It was suggested that I not say I am injured.
WT-?
It was suggested that I not say I am injured.
WT-?
When insurance pulled its 3rd party exam sham to abruptly cut of my financial support, I knew any time for retraining was pushed to ending.
So I jumped into more classes than I should have due to my injuries in order to gather as many marketable skills to put under my belt as I could.
Being an optimist, even though I began flailing under the increased performance intensity of networking to keep our housing and increasing to four days of classes and travel, I hoped this could rebuild my functional capacities.
But “lo and behold” my “crashing and burning!”
Injury symptoms have drastically worsened and I have to drop classes to respond to my body’s warnings.
The hope in all of this is that since I fought and created room for the extra classes against external pressures, if I can hold this space I might still finish my certificate.
What quiet?
There is no quiet – only noise.
Chattering and yammering while pulling from too many directions.
Handing over the reigns to someone “more skilled” does not feel self empowering despite delegation of responsibilities.
Switching between them rapidly can feel like having multiple personalities.
There are advocates and kind people.
There is a brush-on application medicine now being used in dental offices that helps interrupt rapid decay.
She was offered to preview a mentor’s script, and she had to give no promises.
“I’m not sure if I can – quite literally – but I want to very much!”
A sense of rage that boils blood
And eventually leads to rebellion.
After the agency disqualified her by the same documents they had used to qualify her for services, they came back and said that if she gave up her career focus dreams and became another cog in the system, then they would help her with Speech Therapy.
I keep doing the same “workout,” willing my components to reconnect and reboot.
At least before, I could go out and bring in my own money.
I have no choice but to withdraw from most of my retraining courses.
I name you thus!
Now stop making me so darn dizzy and dis-co-ord-i-nat-ing!!!
So fun how their poisoning makes the trembling nerve misfiring worse!
I know what and how it all happened and am experiencing effects of the injuries, but it is difficult to gain others’ cooperation to look for and find what I “see.”
Your hypothalamus, a structure deep in your brain, acts as your body’s smart control coordinating center. Its main function is to keep your body in a stable state called homeostasis. It does its job by directly influencing your autonomic nervous system or by managing hormones.
https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/body/22566-hypothalamus
For as much as I am reaching out and overextending to keep and make more connections, I am retreating ever deeper inward, farther away from the Light.
Maybe the Light is actually comprised of darkness, combusting and regenerating, sparking its emittance at such a high rate that we do not see its core is the source.
The lady said as she signed off from our phone call, forgetting she was speaking to someone struggling to keep her family housed.
Done with trying to accomplish.
As she slipped and fumbled
To regain ground lost to her,
Demons grasped to prevent
Her escaping their influence.
I am bardly hanging on to my retraining studies, and feel my tenuous grip slipping.
Dizzyness akin to being flushed down a toilet and wondering where I’ll end up at out the other side.
It is very difficult for me to allow someone other than myself to control the helm, for I have been the captain that I can count on.
But can you fall gracefully?
Some doctors say “yes,” and some say “no.”
Either you are injured or “it’s all in your head” depending on where you go.
They say that “Life is out to get us.”
From what I’ve experienced, it’s people.
Nature has always been kind to me.
Why is it not enough to have given as I have, and why is more blood price demanded?
The more it squeezes, the harder I push.
Five months, man…five months I’ve been waiting for that Speech Therapy!
I am starting to misplace, misidentify numbers
Yesterday, while applying for clothing asssistance, I forgot my phone number when time to write it on the application.
I just stared at the page, drawing a mental blank when trying to bring up its imagery.
When the kind assistant read back the number to me for confirmation, I had to laugh – flustered – and confess that this was the first time this was happening.
I couldnt “see” in my mind the number was correct – that place that says “yes” in thought was just an empty room in my middle brain.
All I had was a hint of whispering memory at the forefront of my brain that led me.
Object identification regarding shapes and number relations creates visual tangling and brain into limb shutdown response.
This is why I need Speech or other therapy.
The effect has been worsening since I ramped up classes dealing with programs and equipment details in an effort to gain as many skills as possible before forced to stop.
Adding to this, I have ramped efforts into career search and networking on my own, so no wonder I’m hitting gaps in thinking.
Further, my brain was switching phone number digits this morning while noting voicemail message details.
Now my hearing is mistranslating!
My brain needs time to rest and recover, but I am not sure how to find apace to grant it.
“We can help you over here! Oh wait, we can’t.”
“How’s that tiny needle apurature snugging as you try to pass through it, mein camel?”
Vocational Rehabilitation can not work with me and give me services of Speech Therapy because I have not been cleared for work.
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Hee! Hee! Hee!
As usual – it’s up to my own innovating.
I would like to force them all back with a flick of my wrist and a huge blast radius.
I could gather energy as unassailable intelligence and eradicate assaulting targets.
“I’m going to have to go with Wrath,” retaliated Mal to the Operant in the movie Serenity.
But I can feel these puppet string reactions pulling at me from their various directions.
“If you believe in morality and justice, you must act or be discounted – fight or flee.”
How do I just wiggle out of these traps and follow the moon and sun until I am free?
Having chosen a path less traveled where tools are given by button pressing (though traumatic brain injury gets in the *&@#<% way of comprehending ease of use for functionality), this wily mouse is on the scent for something other than the usual entrapment of cheese while quivering from the “experiments” done to her body.
As long as I deal with the insurance company on my own, they will talk with me and offer a pittance resolution if I sign off any further claims and ignore their willful harm to me.
If I get a lawyer, I must sign all control over to him to represent me, but the process will take longer, and as of yet, he has not explained what I get in return for relinquishing.
I would like to have a third option, one that lifts me safely and securely from this scene.
One agency says they do not believe I am injured – using this claim to cut off support.
Another agency says that they cannot help me because I cannot yet return to work.
The one to help with retraining says they can’t help until my doctor releases.
The agency to help due to medical needs says “again ask the other agencies.”
I had asked for help in my past situation.
I now have to work with methods given.
It can tear a person apart.
Luckily, I am used to it.
People given unchecked autority
Who should not be given authority
When they have used it to cause harm
Should not have any rank in my own head
Aftecting long after their presence.has fled.
This is part of the tangled brain’s system.
Difficulty is ikely due to nerve compression.
This makes it hard to navigate career retraining data collection / interpretation.
Doing the work, itself, is not the problrm.
And yet, the extreme vexation from visual overload and brain mis-signaling is vexing.
Which burns limited tolerance capacities.
As no therapy yet has addressed the overstretched support tissues surrounding my nerves and I am still denied boon of receiving help from neurology specialists, I have embarked upon my own form of torture therapy.
I have cushioned, rubber flip flops that are firm enough in the surface area of my thongs to rock my imbalance all over the place, causing my limb and torso muscles to shake and wuiver and my vertigo to swing extreme range.
Well…
Even though this alarmingly increases nerve compression and resultant referential numbness spreading, what else can I do while waiting and deadlines keep crushing?
But not built to quit.
It’s actually quite funny how everyone keeps expecting that I can still do everything.
Even I still keep pushing to make “the impossible” happen.