Doc GM
Working Putting Together A Recycling Program in My Community, Improving The Present System As It Stands Now
I am on the go with my tools, working communication lines with my Bourgh 311, Municipal Government, along with my Member of the National Assembly in Quebec City, through telephone and emails. Trying to improve Monrteal's garbage pick up with the Team of Unionized Essential Service City Employees, while I consult as an Engineering Technician to make our city more eco-friendly. Repairing some items after washing them down with bleech, trying to make the community within its self more eco-friendly and neighbourly. With the area I am trying to work, which I would work from a map, using a strip of road property fronts and municipal bins, paid for mining rights of garbage, thus being registered and kicking into City budget for required paper work and all, around an enhanced recycling program. I am after a way to buy this mining licence from my Bourgh Office, registering with Fire Department and all. while working the building bins on my map, doing Team Work with Municipal Garbage Trucks on route. I put together a pallet from recycled wood with my tools and have it loading up with recycable large packaging boxes. What I did was not right by municipal laws for stock piling materials, while waiting for my guy with his truck. He has been down with covid and trying to recover. I pulled some text books from city bins that are worth $600, by Internet searches, I may have a student interested in them!
The month of May has really been passing fast, over the hill and gaining speed like the old saying goes. Doing more and more work with steel toe shoes on my feet. My General Praticianor wanted me to get in a gym, for the work out to help my bone densisty situation. Trying to get many things under control while working with what Quebec deems a CLSC Mental Health Team, to ensure I succeed with the skills I gained over the years, along with Canadian schooling, while trying to strive for less of a State hand out. As I survive and pay taxes with my company, hence building my Quebec pension plan. To even selling my logo when too old or in need of special elder medical care.
It was sad what went on around me, the hospital not believing my story over media attention. In angure and fustration, my Internet presence went over board, yea the suppression while I was being told my media association was delusional, and testafied as such in Court....I went nuts and a lot needs cleaned up with help from someone, just who and why am I still alone for the most part. With the few good people I have around me, seemingly to be more of at a distance, like my Social Worker I am trying to get on my side for the Courts and my treatment plan in mental health, which is dictated by a Psychiatrist and the Courts. While I have no say in the matter. I guess the Psychiatrist will say, I am hallucinating on the news that mental health does not know how to handle individuals that come from uniform background, my story is exactly that! What I did with a keyboard with being mistreated in mental health, thank God I was never around a gun, my penmanship over suppression became my unjust weapon!
Sometimes it is hard to get a person to listen and then implementing improvements to the social safty net, I was always on my own for the greater part of my life, now the system around me has broken and over worked as it is, what my life has become as a mental health consumer at the age 62. I have been dragged through the Courts unduly, for what reason I was not to be believed, but deemed delusional for a period of time when I was not, that lead to me having an angure problem. Like many that once wore a uniform and lost every thing to mental health. When the mental health system would not believe my stripes of success as an Engineering Technician/Artist Writer out of uniform. Did I ever really leave what was in me from my training in uniform. I remember as a child during the Veitnam war, our family was visiting the United States, and an older man gave me an fifty cent piece, saying I reminded him of his son over in the Veitnam war. It was always a special thought instilled in me. I am medicated more and even find it hard to maintain writing abilities. I am emotionally dying at the hands of a psychiatric chemical treatment plan, forced on me by the Courts, that makes me feel like shit in the heat, along with other side effects. How do I write about this, I know too much much type thing .... or write science and engineering with a twist to the science of theology.
