under stress and wanted to make sure that I focused on the important matter at hand. I am entirely grateful for that. I’m pretty sire I would have lost my shit.

Now my question is: Can a spouse file a grievance through the union about this man having my husband fired? How do I pay for my doctors and medications?

I’m so scared. My husband helped cooking dinner and helping me find this time to write.

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