#Shoulder Recovery

[aapkifitnessphysiodrpratibh]

Are you experiencing stiffness, pain, and limited movement in your shoulder? You might be dealing with frozen shoulder (adhesive capsulitis)—a condition that can make even simple tasks feel impossible. 😣

💡 What Causes Frozen Shoulder? 🔹 Inflammation and thickening of the shoulder joint capsule 🔹 Long periods of immobility (due to injury, surgery, or illness) 🔹 Diabetes, thyroid disorders, or other health conditions

⚠️ Common Symptoms: ✅ Gradual onset of pain and stiffness ✅ Difficulty lifting or rotating your arm ✅ Worse pain at night, making sleep uncomfortable

🏋️‍♀️ Best Exercises for Frozen Shoulder Relief: 🔥 Gentle movement is key! Try these: 🔹 Pendulum Stretch: Lean forward and let your arm swing in small circles 🔹 Towel Stretch: Hold a towel behind your back and gently pull it up with your good arm 🔹 Cross-Body Stretch: Use your good arm to pull your affected arm across your chest

💪 Consistency is crucial! These exercises can help restore mobility and reduce discomfort over time.

✨ If pain persists, consult a healthcare professional for tailored treatment.

[butmakeitgayblog]

[syrup-scribbles]

Teensy bit of first draft snippet from the Floyd recovery fic I've been writing for way too long that has slowly turned into the everybody recovery fic. And making Bruce cry fic.

[rimbaudsleg]

Chilled one-arm guy

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Dislocated Shoulder Whump

Warnings: dislocated shoulder, intense pain, careless/annoyed carewhumper

Heehee here's a short scene where Shadow gets to be a grumpy, reluctant carewhumper when Thomas accidentally dislocates his shoulder during a fight. How inconvenient for Shadow to be forced to help! 😂

Poor Thomas, he never catches a break.

It was too late for Thomas to dodge the soldier rushing toward him. The soldier was making a mad dash for the exit he was standing in front of, and that was the problem: he was standing in front of it.

Thomas tried to scramble out of the way, but was a hair too slow. The soldier was too desperate to escape, and couldn't care less about the human of an object in his path. He charged right through him, accidently clipping him in the shoulder on the way out, hard enough that it sent Thomas slamming into the wall behind him.

As soon as he hit the wall, there was a sickening pop, followed by a zing of sharp pain that ran through his whole right arm, and then he suddenly couldn't move it anymore.

Thomas crumpled to the floor with a gasp as pain radiated throughout his entire arm and shoulder, quickly spreading across his chest. It was an intense, overwhelming agony that overtook him, and he gritted his teeth against it. Out of the corner of his eye, he could Shadow moving nimbly around as she took down the last few soldiers in the room, before she leaned down to pick up her dagger and sheath it again. He could only hope she'd be able to help him out of whatever he'd just gotten himself into. But it hurt... so... much...

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*Switching to Shadow POV*

Shadow heard the cry of pain, but was too busy fighting to spare the source a glance. Only when she had knocked the last man out did she look over to see Thomas twitching on the floor in pain, one shoulder sticking out at an unnatural angle.

"I… I can't move my arm!" He exclaimed, panicking. "Am I dying? I'm dying, aren't I?!"

Shadow walked over and loomed over him with arms crossed over her chest and rolled her eyes at what she thought to be his over-dramatization, before remembering that Thomas had never experienced a serious injury of any kind before, and it made her understand why he would be so terrified. From his perspective, it must literally feel like he was dying. She could hear his heart racing faster than a rabbit's with adrenaline.

She kneeled next to him with an unhurried sigh and tentatively touched his shoulder, feeling around the muscles to get an idea of how bad the dislocation was. Thomas yelped in pain, and instinctively tried to jerk away, but Shadow put her knee over his stomach and leaned her weight onto him to keep him pinned down.

"Mmhmm, that's definitely a bad one," she said in absent observation after a few moments. Shadow knew how to relocate the joint, but first needed Thomas to stop panicking. She needed his muscles to relax a little to make it easier for the joint to pop back into place... and his hyperventilating was only exacerbating the whole situation.

"Good grief, you're not dying! Pull yourself together," she snapped, exasperated. She could tell that Thomas was on the brink of passing out because of the fast, shallow breaths he was taking, which was causing the carbon dioxide in his blood to drop too low. She let out a weary sigh and put a firm hand on his chest.

"Look at me, listen to my voice. You need to calm down. Slow your breathing, okay? Take a deep breath, and let it out slowly," she instructed sternly, trying to sound reassuring, which certainly wasn't her strong suit.

"Focus on filling your lungs up as full as you can, and then let it all out, and relax. Release the tension. I'm right here to help you, kid. You don't have to keep panicking."

There was something oddly comforting about her words, even though "comforting" was probably the last thing Thomas would use to describe Shadow. Regardless, he tried to focus on her gruff voice, gradually slowing his breathing down increment by increment, feeling his racing heartbeat finally start to calm.

"Good. Now I'm going to put your shoulder back in place, all right? It’s guaranteed to hurt like crazy, but bear with me. Are you ready?" Shadow said, looming over him. She took his wrist in one hand and placed the other near his shoulder.

Thomas nodded weakly, bracing himself.

Shadow gave him a countdown. "Three, two, zero--" In a single sharp, swift motion, she suddenly jerked his arm straight forward, and a loud pop followed as the shoulder joint slid back into place.

It was cruel of her to surprise him with a fake countdown, Thomas distantly thought. He let out a strangled shriek, and had to bite his tongue hard to avoid screaming in agony.

Then, he felt gentle waves of magic flow through his arm, repairing damaged ligament and muscle tissue. It took the edge off his pain, lessening it to a dull throb. One of the many perks of having someone like Shadow as an ally. He finally let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, relief flooding him.

"See? That wasn't so bad, now, was it?" Shadow smirked knowingly. She put an arm under his back and helped him slowly sit up, before effortlessly pulling him to his feet with surprising strength.

"Let's get out of here before anyone sees us, shall we?"

"Shadow... Thank you. Seriously," Thomas croaked gratefully, gently trying out his newly healed shoulder with a wince. He looked at the floor sheepishly.

Shadow shifted her weight uncomfortably at his sincere gratitude.

"Let's... just try not to ever do that again, all right?" She said tensely.

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Masterlist #2 - all stories specifically involving my OCs Shadow and Thomas

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[aceofthyme]

realizing that the pain I’m in is not going away and I have to be up in a few hours for plane time

(I’m okay, it’s just that I can’t take anything for it so I’m clutching a pillow and screeching)

[technikki]

graduated 2 years late but who caares im FREEE i can do wjatever i want. i can do anything. i am going to draw my little characters

[shannonsketches]

lays on the floor do you guys ever think about how in ResF Bulma falls for Vegeta's fake-out with Freeza and both she and Yamcha are worried about Vegeta's villain fake-out strategy in Champa and Beerus' mini tournament and how it's only been a couple of years since the Buu saga and how Vegeta straight up stopped using that strategy after that tournament

[mistfallengw2]

Nytum, Baroness of Howls, the Thornfang

Once the Baroness of Howls in the Nightmare Court, when Mordremoth awoke the one she thought most loyal to her began hunting her down, and she ended up losing herself to the call at the worst possible time, just as she was merging with one of her nightmare hounds in hopes of escaping her Knight's fiery wrath.

Transformed into a quadrupedal beast of thorns, Nytum wandered the jungle, attacking anyone she came across, obeying her master's will along with her twisted pack of hounds. That was until the attack on Auric Basin, where a moment of hesitation at a familiar face resulted in severe wounds. Maimed and blinded by the pain, she ran away aimlessly until she fell into ancient ruins, deep enough for the dragon's call to give her respite as she struggled to survive.

The events after Mordremoth's deaths are blurry for her: the sudden silence giving way to the panic of clarity, desperation and begging for mercy at the golden city's gates, receiving news so heartbreaking she returned to her real self for the shock, and then lots of waiting and... kindness she did not deserve. It took years for her to return to a life one could call normal, all thanks to old friends and enemies forgiving her, especially one of them who opened both her arms and heart to her, but now things are... fine. More than she deserves, probably. She's learning how to be a merchant, she's seeing things in Tyria she never considered before, and, as unpleasant as it is, she is ready to transform into a wretched creature of thorns if what she loves is threatened.

Still, Nytum kept something from Maguuma, a Mordrem wolf she found and tamed to prove to herself that, if there was hope for such a creature, then there was hope for herself. Grimbloom is scary, so most of the time they hide its true appearance with illusions, but it's a softie and eager to help out. Maoulmuire doesn't mind, she's a necromancer after all, and Apribag does like a seemingly tireless beast to carry more wages.

[axemetaphor]

the only downside to gaining weight is having to buy new clothes all the damn time

[yumesoul]

despite everything vol still loves me,, why? i don't understand.

[twodiamondhoes]

I've already got my writing music on, but it's rounding 10 so there's a choice to be made here.

[decodebug]

years of getting dismissed by physiotherapists and given pain drugs that didn't help and growing increasingly unable to use my hands resolving by dating a witch who went to vet school and learning how to use & inhabit my body

[landmine-pushing-up-daisies]

i feel like i'm not deep into anything so i'll never actually recover either lolol

[trans-yllz]

in high school I would write little poems after almost every therapy appointment about what I talked about in them and I have them all in a google doc and reading through them I'm like damn. he doesn't even know that cql is going to kill him

[steampunk-raven]

this is probably the longest migraine I’ve ever had huh