Category: The Shower Accident 11/14/25

“Tracking time, waiting for when help can come for final moving.”

“In coordination is getting better.”

“Lifting the leftover metal twin frame and carry-angling it from another bedroom into my room to get my bed off of the floor.

The compression twisting and throbbing pain is deep and sharo in my lower spine, flaring to hips – but I couldn’t keep struggling to get up from the ground.”

Lying back upon a stainless steel cylinder originally intended for use as a tall but lean coffee mug, I pressed its immovable form into grooves of my lower spine and ribs at different angles and leveraged the tension created in attempts to better understand the patterns of torsion twistimg created from the car accident’s impact.

At ‘ground zero’ where the car’s force first connected, if trigger point zones are pressed in certain ways my anterior hip attachments – and even the muscles along the insides of my arms – can be relaxed, moved into, and extend for a moment.

It’s like my whole body has been stuck in a retraction reaction pattern drawn inward to the core from longterm spiral compression.

“I think to myself, how did things not hurt before the accident?

Back when tissues maintained internal structure – instead of crossing over boundaries into pulling on discs, joints, nerves, and vessels – just trying to sleep on ny side?”

“The nerve pain is now traveling, defining itself in ways beyond extremes of before.

This is a 6-day work week for me.

From nothing post concussion and needing to be minimal still post accident – to beyond max, immediately.

It’s expected of me if I am to survive what’s happen8ng.

I am not sure how long I can hold before I implode.”

“With hard-jumping back into work again and activating head-slam-injured muscles, new and strong tingling across shoulders and down through and onto tops of hands, as well as deep spinal torque-compression, indicate necessity.”

She had jumped back into service working five days a week.

And on the third into fourth took on damage, with the fifth…

“Busting through barriers like a bronco careening forward at speed, trying to out-distance self damage.”

“Pretty much for the entirety of working to recover from the car accident, I have avoided medications.

But once the impact’s swelling of the concussion hit, taking a routine combo has been key to my regaining any progress traction.”

“Pulling out of one surpasses extreme levels of difficulty.”

“I am beginning to be able to feel my anterior neck muscles, again…”

“I am getting better at catching random objects in my functional environment before they fall after being knocked, but there is no cure for the witch hazel bottle squeeze-spilling out at the base of its cap where its design should have prevented, every time I tip the bottle to use it.”

“‘You don’t have to be strong all of the time…’

Oh, yeah?

Where’s my help?

All of the dishes get dirty by others after I’ve washed them – already hurting myself;

I’m doing cross-country terrain navigating regarding just my house even – through, around, and over hurdles with torn hips and ligaments screaming upon lifting and landing;

And no matter the efforts I put into anything, if I don’t keep up momentum, everything immediately spirals or crashes into diminished returns.

I am on my own, here – literally, IT’S ALL UP TO ME.

So kiss my a** – why don’t-cha?

Or step up and help me move this ever-sinling/capsixing ship of my life thing!”

“I have difficulty getting anywhere ‘on time.”

(The clock and brain injury)

“Hm…

Even my arms are turning purple, today.

Penitence for having fun, ‘for once.'”