Comedy, 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

Are You Kidding Me?!

I had, of course, worried that the 3rd party doctor would claim some biased reason to discount my current inability to work – especially since she refused to perform the neurological assessment duties that I, my main doctor, and even my insurance company had requested and thought she was going to do.

But no.

Her eyes had glazed over during my interview and she seemed distracted and agitated when I told her my after-car accident current symptoms that I have been working diligently to have identified and  strategies of rehabilitation formulated.

She was not interested and responded lacklusterly, telling me vaguely that she was not allowed to assess me for these things.

Then, her eyes lit up alive and she became animated when I told her of the many physical traumas that I have had since childhood and outgrew and overcame.

I stated these honestly because I was required to, and proudly because these have been previous “wars that I have won” and was very functional afterwards despite of.

After performing a brief exam that any walk- in clinic would offer after first shrugging her shoulders and indicating by body language and slight comment that it was useless and wouldn’t matter, her 16 page I-am-sure-templated-report did not dispute that I could not currently work – but that the accident was not the cause of my current inabilities!

What-what-what?! the warbling dodo bird comedian sqwuaks at this ridiculous claim in the face of all actual evidence that has been given.

The cascade of allowed and unchecked resultant destabilizing force from this claim has put all of my rallying defences under the gun.

Comedy, Hyde's Bride, Songs

“As I Like It”

Contemporary Show Tune
By Athena Stairs
December 18, 2023

I like not having to be perfect
For some guy who’s not worth it

I can walk with a swagger
And not care for the latter

I can look upon my face
Without any makeup splatters

I like being in my own body
With my own choice to be good or naughty

Escuse as I digress
My hair it is a mess

And in my middle age
I can be haughty

I like having freedom of expression
Without going to a counseling session

I can say what I like
Without worrying if it’s right

I don’t need your help
I’ve got my own critic

I like when I get up in the morning
There’s nobody to tell me I’ve been snoring

I don’t have to cower down
For worrying that you’ll frown

At any imperfection
Where you’re looking

I like saying no to the callous
Men who seek the prize of my chalice

You can go away
It’s sunny out today

I don’t need you to compete
With my prowess

I like being happily expressive
It’s so much finer than to be quite pensive

Forgive me if I’m proud
When there’s no one around

I don’t need your vote
My life is kind of nifty

I like being totally chaotic
I get to play and be my own methodic

I can flit to and fro
Wherever I may go

In grandiose
I almost feel bionic

I like being subtly distractive
I realize now no other way I can live

So get out of my way
I’ve got something to say

Though I pine for love
I guess it’s time I shelf it!

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A spontaneously created show tune that I came up with one day to help offset the pressures to conform as a woman in today’s society.

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Comedy

Agony

A form of it, having mopped and cleaned the back end of our house after two months of avoiding due to accident.

Today, I am paying for it with nerves flaring and tendons stick-twitching.

It might be worse, tomorrow., due to delayed effects as come with physical activity.

Nothin’ like being fried by synaptic overstim haze!

(This could be categorized as black comedy…)