“What is a life like?
Distant brief memories taunt as haunt.”
“What is a life like?
Distant brief memories taunt as haunt.”
“‘Brings down the walls of pride,’ state lyrics from a religious song.
‘Middle fingers in the air,’ if that’s the type of god we must endure – giving me more and more crisis to bear (all of us, for that matter).
No ‘free will’ kept promises, here – just mixed-messaging lashes and unconsentual bondage.”
“And I hate what I’ve become, every time I wake up.”
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(Sleep Token lyrics)
“I don’t really see how it’s functionally possible for me to ‘be with’ anybody.
I’m struggling around so many factors.
Ahhh-hahaaaaa…”
Even though her ship was taking on water
She knew it would hold if she managed it
Long enough to get the others to safety
Yet even though she knew their plight
Having survived her own as parent
It still hurt she’d be left stranded
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(Paragraph lools like the prow of a ship :D)
“Once again, construction site low, high intensity rumbles are taking place next to my home with rarity in stopping as tractors plow and reshape the landscape.
Last year is was one lot, and now another.
The waves hit harder through the body.”
“I don’t like needing to ride in the wheel chair through the vast hospital halls, but it is kind of fun to be wooshed along.
Though it’s best if I have my sunglasses on so that other people can’t see that I’ve been crying.”
“As good as this one diverts the pain, it makes my tissues swollen.
I’m looking for a cure – not more alterations.”
“I greatly dislike that effects of the injuries have firmly deposited me into middle-aged image classifications – as if I’ve been a dumpy, inattentive non-participant in my life.
My many efforts are barely reflected.”
“I flexed into my ribs for back, front, and sides all around with a softened smaller basket ball like we used to play ‘fodge’ to.
I lay upon it in yoga, stretch, etc., positions, gently rocking into it while attempting to correct the enforced upper stomach bulging still clamped from the accident.
I guess enough time since the accident has brought some settling in my system, allowing my efforts to at last bring results.
Because even though I can feel the torsion spasming trying to come back, I am able to briefly pull those upper ab muscles inward again!”
“As I work with a mini foam roller, it becomes apparent that there are other regions of my spine that are not just referred pain zones that doctors keep claiming, despite symptoms that I have explained to them.”
“I am discouraged, though, that numbness is spreading and becoming more prevalent down my arms.
Maybe it’s because of the increased pushing to survive that I’ve been doing.
Stopping my work did not bring more rest.
Rather, I’ve been launched into more intensity struggles against the injuries.”
“I tried a new anti-inflammatory yesterday, and despite its tranking my brain, it actually interrupted the throbbing pain in my spine!
But I am not sure that I should rely on it – become dependent.
And the haggard lines on my face today…are they from the med messing with me?
Or is this what’s hiding underneath the facade of endurance, and relief from the med allows this to come through?”
On the elliptical
A moment sane
Inside core happy
Caught up to self
Two weeks of dry
Almost lost more
But a beloved gifted
P drink & saved gym
Both helping to
Regulate stress
In this gambit to
Remain housed
“Waiting in the food bank line.”
“Deadlines for obtaining stability retention supports are this Friday.
Oohhhhhhhh!”
(See song)
“It is my hope that as I continue to work out, my tissues will realign and regain their fascial tensility.
I think this as I throw a pillow sheet into the hamper at distance – and feel my left pec flex, which was not throwing, rather than the right one, which was.
What is going on in my muscular systems?”
“I hate what pain does to me.”
“Of course when the vise is twisting, I want to go after who did this to me.”
Nerve-compression migraine
“I value autonomy in that it keeps people out of my business and retains dignity.
Having to explain and prove my circumstances to qualify for assistance increases the feeling of vulnerability.
I know that connection could expand feeling part of community.
I just prefer participating on more equal terms.”
Switching modalities and focus
What triumph can I pull together?
“I had my first session today, desperate to move my body into any sort of positive healing.”
“If I my ship is going down, I must make sure that the others can make it to safety.”
“Throwing myself at options until something sticks?”
It’s ok…it was all a gamble
Got me this far as shamble
“That used to be me – by ingenuity.”
That which I’ve reclaimed
Over and over and over is
Held by the refusal
To let myself forget
Any success seems momentary
As expends and then falls apart
(Title of multiple meanings)
“How can one catch up if the marker keeps moving ahead?”
“Dead ends all around.”
“No one is responsible for me – except maybe the person who hit me and caused these disabilities.
But frankly, I just want the cures with healing and return of my capabilities.
Can I have this, please?”
“If I’m out on the streets…
I won’t go into a shelter.
Believe me.”
“Well…could you get another job?”
(What do you think I’m doing here?)
“I don’t want to go down this slippery slope to disability.”
Inside
“It is one thing to choose to rest and settle…”
“I do not like turning clients away (with referrals, of course) and being unable to help them!”
“With style!”
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(From the movie, “Toy Story”)
“I am altered.”
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(Sleep Token “Alkaline” reference)
Limited independence
Unable to earn income
Yet plenty of struggle
Doing simplest tasks
One movement creates
Several parts against it
Muscles bend beyond
Normal planed edges
Or lock up rigid tight
Defying functionality
“I’m ‘so done.’
And the fact that I’m so weary has got me irritated because I used to produce much more output.”
“You can do anything you set your mind to…”
(Unless you have brain injury)