“I’ve hurt myself from today’s workout.
I can barely do anything, now, without reinjury!”
“I’ve hurt myself from today’s workout.
I can barely do anything, now, without reinjury!”
“I need to apply for longterm help, and it feels like I have done something terrible.
Like I took a very wrong turn, somewhere.
And I can’t go back to change anything – only forward.
I didn’t make any of these injuries happen.
Neither accident was my fault, and I fought back bracedly both times to resist their happening.
So why am I having to pay the price for others’ laxity?
Why is my reward relegating me to dependency?”
Another aspect of injury is that
My body tires quickly standing
Impact damage
Downgradation
Makes me want to
Scream in rebellion
I have three brain injuries now
Original, new, and combined
Did I say this?
Have I said this?
The walls are thicker
Behind closing doors
After the concussion
My arms became weak
My hands and face had
Increased numb patterns
Body and limb discoordination
Was knocked back into tailspin
Neck instability meant any movement
Upon elliptical pulled on brain injury
So now I do even less at the gym
To allow myself to try to catch up
I need to get back into
Previous yoga-pilates
But it was not safe to
After the car accident
So it’s hard to believe
Strength will recover
Although time’s passing
Says to do now not later
As my body resettling
Moves to new “normal”
It brings to the surface
Support tissue atrophy
When lying upon a shoulder
Things sink where shouldn’t
Causing destabilizing strains
To bone attachment structure
Going into third year of recovery’s
Recurring negative enforcements
—
(Title of multiple meanimgs)
“We are pretty dissatisfied in this current predicament.”
When my grandparents finally rested,
They either gave up & chose to die or
Stayed in bed for the rest of their lives
Being unable to work
Dependent on systems
Has very much sucked as
I prefer self determination
“Being unable to work flies into the face of the American Dream.”
I’ve got nothing to strive for
No more umph in my motor
I always had manifestation
As my high-driving priority
Even if I had to wait
I knew it was there
I could feel it’s pressence
Just like I feel you, my love
It’s very discouraging after all of that
To find myself flat-stopped, diverted
No more climbing
No more aspiring
Because I’m just
So damn hurting
Nothing seems attainable anymore
It’s just slipping through my fingers
Sanity
“It becomes more clear that my neck, shoulders, and spine have become more destabilized since the concussion accident as muscles torque-torsion into spasmed misalignments carrying loads that they weren’t meant to be hoisting.”
“I was not responding well as of today from the concussion when getting other people’s help as they were pressuring.
I was either dealing with their trying to be time efficient and going in too many directions at once – spinning me in circles – and/or wasting my time, etc..”
“Can you self regulate?”
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(Re the maelstrom that descends when engaging resource acquisition processes due to brain injury)
“I now have two kinds of brain injury – and boy, let me tell you how fun this is navigating the shattered internal stratosphere!”
—
(Title reference to movie Highlander and the struggle to reclaim primary power)
“My eldest assures me that I still have time to live a wonderful life, and that we just need to find more healing answers.”
I had pushed through hardships
Carrying too much tension that
Was supposed to find release and
Began to right before car accident
My asking for an intervention was
Seeking help from the stress load
Not requesting next level struggles
Which now concussion compounds!
But hey, hey what can I say – it’s not
Like I had things I still wanted to do
(Wait – I did!)
And true, true I was tired from youth but
I didn’t want vital energy taken from me!
(How rude!)
I’m still going forward because I endure
But I’m more frustrated now by burdens
Making it even harder to create income
Let alone walk with confidence in smile
And the worst part is that there
Seems to be no getting beyond it!
I can’t afford effects of the ride by
Taking drugs, drinks, or medication
That would cause any imbalance in
How I manage emotional currents
Because I am still captaining my ship
With people dependent upon strength
If I break down during financial hardships
The wreckage would become unavoidable
So therefore I do not have the ‘luxury’ of
Being someone who has ‘medical needs’
“There is nothing different available to me than what I have already been doing on my own to recover from the original car accident injuries.”
“The PA told me that basic concussions easily take 4-6 weeks for recovery, but can take much longer if more severe – especially if compounding prior brain injury.
Looks like I am in the latter category, as school and extra pursuits are no longer an option at present.”
“Over and over and over again…”
“DO THIS.”
(nerves quiver)
“I am supposed to believe that all of this hardship is leading to something better for me.”
(Insert maniacal cackling, here)
The general plan I had was that
I’d return to work in December
Having completed first stages of
Retraining adding to foundations
I accessed every limited resource
Using momentum’s gain to launch
Got smacked back down – literally
Now nearly 2 1/2 more years of loss
“Applying again for prospectively tapped-out resources.”
“I feel like a,complete and utter failure.”
My life is a broken frame
Barely supporting vision
Being unable to work
Or contribute as I did,
One could think that I
Now have more luxury
But there is little rest nor
Peace of mind struggling
And pain’s compression
Prevents music progress
“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!”
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.”
“I don’t know how to recover from this accident, except to go slower while experiencing more neural twitching – and to keep doing what I have been doing.
But the resources are even thinner now, and all I can do is keep trying to show up, even with further diminished capacity.
Yeah…
My kids and I have had to have the talk.
‘If I end up in a home because my system crashes, don’t give up on me – please make sure that I am getting the right therapies for recovery.
And if I am ever in a coma, don’t give up on me.
I am in here, trying to reroute the wiring.'”
“Fresh damage from the shower accident.”
“I must know that I am good enough – even though I do not feel that I am good enough.
It is harsh to keep having what few externals that I had felt proud of exhibiting being taken away.”