A Woman's Plight, Altered States, The Shower Accident 11/14/25

Momentary Reprieve

“I beat back upon the pain last night to early morning hours from so many angles, and ot finally backed off so I could sleep around 4 or 5am.

The head impact compression distributed into flanged and twisted head and neck bone attachments down into right shoulder deep imbedment, as well as brain swelling inflammation  was hard to counteract without ice or medication.

OMG – everything was swollen and not happy!”

A Woman's Plight, Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Some Great Reward

She had not thought of the consequences to herself for bracing against the incoming car’s impact – only that she was in a split second outraged and defiant in her refusal to let the man’s short-sightedness use her and her vehicle as inadvertent means to harm anyone around her.

(Title is also the name of a Depeche Mode album)

A Woman's Plight, Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense, Where Demons Tread

StarLight

“The pressures of the years rapidly increasing from the accident’s fallout have produced pronounced silver strands to either side of my cheek bones – which I always thought would be cool, but the Crone is definitely getting to drink her fill.”

A Woman's Plight, Altered States, Where Demons Tread

Dear Friend,

“Where is the room for courtship and romance?

Is it enough of a start to have spoken our shared truths at distance?

I wore a mask today to protect my fellow healer students.

But doing so overheated my brain and recycled whatever I was fighting off so now I feel feverish.

So if, for example, we were to meet this evening, my instincts would be to turn you away to protect you.

Or…

The only other option would be to invite you in where we would instantly (hopefully) succumb to sleep together – and I would likely infect you.

Are we allowed to just cross that line and fall into natural rhythms together?

Why do I feel like I’ve always known you – as though we are tethered?”