Psychology

Suffering

Yesterday, someone brought up this subject with regards to our internal dialogue paradigms.

In the realm of negative self talk, for example, etc.

I don’t have this issue in the normal assumed way, but I do deal with a lot of internal jag regarding past received negative messaging that I am constantly deflecting.

There is actual injury, and then there are feelings and assumptions tangled up in the processing of it.

Finding out ways to clear the jumble can help decrease one’s perception of suffering.

This seems something worth looking into.

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, Where Demons Tread

Arbitrary Arbitration

There is a fine line to walk here.

If I obtain a lawyer, my insurance company will no longer be allowed to speak with and/or assist me in the process.

I am not surprised at the timing of all of this, though. Especially as it is poised to disrupt me on the verge of succeeding in retraining.

“At fault” coverage is dwindling, so my insurance wants to cut further payouts before they can no longer recoup this funding.

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, Where Demons Tread

3rd Party Bias

Of course, the actual facts of the matter did not pursuade the doctor to change her position.

To do so would be to admit her error, and to acknowledge error would damage the 3rd party’s reputation for dislodging insurance recipients from their valid claims.

I wonder what the actual percentages are for the 3rd party ruling in claimants’ favor.

Nature

Tom And The Ladies

I followed a gobbler around this evening. He was strolling at the end of a lane and I just had to meet him. We walked slowly together for some time while I maneuvered around him carefully on foot so as to not alarm him.

So intent was I upon him, that I soon found myself only several feet away from his flock of two hens interweaving while they picked delicately at the grass.

They were gracious.

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

The Ugly Truth

I dreamed some friends set up time and place, and next thing I knew three clients were lined up, happily anticipaing to see me.

However, the most that I could do to get ready was some light and careful straightening up – and then I realized, “wait a minute.”

Despite the discomfort and embarrassment, I had to tell each one that there had been a mistake and that my friends should not have called them.

No matter how much I long to help, no matter how much I want my capabilities restored, and no matter how much I need the money, I just can’t help people in this way for now, anymore.