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

“Yeah, ’cause I just knocked myself loose again, jumping around and dancing, getting hardcore into to that song.”

(Ouuch…but worth it)

“These rules are borked!:

I have a comfortable bed
Or so I’d like to think of it

But there’s rarely a position
That I can find this comfort

Maybe I need to add another
Layer of foam to cushion me

Perhaps too much inflamed
Pain never abating hinders

The recovery I’ve needed
To overcome the injuries

I want to garden
But do I not lift?

Or grip and dig,
Or kneel, or shift

As extend to retract
Endurent dynamics?

What can I do
And shouldn’t?

One day left for rest
Isn’t enough further

I just workout and
Travel spiral circles

Going over same paths
Seeking spark’s interest

Things get done without
Motivated life’s purpose

Except living day to day
Trying to restore basics

Sunlight’s warmth to greet me
Leaves, grass, trees, and sky

Mountains protecting
Soothing inner eyes

“‘Oh, sweet relief!’ as we returned to the first floor of normal sounds and colors!”

“Difficulty because hospital corridors contain multiple frequency reverberating hums, and everything in view is 3-D grids.”

“I don’t know why, but it is harder for me to get to my own doctor appts.

Had to get to MRI’s this morning.

First of all, I am no longer ok in the morning.

You could say it’s because I don’t get to sleep until around 2am or so, but my internal biorhythms are altered.

And I won’t detail the diffuculty, but once I got into the hospital where everything was shutdown to minimum operations on the weekend, I had to request wheelchair assistance to help me get checked in and settled into the correct waiting room properly.

The anxiety crush meltdown of gratefully accepting a wheelchair to be shuttled more quickly and safely than my legs and increasing disorientation could take me was alarming.

But there was a kind, older lady that I helped get confirmed in her own location, and she extended to me saying, ” Always ask for a wheelchair in the airport,” confidingly – as I just about broke into tears for needing the darn thing.”

“It feels like there is no real help, only signs and signals pointing the way if one keeps looking for and innovating solutions despite ‘diminishing’ capacities.”

“The injuries are becoming a psychological hindrance as they do not fade – but, in fact, become more insistent and prevalent.

The mind cannot help but panic when experiencing increasing complication impulses – yet, it must struggle to overcome meltdown shutdowns while seeking a newly defined pragmatism.

For it makes sense that as more systems reboot, extent of prior damages becomes ever more clear – and that system overload would increase as additional jagged impulses are seeking to be added to healing’s reintegration.”

“Means something entirely different in seeking balance when one’s boat is flipped, and staying submerged in water’s engulfing suction seems to be the end result, anyway  (unrelenting) – especially when one’s sea legs are no longer stable above surface in sailing.”

“Trying to reclaim norms, but norms are now distorted.

This doesn’t mean that things are ‘bad.’

(Sweat)

Things, relatively, might be ‘good.’

(Distrust)

In fact things may be, given skews, ‘getting better, again.’

(Panic)”

“‘Objects in motion stay in motion…’

Newton’s First Law of Motion; also known as The Law of Inertia

I just keep going because it feels like if I stop, I’ll just need to lie back down.”

“I had to cancel work until next week because there’s no doubt I got reinjured.

I hate this.

I hate too much pain and lack of pleasure.

I hate limits without any workarounds.”

“It distresses me that when I hear how people like to go for a walk or hiking, my body now says, ‘That’s not for me!'”

“‘Cause I’m gettin’ better…

Yeah, that’s it…”

What could this be?
Why do I feel empty?

I give to others
And help family

I think my body hurts
As engage arm or leg

Gravity is tough going
If spine to neck flayed

To rise from bed
Needs a purpose

Towing the line is
No longer worth it

If movement is stiff
Maybe stay in place

Catch up to moment
Give self some grace

“Here’s to my 2 years ago act of valiance – for which I’m still paying!

Woo-Hoo!”

“Perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised that I strained a neck muscle.”

Tapping into rage to fight back the pain.

“It seems that much of my time is forced into experiencing it.”

After effects from work.

“There comes a point near every late evening.where makeshift stamina’s grace collapses, and further movements are accompanied by quiet grunts and wheezes.”

“Like bleeding out energetically without needed stop-gap filler to meet, feed, and reset their function.”

“There’s been no denying, just realigning.”

These first two years since the accident
Have been about gaining distance away

From modes of tipping on edge of collapse
Which I would not let override endurance

Thus internal reroutings smack into walls
When continuing to push past allowances

With mainframe crashings from pressure
As keep reanimating limbs toward future

Something unmentioned has been
A bulging vessel inner pinky finger

Several weeks ago since I noticed
Unsure how long it’s been injured

Could have happened lifting any
Edge with angled weight cutting

I’ve been ignoring it to let heal as
Occasionally acts as trigger finger

Because the pain upon touching
Was swollen and pulse-alarming

Connective tissues and associated
Don’t have tensile tenacity as prior

“The few things that I choose to try to do on any given day are more than I ought to be attempting.

But I used to be able to do so much more!”

“Because I need more help to overcome all of this.”

There are exercises and nutrients that
With time and resources could benefit

But if I have just one unit for any effort
I must be careful as to where focusing

I got hurt again yesterday early eve
Simply walking and snagging shoe

Tripped carriage flinging extremes
Tore into junctures where repairing