Everything is too much to handle right now.
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
Survivalism
My situation has so many interwoven and expansive complexities.
Sob Story
“Why is this happening to me?! I’ve been Good. I’ve worked hard. I’ve advocated for others and contributed…oh yeah…none of that “matters” to the forces that be…”
Less In A Day
But more effort.
Ire
It makes me angry to have people not help and then project their issues onto me.
I have my own to contend with!
(If I’d Been The One – 38 Special)
Unacceptable
A doctor should not shrink and take on a victim role when a patient is hurting and needing answers – especially if the patient has not done anything to elicit this.
Bulging
Inward pressure, outward bound.
The Delay Effect
At some point, all of the efforts that I have put into recovery have got to show as catch up to me.
Tangled Webs – Re: Research Process, Assessment Rant 7.28.24
(After Having TBI Reactivated During Summer)
Identifiable format, recognizable format.
These are things that make note taking complicated for me because the visual is getting overburdened by cross referencing between formatting in documents, sources, word descriptions.
It’s not smooth transitioning one thing to the next, as if having several pieces of paper on the table where you could place them side by side progressively.
Trying to emulate that on the computer, when every time I leave one screen to find another – say, working between several word documents – then the first one I was working on fricken’ disappears!
Like this updated Windows version, I guess it’s 2012/2013…as you move from one – or you go down there and you press the Word icon to see all of those Word documents you’re working on – you can highlight one, but in order to click it means you leave the other.
And there’s something about that appearing, reappearing, having to search for things over and over and over again, which is bogging my brain down.
So, for example, if I go to save an item, it’s not remembering where I just was – or even near where I was in the desktop folders.
It brings up the same fricken’ beginner start phase all over again.
“Save it to where we think automatically you want it saved, which is not clearly identifiable on the screen when it comes up? Or would you like to choose one of these items, such as Desktop, etc., Browse?”
Browse is the one you want to choose, ’cause if you click on Desktop, nothing really comes up if it’s this certain folder of Desktop vs. the folder – the little tiny folder on the left Desktop will take you to all of Desktop, which opens up a view, which does not have the complete view of everything.
So then you have to scroll, and then you have to find, and when you go to click on the one, it actually shifts everything over before it actually recognizes that you’ve clicked on one.
So when you go to double click to open up that one, by the time you’ve hit the second click, you’re actually positioned over a different folder.
So, it’s either clicking not enough to get to where you wanna go, or it’s clicking too much because you’ve gone too far – all relative to what the computer decides it wants to show you at any given space or time.
And I’m getting lost in these transitional zones.
I’m getting gummed up in these zones of repetition that are not being continuous to how my brain is actually functioning and trying to go on to those next levels vs. going over the old fundamental levels again and again and again!
It’s stopping my brain’s progress.
It’s making me go backwards.
And having to redo the basic fundamentals over and over and over again – which have nothing to do with the progression whereby I was proceeding and barely holding onto in its progression.
This is extremely vexing and makes me not want to do anything which engages the eyes, or the computer, or notetaking, or anything like that because it is becoming ten times as difficult, ten times as taxing – ten times as miring down what my brain is trying to get done.
And at that point, I don’t think it’s worth it!
I’d rather extrapolate.
You know – just-just have this list of resources that I’m going t hrough, and as I go through them, I want to pick out key points that matter and then I can make a reference.
But, if I’m not finding key points that matter, then I’m not gonna make a reference.
I’m just devouring the data, and that’s what I wanna do is I wanna devour the information, let my brain make some connections as it sees fit to.
But if nothing really stands out, I’m not gonna capture it and write about it.
So to have to go back and figure out, “OK, where did I do it? What did I link? What did I listen to?” over and over and over again when I’m already looking at these huge lists, which are not all one list – they’re this list in this email, and this list in this email, and then it’s this email attached to that email…
I mean, there’s just seemingly no way to make this simple.
It’s all bombardment of data identifying where to find something.
But by the time you’ve gone from one place to the next, you’re further down the rabbit hole, and to get back to where you first were is all these jogs and turns and…
I don’t want to get lost in the boggle of it!
(Trying to type the transcript to this recording today is again reactivating the TBI – Haha!)
(Unwritten – Natasha Bedingfield)
Counter Measures
I don’t know why my hip joints are twisting and seizing.
But I am indulging myself by obtaining more plants!
Chin Up
Like I said…
Walking Sticks
Gotta get my hips tracking correctly.
Aggrieved
I self isolate by choice because it gives space where imposed upon, yet I am around other people frequently.
(Papercut – Linkin Park)
Aggravated
I will no longer allow any kind of steroid shot. This last one exacerbated brain injury.
(Buy Me A Boat – Chris Janson)
Well…
The latest in joint twist-pinching compression pretty much sucks.
What Ails
It seems better to keep to my self while reclaiming lost ground and seeking healing.
Fluttery
Sometimes, the nerves of my fingers twitch in a subconscious cascade effect.
Reemergence
It almost makes no sense to me how more of my physicality is returning to the surface with summer, after almost a year of swimming in deep waters of absentia.
Hitting Boundaries
I was small before, but now I am tall.
So tall now that I exceed limitations of my injuries, which keep trying to hamstring me.
Validation
They found another torn muscle.
Something Neat
Maybe my being there at that time helped save others and gave a lesson where needed.
Concepts in higher meaning…
(Leave A Light On/Talk Away The Dark – Papa Roach)
Angst
At this point, I have no idea what I will do for work – or even how I can return to work!
Going To Extremes
It doesn’t matter, this rage-filled reaction to perceived injustice at being misidentified and mistreated, influenced by a migraine which is branching from post-accident injuries torsion-imbedding into on-fire synaptic references pinging unremittently inside my spinal cord, thoracic to cervical.
It Seems Crazy
That one rear-ending with precise element factors could cause so much internal damage.
Being Injured
Can make a person feel stupid and incapable.
(No Diggity – Blackstreet)
Mental
Is it pain?
Is it trauma?
Don’t want to feed
This brain haze llama.
Healing Can Feel Like This
(Panoramic View – Awolnation)
Night After Day
After giving to the world, it is a struggle to not shut down when I get home. There is no internal buffer balance – just an on and off switch, with grinding pain as a sublevel constant.
(Hanging On – Active Child)
Imposition
Searing pain surrounds parboiling eyes, melting down brain into wondering why I keep pushing and trying to cross superimposed barriers.
Holding Ground
Defending where I must; advancing where and when I can.
(One And Four, AKA Mr. Day – Jon Coltrane)
Hilarious Insanity
Regardless of the fact that I have brain trauma, people keep trying to run me in circles – so I’ve begun pushing back and letting them see the brain trauma.
Threats of Homelessness
Seeing them on the street, browbeaten women hunkered within awning nooks along downtown sidewalks, it frightens me to keep experiencing effects from the shove that insurance coverage severing my wage loss benefits has pressed upon me, when I have still been unable to work for income.
Quiver
Feeling the brain injury getting worse before it (hopefully) gets better.
(I Feel It In The Wind – Smith & Thell, Acoustic)
Not Alright
Externally presents;
Inside, unsettled.
Self-Determination
I chafe at having to “rely on the kindness of strangers.”
Quote from Blanche DuBois in A Streetcar Named Desire, starring Jessica Lange.
GRRR
When the heck are my nerves going to heal?
It’s almost been already a year!
(Venus – Bananarama)
Altered Ambulation
I no longer lift from quads when walking, but extend from the back of my legs as I slide-push forward, extending from glutes and lower hamstrings.
(Cough Syrup – Young The Giant)
Negative Reinforcement
At some point, traumatic response becomes the mainstay when circumstances keep conspiring.
