“It took forever with meticulous breaking down and re-reviewing every component – but I did it.
Brain quiver says, ‘Don’t you dare try another tonight.'”
“It took forever with meticulous breaking down and re-reviewing every component – but I did it.
Brain quiver says, ‘Don’t you dare try another tonight.'”
“I am on my 4th rough draft now because it’s all about placement of identification symbols – which identifying symbols (letters, shapes, icons, and associations) has been the main issue of my prior brain injury – now combined with blocked interpretive cognition from the concussion, as well as slight tremoring when trying to access fine to large motor skills.
I can literally feel my brain quivering from the normally minor strain of just trying to draw line measures straight, and then penning the symbols in proper spaces tries to for some reason bounce me around in tiny spacing.
Not sure how much I should be pushing to achieve progress, but how else can I regain anything?!”
“Regarding school by itself, I am trying to catch up with 70% completed by the 10th to gain an ‘Incomplete’ on both classes, which would allow me to gain an extension.
But my cognitive decoding of instructions, tasks, and then applications has slowed down to a third of what I had with prior brain injury.
I do not know if I can accomplush any of this seemingly simple sequential step-taking.
Just working on one assignment – granted, at 2:30am now in the morning – is straining my concussion.
But during the day, I am dealing with navigating phone calls, appointments, and searching for more survival resources.
And, I need help to decode and identify what my software applications class is asking functionally – which has been delayed all quarter even before the shower accident.
Yes, this is why I come here…
To have some belief that I am still capable.”
“I do not know the cure – but I can sense some when they lure…”
“I am supposed to believe that all of this hardship is leading to something better for me.”
(Insert maniacal cackling, here)
“My hands have full numbness-flash episodes, now…”
“Applying again for prospectively tapped-out resources.”
Too hot
Too cold
To meek
To bold
“5:55, 6:44, 7:33, 8:22…
What’s going on?
Why can’t I sleep?”
“After attempting more cleaning yesterday and then resting, getting up in the middle of the night finds me feeling a “V” shape of vector pain tip upward into arches of my feet into bottom of inner ankle – especially left where I put more weight.
This is from flexing while vacuuming and mopping slowly and carefully in a hunch-slump to protect my neck and distribute force across shoulder, hip, and back joints without over-engaging arms and legs.
So, basically, I pivot-rocked much over my feet, which were originally blasted in the car accident from pressing hard against brake and foot rest when the other car’s firce went through my body and legs from back to front of me out my feet, etc.
My feet have been “rolling” and phillage bone tendons turning on and off randomly when walking since then – which when combined with leg and above muscles and joints doing the same thing, makes walking a wholey different glide-managing-not-to-stumble mix-matched conundrum ride.
But this “V” sharp pain with numb throbbing distribution, though painful and weird-feeling, is new – suggesting that my arch curve tensility is at last beginning to redefine itself!”
Repost from October 2022
“As I turn to walk now, a puff of air goes into my shoe to my feet – officially declaring my always worn shoes have split.”
Repost from March 2022
“Feeling one’s brain shift around inside.”
(Ouch!)
Desiring a personal holiday
Despite barriers prohibiting
“I figured out where the paper clips were – and that I could use the pointy tip of one to clear out the hole of my incense holder so that I could insert another stick!”
“Concussion retriggered – but bedroom floor is vacuumed!”
Every nerve quivers to restore
Clean order peace to my place
But if I do, I won’t finish school
It’s clear that I’ve become a fool
To think that I can self regulate
These external impulses pulling
Internal focus away from center
Distracting by fritter-frettering
Not because I wish to self harm
But because I need my strength
To help clear out garage’s glut
Get extra furniture stored in it
To clean the messes in my yard
To restore bedroom high regard
To clean the bathroom walls
Where broken fan has failed
And to vacuum front rooms
Then mop/dust away gloom
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(Title of multiple meanings)
My hound has eaten the wood ends
Of the vintage designed coffee table
Because she has witnessed the others
Chewing on as ruining kitchen chairs
She has lost all reserve hollering
The others wear no bark collars
Anarchy reins supreme by family
Coming and going in own skeins
I have the honor of assisting
When arms want to overturn
Chaos, dirt, and mess by strength’s
Redetermination that I can’t access
Other dogs have access to my space
Where mine were denied for reasons
Other dogs tear apart the careful regard
My own had for our inclusive politeness
They all now bark shattering my sanity
Destroying and tracking as I can’t clean
Nor tread safely without bump-injury
In whirlwinds when attempt to leave
She had already been making certain decisions – so why did influences have to hard shove closed doors from those directions she was already leaving?
Craniosacral opening of spine, neck, and head light programming – Day1-2 post concussion
Enforced personal therapy trigger points all over head, neck, shoulders, back, and spine over several hours trying to unlock compression, free brain from suffocation, and reduce high-intensity inflammation pain – Day 1 evening
Osteopathic Manipulation doctor gentle realignment cuing – Day 4 post concussion
Meanwhile, daily gentle excercises at gym to reconnect joints, muscles, and spine stability
Light Neurofeedback to help brain firing restabilize and reclaim prior gains – Day 7
Frontal hematoma and swelling first major release, causing brain cavity internal adjustments with injury severe exposure pain in sudden, periodic major shifting that I do not think anyone should have to be consciously experiencung while it is happening! – Day 9
(***DO NOT TRY THIS ON YIUR OWN AT HOME – OMG LOL!***)
“Feeling the inside components of my skull shifting into better position as the fluid pressure released was excruciatingly painful and terrifying – especially when I sat up briefly and could taste the saline taint of lymphatic puss and blood from behind my throat passage as it drained.”
“I am being stripped of my abilities.”
“I think I put my best foot forward this quarter.
It isn’t my fault that I was sabotaged by accumulated cleanser slickery and lack of shower bars.”
I need to calm my shakey system…
“To shame, disregard, and mistreat a patient in honest need?”
There is no sunnyside up when
More mistreatment in “society”
The silver lining being no bleeding
And deeper bonding with children
The paramedics, except one, did not want to take her seriously.
And right when they arrived at the hospital’s exchanging, her being felt that she was not being transferred into safe keeping.
Immediately, the intake male nurse disregarded the pain and difficultties that she was having.
He made her further hurt herself by refusing to help her reattempt on her own to get into the wheelchair in his disregard’s treating her inhumanely.
Until she refused to try anymore until they brought someone who had any decency.
An older woman arrived, and for no provocation they’d also brought security.
The older woman stepped in front of her and to the right – and then the patient could grip and position herself where they wanted her to be.
The older woman hummed softly as she pushed her to a room where she could lay down again to manage the pain and imbalanced fluid exchange.
A brief blessing of kind compassion that help her reorient and keep trying to self stabilize.
It was a room reserved for mental patients, with cameras and a lockable closing door, where she could hear the nursing staff loudly joking at the ER station and one later said after she pressed the help button – “As if there isn’t someone down the way who is actually dying!”
At that point, she got help to call her eldest, because they didn’t seem to care or believe that she was dealing with brain trauma.
And while she was waiting, she finally began recording how loud and irreverent they were all being generally, irregardless of the fact people were there, hurt and dying.
They must’ve seen and heard her on the cameras, etc., because suddenly the noise got quieter.
And once her eldest arrived, they became more respectful and her eldest helped advocate for another scan against the doctor’s resistance to ensure that the sudden onset of symptoms did not include further risk from hemoraging.
‘Please take me to a different hospital if needed in the future,’ she requested to her eldest at the end.
Nothing like being confused and terrified with people making it worse by refusing to help as gaslighting.”
“Honestly…
I liked how I was before the accidents.
But I can try to still be some forms of me despite them.”
“No bleeding, yet my own discovery that inflammation also serves to cushion injury – so that when fluids suddenly drain, abrupt changes in presssure in and around the brain can cause various system disregulations, includimg more pain.”
“Standing up and feeling nausea as my legs turn purple and weight floods my solar plexus.
Help!
I think I’m going into shock.
Lying back down to try and let waves passover me…
This sucks!
“My face is breaking out with impact blotches.
Internal bruising filtering its way to the surface?
I guess this is a good sign – meaning that the dense forehead trauma is trying to break up and alleviate internal pressure.
But its effects look like a type of subtle liver splotching swelling on my face.
Come on, Crone!
Give me a fu**ing break!
“I have been trying to figure out why my several, strong attempts to stop my flipping fall head first into the shower wall that Friday night failed and, instead, resulted in increasing momentum each time gripping moist hands hit the wall.
Usually, fiberglass-like plastic will have a dry squeek traction that one can engage with once out of the direct water’s flow – even with damp hands.
But, instead, a sequence of expounded upon slippery compounding effects resulted, assuring my impacting doom.
Then, yesterday, a friend reminded me that the cleanser used in hotel bathrooms is a spray that they wipe over the surfaces and never have time to rinse off.
I remember this being true from my own past experiences of when I briefly tried working in different hotels, but did not take the jobs because it was a thematic that management expects cleaners to cut corners for quick room turnovers.
So layers of this spray accumulate, and with no traction provided on the tub floor or bars on the wall for maintaining stability, the situation is a ticking time bomb scenario for an accident to happen.
I also noticed after being moved to a room with bars in the bathroom after the accident that those shower walls were also flexible.
So, great…
Flexible walls saved my life by providing some bounce to my head and shoulder impacts – instead of cracking with force into a hard surface – but slickery walls without bars was a set up to cause someone damage in the first place.
And I just happened to get the ‘luck of the draw’ that evening.”
In this quiet, we belong to each other
Yet in the ‘real world,’ we are far apart
Until I feel you then, too, permeating
What madness pervades my senses
Causing such desires blooming
Without ability to touch you?