Category: 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

“Pretty much for the entirety of working to recover from the car accident, I have avoided medications.

But once the impact’s swelling of the concussion hit, taking a routine combo has been key to my regaining any progress traction.”

“Pulling out of one surpasses extreme levels of difficulty.”

“I am beginning to be able to feel my anterior neck muscles, again…”

“I am getting better at catching random objects in my functional environment before they fall after being knocked, but there is no cure for the witch hazel bottle squeeze-spilling out at the base of its cap where its design should have prevented, every time I tip the bottle to use it.”

“‘You don’t have to be strong all of the time…’

Oh, yeah?

Where’s my help?

All of the dishes get dirty by others after I’ve washed them – already hurting myself;

I’m doing cross-country terrain navigating regarding just my house even – through, around, and over hurdles with torn hips and ligaments screaming upon lifting and landing;

And no matter the efforts I put into anything, if I don’t keep up momentum, everything immediately spirals or crashes into diminished returns.

I am on my own, here – literally, IT’S ALL UP TO ME.

So kiss my a** – why don’t-cha?

Or step up and help me move this ever-sinling/capsixing ship of my life thing!”

“I have difficulty getting anywhere ‘on time.”

(The clock and brain injury)

“Hm…

Even my arms are turning purple, today.

Penitence for having fun, ‘for once.'”

When she got up early the next morning to use the bathroom, she looked down and noted that her ankles and feet were turning purple.

She shouldn’t be surprised, though, due to how much she had danced through swelling – and she had felt proud to be at least briefly well coordinated.

Early in, she became frustrated with the DJ’s modality because as soon as he finally got into a good beat, he’d snatch it away again with minor interlude transitional meandering.

Once she figured out the pattern and had several songs yanked out from under her, she decided that it was time to stop pushing her injuries beyond their tolerances in her rare persuit of having some dancing fun.

“I’m not sure how to address it, because it is due to parasympathetic system disruptions resulting in lymphatic swelling.”

“During the concussion accident, the prior car accident’s resultant bulging disc zone took whip-crack force impact twice immediately successively – and did not budge fomm either direction, despite weight and momentum.

No wonder there is stenosis.

My neck is trying to fuse as overcompensation for this injury and continued cervical and spinal instabilities.”

(Title of multiple meanings)

A reminder to not miss one’s workout.

About to attend another retraining, she knew that due to her concussion, she would barely be able to preview the material, if at all, before workshops commenced.

The best that she could do at this time would be to show up and absorb the practice experience – leaving further indepth study for when she’d begin to integrate techniques into her practice.

“As the captain of yet another ark filled with so many inhabitants which are now under my protection’s jurisdiction as I, myself, am required to now travel abroad to work for reparations despite my own injuries – and with very little help from anybody – I now declare this floating overflowed zone as lacking for recepetion of any company!”

Accompanying comments and explicative noises.

Counting them, one by one, to be able to perform.

Too confident from reduced inflammation’s pain caused her to miss two cycles of medication.

Allowing time and space for fragments to find her and reassemble.

Adding onto her load quickly and praying that somehow she could take on the weight.

She had to stop the injuries from preventing her making income.

Immediately.

So hurt, pissed off, bruised – and pushing back.

Our last date extension
To come up with funds

“Please at least give me one where I can be comfortable.”

It is extremely alarming (and hard to manage not over-reacting) to be unable to pay for my bills or housing.

Falling gently backward against something at an odd angle placed irregularily.

Ever since the concussion, she could not find comfort, and her heart would jolt her wide awake when in certain positions desperate for sleeping.

She had not done her usual workout routine yesterday, so now came the migraine torsion.

Her frame, planking, beams, and knees creaked and ached like timbers of a ship as she groaned, trying without success to take a small nap.

As she took a drink of water in the gray and spilled some down her shirt.

Time for bed, again, as circulation quivered.

Could fasting and giving blood for labs days ago still be the cause of this imbalance?

No, No, No!

She had worked to get this far today – and now needed to make progress!

Was it her brain?

Her muscles?

Her heart?

What was going on?!

She could feel how weak her structural stability was.

Did this mean that systems were coming back online?

Was it yet safe to start adding other exercises to rebuild the muscles?

Was there enough reactivated core matrices for them to build upon?

“These accidents have taken away my ability to do anything!”

(In her mind throwing objects at walls, doors, and windows while screamimg hellfire at them to break them down.)

“Even if I can only do one or two things per day to advance my regaining stability, this is still valuable.”

“I haven’t been able to do most of my shoulder and hip restabilizing exercises since the concussion because when I try, doing them increases since then strained cephalic pressure.”

There were things that she needed to do, but all of them were draining.

She thought that she was getting up…but then, she wasn’t.

Much like the prow of her ship from past collisions, her hip and shoulder were twisted from recent effort to swab the deck.