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

“Tracking time, waiting for when help can come for final moving.”

“In coordination is getting better.”

“Lifting the leftover metal twin frame and carry-angling it from another bedroom into my room to get my bed off of the floor.

The compression twisting and throbbing pain is deep and sharo in my lower spine, flaring to hips – but I couldn’t keep struggling to get up from the ground.”

Lying back upon a stainless steel cylinder originally intended for use as a tall but lean coffee mug, I pressed its immovable form into grooves of my lower spine and ribs at different angles and leveraged the tension created in attempts to better understand the patterns of torsion twistimg created from the car accident’s impact.

At ‘ground zero’ where the car’s force first connected, if trigger point zones are pressed in certain ways my anterior hip attachments – and even the muscles along the insides of my arms – can be relaxed, moved into, and extend for a moment.

It’s like my whole body has been stuck in a retraction reaction pattern drawn inward to the core from longterm spiral compression.

“I think to myself, how did things not hurt before the accident?

Back when tissues maintained internal structure – instead of crossing over boundaries into pulling on discs, joints, nerves, and vessels – just trying to sleep on ny side?”

“The nerve pain is now traveling, defining itself in ways beyond extremes of before.

This is a 6-day work week for me.

From nothing post concussion and needing to be minimal still post accident – to beyond max, immediately.

It’s expected of me if I am to survive what’s happen8ng.

I am not sure how long I can hold before I implode.”

“With hard-jumping back into work again and activating head-slam-injured muscles, new and strong tingling across shoulders and down through and onto tops of hands, as well as deep spinal torque-compression, indicate necessity.”

She had jumped back into service working five days a week.

And on the third into fourth took on damage, with the fifth…

“Busting through barriers like a bronco careening forward at speed, trying to out-distance self damage.”

“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.