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

“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?”

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!”

“I am altered.”

—

(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.”

“Sob due to nerve meltdown.”

“The pressure to perform was ever present, yet because I pushed, this further injured.

Now my internal messaging is being messed with.

Yay.”

“They were there, but I couldn’t reach them.”

“An effect of the ‘freeze’ pattern.”

Prime directive switches modes
Depending upon focus selected

Calibrating survival maps
To match accessible data

“Gratitude…”

“Feeling self empowerment return on some levels and being able to contribute.

Having these taken away again is bewildering and feels terrible.”

“‘You’ve got me in a chokehold…

So ‘even if I can’t sleep, show me the way.'”

—

(Sleep Token song reference)

“I planned to keep being there for a few, but symptoms worsen still – so even these, I had to postpone.”

“This stage is a prison, a beautiful nightmare. A war of attrition. I’ll take what I’m given – the deepest incisions. I thought I got better, but maybe I didn’t.”

“Please universe, help me find my healings.”

“I had known it was ‘bad,’ but they had only found hints of the areas before that they had then waived off as minor, despite my unusually extreme symptoms”

“The pain had increased to such intensity over the past couple of weeks that getting it to finally back down a notch or two has me floating in hazey nerve fry.”

“I should have waited, knowing the dogs were distracted, but instead I waded right into them at the height of their excited surge-lauching toward the person behind me – and got my leg attachments pulled.

Dazed and confused, I feel insubstantial as the ground shifts ever constantly under me, making it difficult to find and retain my bearings.

(Likely, flip flops don’t help, but the toe needs a little more time)

Good thing I’m an air sign and can dissociate somewhat, othrwise I’m not sure I would have made it this far by endurence.”

(Pop!)

“My humerus at last repositioned!”

“I have just managed to extricate myself from the mode of ‘full steam ahead,’ pulling off into an eddied pool as the river of life keeps blasting full throttle downstream.

Having taken damage trying to keep up with the rapids, perhaps more gentle side streams might bypass and reconverge where navigating becomes smoother sailing.”

“Please, just give me any position of comfort.

Anything…”

What good is all this talk of wings
When there is nothing left above?

—-

(Sleep Token lyrics from “Even In Arcadia”)

“It seems that I have come to the end of what I can due to bring in income, unless I deviate course drastically and have ability to wait for several months – if not longer.

What purpose to be driven to this precipice with only options as denial or acceptance?”

Cranial bones are shifted.