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

There’s A Tingling Numbness

“The medical specialist told me that if I had any new symptoms that I should get back to him.

What – like the new dividing, tingling numbness between philanges in my foot that indicate that the lower spine injury you’ve been asserting is not as severe is actually as bad as I’ve been saying?!”

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

Experimentation

“I am beginning to try adding a few more select machines to my workout routines with the focus of reactivating muscle attachment strength to regain secured joint pliability.

But the response is serious if I ‘get it wrong.’

For example, when in the past I tried quads and hams, the quad portion activated muscles pulling too hard on anterior hip joint tearing = no more quad machine.

Recently, I tried modifying the leg press, including calves, by focusing on smooth alignment stability transference through slow movement up and down.

But this resulted in too much pressure across my knees the next day, which I attempted to counter by adding hams to stabilize the pressure load all around the knees more evenly.

Now I know that if I use the leg press, I need to decrease how low I go and be sure to finish with hams to balance.

Similarly, I tried the free-floating arms pec machine to get at posterior upper rotator cuff weakness from that ttorn muscle deactivation, thinking a little pec activation following would balance.

But while targeting the pec zones to support was a good plan, the followup balancing activation needed for me is actually the bar pressing machine having shoulders pushing upward.”

Poetic Musings, 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

I’m Still Here

I don’t like having
To identify with TBI

Or having to carefully tread
To avoid ripping further thigh

It angers me to be relegated to
Thin grip working puppet shints

But even as I’m discoordinated
I’ll pursue aspirations initiated

Back when I could do most things
Because inside, I am still here.

Poetic Musings, 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

Force Of Habit

Mine is leaning into pain
Fighting needs to scream

As if this resistance
Makes me stronger

Without taking drugs
Or standard escapism

What would you have me do?
Bow down to ripping spasms?

No – I will keep battling through
Tangle-snarls and deep chasms

Because I don’t belong here, you see?
This is temporary insanity’s passing

And memories of a former me
Calling and wailing as evolving

Maybe I am crazy to be striving
When should lay down, let it be

But if I gave in to despair
Then I would lose dreams

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

Not So, The Benefit

It was commented to me upon describimg my healing therapies to another practitioner that it must be wonderful that I can perform these techniques upon myself to further my own healing.

But this isn’t the case because the type of damage I experienced blasted apart nerve and fascial fibers throughout my body, and even my muscles feel on constant edge of further separation-tearing.

No one has ever described these kinds of injuries before that I know of.

It’s as if parts of me just bamphed into another reality upon impact, leaving ghost remnants in zone patches in the present, and the rest of me is trying to pull itself back together while those blast zones keep glitching and phasing.

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

It Is The Strangest Thing…

“I already tended to elders, watching them whither in their later years.

I already witnessed vitality of adult youth taken much too soon and experienced caretaking a half life barely being lived.

Now as death surrounds me of beloved companion familars, I experience myself further caught in-between realms.

Nerve-endings painfully screaming, high energy sizzle-crackling at frayed synaptic tips.

Torn joints and muscle fibets struggling to reconnect while disconnecting defensively in response to every attempted movement’s overstim.

Spinal cord compressions tensing from contorting, weakened fascial tissues and shorting out my system struggling to keep producing any beneficial productivity.

I am just describing the microcosm of the seemingly unrelenting, next-level personal hell I keep fighting against to push it back behind daily consciousness to just breath and exist in any given moment.

I am living what is a preamble to a type of aging functional decay, while masking and doing my best to simulate walking and normal interactions.

I swear – there better be a HUGE payoff down the line for this painful continuum’s suffering.

I keep living my life fragmented, out of step with the normal patterns of time’s unfolding.”

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

TBI Woes

I don’t like traumatic brain injury.
It makes office work more complicated than it should be.
Add to this if the internet needs reconfiguring.
Or if the file components to be accessed are distributed between two systems.
There are things needing to be upgraded and new projects to get out the door.
But now, everything requires more effort than before.

Reclamation, 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

It Shifted!

Not only had her hip been torn, but she could feel that it had been jammed,  stuck and twisted deep into the wrong position, which made every step’s pressure unpredictably and randomly excruciating.

But this evening when laying on her side, weight against that side, she let that leg stretch-slide down just so – and felt a pain-pinching, suction-schlurp shifting in the joint system, as if the joint head were at last repositioning!

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(Good Life – Elderbrook, Hotel Room Session #36)

The sun and the moon, toes in the sand, waiting for the sun to rise and the tide to roll in…yeah, give me the good life.

Omg, I just realized…this song was posted on the very day of my car accident, after I had “asked” for an “intervention” to place me on track for ‘the good life.”

A strange and painful way for me to be assisted in jumping tracks…but I am on my way…