Category: The Shower Accident 11/14/25

“It could be assumed that many options along many avenues could be explored in multi-tasks along a same timeline’s continuum…

That’s how I used to operate.”

She knew what she was doing and had identified the unscented lotion correctly to refill the unscented applicator.

But afterwards, she found that she had somehow, instead, refilled it with lavendar – which then initiated an internal panic chain reaction.

(Close-in object identification tracking going haywire)

“Why couldn’t I before have tried the key on the vehicle door to try to lock it?

Because I was already overloaded tracking other time paralleling tracks.”

“I weigh 199 lbs.

That’s cortisol mixed into injuries for ya!”

“I just feel like a stack of wobbly bowling pins, trying to dodge that ball…”

“A piece of my occipital compression shift-released at last!”

“Nothing’s wrong, but synaptic impulses claim otherwise.”

After calling doctors for new symptom help:

“Now, back to my own physical therapy restabilizing exercises – because that’s the only thing that has ever really helped!”

“If back off, I can receive help and time for more needed recovery.

But if I don’t also push – and precisely at that – then I miss the basic sustenance marker, under which I could still qualify.”

“Pushing too hard.”

I keep going past limits.

“I have 15 minutes to do too many things without tearing my tissues further.

It’s amazing how we can take for granted ease of movement when we naturally have tissue connectivity integrity.

I miss those days…

Correction: 10 minutes.”

“I am still hurt and my needed bits are not reconnected, so when pushed by timeliness and necessary labor, it’s my anger that brings strength to me by filling in the gaps and spaces with liquid rage.

And then when I can take a break for a moment, somewhere inside in the background, my subconscious is whimpering and crying hysterically while my ego screams ‘YAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH’ triumphantly for having achieved and beaten back disability.

In the late evenings and early mornings, I am not ok…

But I keep trying to be.”

(Title play with words)

“I used to have occasional cranky periods, but they would come and go like temporary storms looking forward to the sunlight, again.

Now, because I have to keep physically and mentally powering through everything while suporessing emotion with little rest and down time for recuperation, I carry a molten fire cloud around me emitting angry, vexed, and determined frustration

D9 NOT make eye contact with me during these times, because my eyes will shoot out laser beams and burn friendliness to cinders as I grit my teeth – more upset by the invasion of my privacy intrusion.

Yeah, I dare you.

(Honestly, I do try to be nice while growling and struggling – but still, don’t tempt me)

Until it’s time to perform healing therapies, where I must access the other, finer qualities of my personality for others’ benefit.

And then it’s right back into the pit fires of Hell for me.”

‘I’ve never heard of a car accident’s impact causing such injuries as I have experienced.”

Heaving and cussing, with the best of intentions.

“It was difficult being squeezed out and against the walls by others taking over the space in my own home, and scattered my sense of self and any functionality after prior car accident injuries were made worse by the shower slip’s concussive fall.”

“Repeating movements.”

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“I am overcompensating for way too much.”

“Or strained brain injury?”

“It concerns me that my larger rings are tighter.”

“I am suppossd to find the right next home.

It took us four months living out of a motel, working multiple jobs at full health capacity, to find our safe haven last time.

Two weeks this time, on my own, and with exertion limits from multiple injuries. “