#how to get relief from fibromyalgia pain

[kiame-sama]

sorry for sending another thing so soon aaa but: how would the housewardens react to a human who has a chronic pain disorder (coming from a fibromyalgia havin baddie)

Riddle is STRESSED. What do you mean you're in pain all the time?? This Unicorn insists on carrying you during fatigue periods. He will also use his magic to warm up his body to be a body sized heating pad for you when the aches get too much. He is constantly asking Trey to make you sweets and anything else and is begging for you to teach him how to cook so he can do it for you.

Leona is insisting on dragging you out of classes so he can nap with you and hold you close while you both get rest. He will be setting up a bed and similar soft items in the greenhouse so he can drag you over for naps. He can usually tell when you are tensed and in pain, so he will be quick to gently pull you away for a rest. He will also be exceedingly over protective of you around EVERYONE.

Azul will try to convince you to try water therapy. A quick water-breathing potion and then you can rest in his octopus pot with him while the water supports your body. The pressure of the water likely helps as well and he will hold every limb so you can just float in the water. He will be blushing blue and panicking the whole time, but he will do it for you.

He has zero clue how to help, but he will go out of his way to try and make you smile! He doesn't like that you are in pain, and he would grant you a wish to let your chronic illness have some relief if Jamil didn't tail-whip him into his lamp any time he offers. If you need a quiet day, he will also happily let you relax in his lamp. Tell him what you need and he will buy it for you.

The Harpy is going out of his way to try and help you however he can. Whatever potion he can make, or even using his own signature spell to relieve your pain, he will be going out of his way to help you. He even has a full body massager that he will offer for you to use whenever you have need. Any money he has from acting will also go into a much softer bed for you and your own massager at Ramshackle.

Idia is already making a float tank for you that will let you relax and have a few numbing chemicals in them to soothe your aches. If you need a caffeine IV drip, he'll get that set up for you too. Let him know how he can help, and he will help. You have the greatest engineering mind of the entirety of Twisted Wonderland at your beck and call; you suggest it, he will find a way to make it.

Malleus is expediting the soul link so he can completely remove your chronic illness. It does take time to establish the connection, but he will devote all of his time and energy into creating it so you are pain and exhaustion free for longer. In the meanwhile, he insists Silver carries you where you need to go, almost aggressively ensuring you are getting ample rest and will frequently use a cantrip to relax and soothe you in the interim.

[watermelinoe]

You should be careful going to chiropractors. They're not medical doctors or physiotherapists and the man who founded it told people he was taught the practice by a ghost. Chiropractic "realignments" have left people paralysed or dead. If you think you have an issue, it would be safer to get an x-ray in an actual medical clinic and get their opinion

no i know, and i recommend against seeing a chiropractor, but to your last point, a big reason why people seek out alternative medicine in the first place is because medical doctors did not help them. i promise i did go to a doctor first. multiple doctors. i did physical therapy, got put on gabapentin like a good little pain patient, had an exploratory laparoscopy done (found that i do have endometriosis, not the primary cause of my pain though), and not once did any of those doctors order x-rays or even examine my frame. i got diagnosed with fibromyalgia and sent on my way. i went to a chiropractor knowing the risks associated because i had nothing else to try at that point and the first thing they did was take x-rays and start me on an exercise routine with asymmetrical weights to try to correct my posture, which is of course not the norm for these places. the actual "adjustments" were just providing some temporary pain relief i'm sure and could have fucked me up even worse, i know

when you have chronic pain you will try just about anything because medical doctors will not investigate your pain for more than half a second and they certainly will not treat it in any meaningful way. and i still have chronic pain (fibromyalgia or "fuck if we know why" pain as i like to call it) but mysteriously my limp has vanished and i don't cry lifting my arms trying to wash my hair and it took a couple of quacks to do that for me bc real doctors couldn't be bothered, that's how sad the state of medicine in this country is. and maybe if a real doctor had taken me seriously from the beginning instead of wasting my time i would not have lingering pain, but who's to say.

[facingfibro]

Just a reminder to be kind to yourselves today and everyday.

Take care of yourself as if you would an ill loved one. You deserve that cozy blanket, with the good show, a hot bath and that warm cup of tea.

Be kind to your body and what love it can manage to give you today and what love you can manage to give it.

Yoga is a wonderful option for some pain relief with Fibromyalgia and chronic pain in general. Yoga can help release tension from cramped up and tense muscles. Yoga is also a great stress buster and helps to reduce those feelings and effectively relax our nervous system. If you’re like me, high intensity workouts hurt me more than help me - being able to ease into each yoga pose slowly and be able to hold it for as long as it feels good for you and your body helps you feel both relaxed in your muscles and energized in your mind.

I like to curate a morning and evening yoga routine with the few practices I keep in my back pocket for those extremely high pain days.

Here’s a few yoga poses I suggest to help release some of that fibromyalgia tension and pain most of us experience:

1. Childs Pose - This asana helps to calm the mind.

It also gives a good stretch to the arms, shoulders, back, and hips.

2. Legs up the wall pose - By taking the weight off your feet, this pose helps relax the muscles of the hips and legs.

It relieves you of fatigue, a major symptom of fibromyalgia.

3. Cobra Pose - This pose helps flex the upper and middle back, another main affected area in fibromyalgia.

It also helps strengthen the arm muscles.

It helps improve blood circulation to various parts of the body.

It reduces fatigue; you feel deeply relaxed as you open up your shoulders and chest.

4. Bridge pose - This gives you a deep stretch to your back and wards off fatigue.

It also helps calm the nervous system so you feel less anxious.

It strengthens the back muscles, a possible tender point in those suffering from fibromyalgia.

5. Corpse Pose - It calms the mind and reduces both stress and fatigue.

It relieves headaches and sundry pains.

It helps you sleep better at night.

It may take you some time to get adjusted to these poses and how they feel for you but I advise to at least try them once, once a day, even just for 30 seconds. You’ve got this and most importantly…always listen to what your body needs from you. There’s no shame in having to adjust for ourselves and what we need to feel better in our bodies. Take care everyone 🦋

Ps. I posted some photos of each pose in the comments from google..each picture has the name of the pose underneath it. 🪬 and I also included a photo of my adorable yoga partner, my doodle who loves to join me on my mat everyday.

Think of those things we are grateful for❤️

[sapphic-moon-child]

Chronically Ill Truths

Fibromyalgia

Larissa x Wife!Reader

Chronically Ill Truths

Fibromyalgia - Larissa x Reader

Chronically Ill Truths

Fibromyalgia - Larissa x Reader

It was truly the worst time of year for you. The warm summer days that eased your joints in the early sun were fading and the chill of fall was setting in. You knew a flair was coming on when you went to bed the night before, but when you woke up it was so much worse. You kept a bin next to the bed for bad pain days, and today was no exception. Rolling over your joints ached and cracked as you're swollen hands quickly reached for the bin. Retching almost painfully, you felt your hair being moved from your face and a soft hand rubbing circles on your back. Once you were finished the bin was removed from your shaking hands and taken care of quickly. You could hear the water running in the tub and the smell tea followed.

“Come darling, let's try to get a head of this and ease the symptoms while the needs kick in.” Larissa said sweetly, handing you your purple cane and helping to steady you on your feet. This woman was your rock, and you loved her. When you first came to Nevermore as an English teacher you only had mild symptoms, now 5 years later you were happily married to Larissa and together you co-taught your classes allowing you to still work and enjoy your passion even with your disability. The worst of your symptoms started two years ago, it was just a lot of swelling and aches. Now it was full blown flair ups, that sometimes lasted for days and on the rare occasion a week or more.

When a bad flare would start, Larissa would help start an IV of fluids to help ease your symptoms and push Your meds if you needed them. She was insistent that she learned how to do it, so that you could have them at home instead of the hospital. After a soak in the hot epsom salt bath and a cup of ginger tea she helped you dress in something comfortable and settled you back in bed. Starting one of your IVs she asked if you wanted some pain meds to help, you nodded and were grateful for her help and dedication. “Riss, I think I'm going to need my compression wraps” you told her, admitting defeat to the hell they were. She handed them to you and prepped your meds before pushing them through your IV and flushing it. After getting one leg wrapped in the tight compression wrap, you were exhausted. Handing her the other she took it without complaint and wrapped your other leg for you. The relief was worth the trouble of these stupid things, but you didn't care right now. “Can I have some Zofran please?” You asked, still feeling nauseous. She gave you a quick kiss and retrieved the minty tasting pill for you before placing it on your tongue to dissolve. After she did she set the flow rate on your IV and climbed into bed next to you. It only took about 5 minutes before you were so tired you couldn't hold your eyes open anymore. The fatigue set in and you easily succumbed to it.

When you woke it was midday and Larissa was gently stroking your cheek. “Hello darling, I brought you something to eat. It's time for some more meds too. You noticed she replaced your IV bag with a new one and it was on a very slow drip. Smiling, you thanked her and ate as much as you could of the cheese on toast and tomato soup she made you. “I have your pain meds as well as some anti inflammation meds and some more Zofran for you if you want it. I noticed you were perking in your sleep a bit too so I grabbed your spasm medication too.” She set the different syringes of meds down on your nightstand as she sat on the edge of the bed. “What would I do without you? You could have fallen in love with someone normal, and instead here you are taking care of me.” She almost looked hurt at your words. “Darling I married you because I love you, that means all of you. Good, bad and ugly.” You leaned forwards and gave her a soft kiss before settling back on the pillows again as you watched her push your meds again and flush your IV for you.

The day went on with lots of love and patience from your wife. You were blessed that she was compassionate with you, always making sure if you needed her she was there for you. You dropped your mobility aids and she would pick them up without question. And even during the night she would feel you start to get up and would wordlessly come around to your side of the bed and help you to your feet. She never complained, you hated how much like a burden you felt. She would just scoff and give you a kiss and tell you how much she loved you and that you were never a burden to her.

One of the things you most loved was how much she came to bat for you with your doctors, none of them seemed to take you seriously thinking you were just another drug seeker. She would tear each one a new one and bring your medical binder to slam in their faces if need be. She kept a detailed record of everything for you, calming her own anxieties in doing so keeping it all put together as fine as her updo. One doctor made the mistake of telling you on one of your bad days that it was all in your head and to try meditation. That was a mistake. “You mean to tell me that the pain, tears, swelling of her joints and other various symptoms are just a figment of her imagination? Well if that’s the case I’d rather like to take my stiletto to your ass and see how you think that imagination feels!” you still giggle over the memory of that poor doctor's face when Larissa was done with him. She could be down right scary when it came to the ones she loved. She was your lover, protector, wife, and blessed caregiver, and you loved her with everything you had in you.

Your students were also very loving and compassionate to you, they were always eager to help around the classroom and stay after class to help you prep if you needed it. You and Larissa thought of them like your own and had become mother figures to most of them. Your disability and adversity to it was the reason one particular girl came to you and Larissa with her own issues showing signs of the same chronic disease that plagued you. When you found out she had worthless parents, Larissa and yourself were determined to make sure Amara got the care she needed so she could thrive. When the diagnosis came back true, she cried and cried. That was when she told you she had lived with the pain for six years, her parents accusing her of attention seeking. Larissa made sure her medicine was picked up like clockwork every month personally and she had your cell numbers if she needed you anytime day or night.

There were a few times she was unable to go to class and would spend time in Larissa’s office doing make up work or homework under a heated blanket with a cup of hot cocoa. The girl thrived after she was given the help she needed. Her grades improved and she graduated in the top of her class, that was two years ago now. She stayed at nevermore as a dark arts teacher, and when she got married to a lovely gorgon boy a few months ago, her own parents decided they wouldn’t be attending. She didn’t mind though, because she walked down the aisle with pride having both of you on her arms guiding her and giving her away. This is what love was. This was acceptance. She was so worried that she would have a flair the day of the celebration and wouldn’t be able to enjoy it, you remember it like it was yesterday. Kneeling down to her eyes where she sat, you spoke softly.

“Your disability doesn’t define you, anyone who thinks it does can go to hell. You are strong and just as able as any other girl, your mum and I will be there with you and will hold you up if we need to, just like we did when you walked the stage at your graduation. You will never be alone my love, you have us to lean on when your own feet can’t hold you up.”

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[awellboiledicicle]

I can only imagine Mo the Human trying to articulate their fibromyalgia to someone in Kilima and the poor Majiri assuming they're gonna just fucking die.

Because everything about it would probably very much sound like it's the end stages of something as horrific as it sounds. But no, they insist, it's just a permanent thing that can get worse and better sometimes, but never goes away. This results in a bit of a ripple effect as the information spreads, as info is want to do in small towns.

Which is probably interesting on Mo's end, because i feel like they'd vaguely remember no one giving a damn/dismissing it as them making things up re: other humans.

So next time they can't get further than laying in their yard on their picnic blanket, they get Aurei dropping off something his mother made because they hadn't turned up to say hi that morning. Ashura offering well meaning suggestions for pain relief options that his doctor recommended for his knee. Jel taking the recreation of compression garments as a personal challenge, both practically and aesthetically. Tish gives a knowing look and helps them work out some schematics for furniture that is just the right amount of supportive and comfortable. Hassain and Tau get begrudgingly used to checking certain spots along their patrols to see if Mo's just passed the fuck out against a tree. Hodari goes out of his way to teach them the smoothest way to swing their pick so the vibration from breaking rocks doesn't wear out their shoulders as fast. Reth gets quiet for a second when he hears about it and then makes it a personal mission to mail little snacks he can squirrel away to them, for energy. Sifuu does similar to Hodari, in terms of "here's how you repair things without breaking your back to do it".

Zeki insists he has a balm that fixes everything. It's 300 gold for a small tin. He's dismayed when they flatly inform him that unless it'd knock Sifuu on her ass in less than ten mins, it'll do very little for them. Mostly because he'd planned to fully snake oil this and they are not having it.

Thoughts

[a-decolonial-beandraoi]

Huge Transition

My Christofascist mother threw a narcissistic conniption fit after she basically forced me to break the "life changing news" that I'm moving out with my partner because he got a rare job opportunity. I calmly presented my case and I was shaking. She ranted about "how I can barely drive" (not completely true) "I can barely function around here, how are you gonna function 3 hours away from here" (talking about my C-PTSD and fibromyalgia most of which was caused by her, my dad, and her brother and his wife). I am definitely safer living with my partner than with my family, especially my mother right now. My partner brings me relief from my pain and anxiety, while she's escalated it for the past 5 years.

The only compromise is giving up my MMJ. But I think getting away from my mom, working and living on this sustainable ranching operation is going to be healing for me. I started the MMJ when I was 15 to cope with ostracization at school and family drama. I was diagnosed with C-PTSD when I was 19 and then my fibro took 2 years to diagnose from the start. I'll have my own place where the only bills are electric and maybe a miniscule grocery bill. I'll be surrounded by fruit and berry orchards, beef cattle and high-dollar horses, and so much more. 5,500+ acres of heaven. I sense jealousy from me mum. I'm a 22 y.o. woman and I can do what the fuck I want. I feel that in some way, I may have accidentally manifested this because I was just journaling about being shunned by my Christofascist small town, and made conditions where if I was completely cut off and discriminated against in employment and housing, there would already be an alternative and we would not have to worry. And then the next day, BAM, we're moving to this place! I'm so excited, and I wish my mom could be too. But I know I can't make her be happy for me when she's so miserable herself.

Y'all shoulda seen her face when she (again) whined "Y'ALL AREN'T EVEN MARRIED" and I calmly rebuked "well, I'm inevitably marrying him anyway, but we can elope if that's what y'all are mainly concerned about." We've already been harmlessly fornicating in our bedroom that we've been paying rent for anyway so-

This is definitely the man I am going to spend the rest of my life with. There is no doubt about that. I've been with him for 1.5 years now and there's been improvement in my conditions. For the past 5 years my mother would narcissistically turn my autism meltdowns into arguments about how my behavior was supposedly "disrespectful," "dramatic," "psychotic," "hateful," etc. Whining that "I talk like a robot all the time." A lot of these conversations turned arguments were filled with reactive abuse. I would scream, shriek, and bite my arms and hands when she inevitably lectured me into a meltdown. I could barely help these behaviors at the time and I got mocked with her speaking in a high-pitched, whiny tone, said "that I'm acting like a 2 year old," and no matter how many times I've explained meltdowns from our trauma (because my brother is autistic as well, she should know better), she deliberately chooses NOT to believe me, as if I'm just trying to make up stuff to have wrong with me, or have a label and belong somewhere. Now that I've been eating better, keeping hydrated, and supplementing with Magnesium glycinate (and D3 and K2), I've noticed that I'm now completely in control of my body from entering violent meltdown. I can stay calm and speak respectfully the whole time while she's raising her voice and trying to talk over me. I can think more rationally and clearly. I can prevent my meltdowns in front of her now. She has been minimizing and degrading my pain and mental illness. She has trauma-induced fibro but can't even believe that I have trauma-induced fibro too, saying that I'm supposedly "misdiagnosed" even after the widespread pain I've been having since 2021.

I know I'm making a healthy decision for myself. The gods have suddenly given me a way to escape my abusers and it's such a rare opportunity, I finally get to have a place of my own with my life (and eternal) partner. Away from the control of my narcissistic, Christofascist family.

I thank the gods and whoever else is suddenly blessing us like this, as well as those heroes of Iran who are currently fighting back against the g/cidal Jewish supremacist state of Israel as I go through this. My prayers and workings are finally coming to fruition along with those who are working keeping hope and manifesting liberation for Palestine/Canaan. Divine justice is emanating throughout the Earth. Yemen bombed Israel in April, Nottoway burned down and Israel had their wildfires of the colonizers' pines in May, and now Iran is bombing them into oblivion this June--and now I am suddenly able to escape my Christofascist family. Israelis--unlike their Palestinian victims--already have the privilege of affording to escape back to Europe or some other country of origin. At least they can afford to fly and their airport is still intact! Zionists deserve everything that they have done to the children of Palestine/Canaan times 666; the same for all Abrahamic/Yahwist supremacists, whether they be Zionist, Christofascist, or Islamofascist, as well as all other oppressors of our Mother Earth. We shall purge the many evils that have been abusing us and our Earth Mother. Many blessings, peace, prosperity, protection, justice, and liberation to all peoples and creatures of Mother Earth that yearn for freedom.

[thatbxolivia]

warnings- mentions of chronic pain and cussing

tbh i don’t really have a name for this one just a summary!! you have chronic pain and you have a bad pain day and daddy takes care of you

sn- i myself only suffer from fibromyalgia so if this is too similar to that and/or it isn’t accurate depictions of other chronic illnesses im so sorry

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you woke up feeling like you’d been hit by a truck. you almost thought you were sick and these were fever pains. but as you moved and the familiar flash of nerve pain went up your spine, you knew it was a flare up for your chronic pain. you groaned, gingerly moving your legs out of bed and sniffling. this pain was very bad, worse than normal.

“daddy?” you called out weakly, and he came running.

“what’s the matter, baby?” he asked, crouching down to your level. “i’m here, tell daddy.”

“daddy, the pain is so bad today.” you sobbed. his face softened and he lightly rubbed your back.

“i’ll take care of you like i always do, i’m always here for you, you don’t have to worry about anything.” he reassured you. you sighed, knowing today would most likely take away all your mental energy just to stay alive.

“thank you…” you trailed off. “i’m sorry you have to, though.”

“don’t be, i’m happy to do it, always.” he said, gently picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the kitchen table. “let’s get some food in you.” he said, making breakfast. you sat in the chair, shifting uncomfortably against the hard backing. daddy noticed your pain and went to get you a pillow, adding at least some comfort. “it’s going to be okay, remember the flare ups always pass.” he said. and he was right, maybe it took longer than usual sometimes, but they always passed. you could deal with what you deemed your “normal amount” of pain. it was these flare ups with pain worse than usual that made it hard.

eventually, breakfast was ready and your daddy served it to you on your favorite pink plate that caught your eye at a traveling market. you just had to have it.

“eat up, baby. you need energy.” he told you, lightly kissing your forehead. the two of you sat in silence, eating, while anakin would occasionally check on you or fuss over you, helping you eat or wiping your face. you loved the attention.

“daddy, my back really hurts.” you told him, sighing. you’d been trying to ignore it but it was the worst pain today. anakin frowned and took your plate up when you were done, coming back over to you.

“let’s put salve on it, i know it doesn’t help a lot but it does help a little, right?” he asked, checking it was still true. you nodded.

“yes, daddy, it helps a little.” you confirmed. he brought you back to your shared room and had you lay on your tummy while he applied it to your back, careful as to not press harshly on any sore muscles. you soon felt the warmth from the menthol in the salve and felt some relief coming your way. you sunk into the mattress, feeling a little more at ease.

“would you like to just have a lazy day today? you can go back to bed, i’ll join you.” he said, lightly running his fingers through your hair. you were already exhausted just from barely being up an hour so you nodded, taking your body’s sign to relax today.

“yes please, daddy.” you said, turning your head to the side to look at him. he looked back at you, smiling.

“i got you. i’ve got you always.” he said. he always knew how to make you feel better.

[junoilovecc]

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What's The Sleeping Position?

Now that we have obtained the era issue sorted, it is time to consider youpersonally, the sleeper. While we will be digging into a great deal of different facets which have to do with you personally along with your distinctive slumber fashion, the very first matter to work out is exactly what position you sleep inside.

Though the vast majority of people have a tendency to throw and switch between distinct positions in the nighttime, the majority of men and women prefer certain positions . Perhaps you're somebody who likes to start off in your own back and roll to a side. Or maybe you invest the majority of the night on your own side and finish off things in your stomach whilst hitting snooze in the afternoon. If you have never actually thought about your favorite sleeping positions earlier, I would urge you to pay extra careful attention to the way you sleep during the next week.

This information is vital since most of mattresses endear themselves into distinct types of sleepers. Below, I will help you through the varieties of beds best-suited for every position category.

If there were a kind of sleeper needing a Goldilocks mattress alternative, it could be back sleepers. Too soft, and also their buttocks could spout from alignment with their shoulders, so leading to a bowed back and forth shooting pains around the backbone. Thus, these dreamers require a medium firm sense that drops directly in the center of both of these extremes.

As an example, 6.5 is generally regarded as the market standard for moderate stability. Exactly why is this vibe appropriate to back sleepers? Well, it is helpful to lift and place the backbone into a neutral position. While I discuss neutral spine alignment, I am essentially just speaking about the concept of setting an line all the way by the shoulders to your buttocks. This will help to relieve tension throughout the back and avoid aches and pains related to fibromyalgia along with arthritis.

Although back sleepers are fortunate because they could usually find relaxation on many different different kinds of mattresses and substances, I urge these people check out hybrid mattresses, that unite foam and coil coatings (more about this later!)

Sidewise Sleepers

Where back sleepers desire equilibrium, side sleepers require deep strain relief in the shoulders and buttocks . It follows they'll typically need to stay with a softer mattress which shapes to the bottoms of the human body to help block uncomfortable jamming at the evening time.

While softness is a relatively subjective duration, for me personally, it may be described as anything inside the 4-6/10 scope on the stability scale. Again, we are comparing these steps to the market norm of 6.5 for moderate firmness.

Since unwanted sleepers are devoting a lot of pressure in their joints at the nighttime, it is vital they land to a gentle mattress made especially with stress relief in your mind. A good deal of mattresses assert to relieve shoulder and also hip pain, however, it is important to actually dig in the building specs to work out how nicely a mattress will alleviate pressure at those areas. I suggest that unwanted sleepers stick using memory foam mattresses, that are famous for their profound body-contouring, sinkage, along with stress relief. Curious to find a few of my preferred side sleeper beds?

Stomach sleepers are essentially the reverse of unwanted sleepers in they'll want to have an ultra-firm mattress which lifts the buttocks consistent with the shoulders. The largest problem these people will confront is that a soft mattress which causes the shoulders to sink from alignment with the remaining portion of the backbone, so they will want to continue to keep their eyes put on exceptionally supportive versions. Yet more, comparing those amounts to the market norm of 6.5 for moderate firmness shows that tummy sleepers will surely need to hang out to the extreme end of the range.

[gerinurse]

Week 6….

May 12,2024

Where is this year going? It seems like only yesterday we were celebrating the new year. Summer is definitely here as the temps are rising and after spending yesterday on our boat I am the clout of a lobster even with multiple layers of sunscreen and a hat. What’s happening this week…

1. I took my ozempic dose back down to 0.25. I spent an entire week vomiting after the increase so 0.5 and I just couldn’t bare another one. From everything I read it says that likely means your body is not ready it needing the increase. My pain isn’t as controlled on this low dose and neither is my appetite but I am still eating less and getting some pain relief.

2. As I said I spent a week committing so barely ate enough to keep a child alive. This meant that along with the dehydration I was down a considerable amount of weight last week. After eating regular meals this week my weight is back up again and hopefully I can lose in a more sustainable way.

3. I am grazing more on things left on the counter but I am eating within my calorie allowance. This is something I have struggled to do in the past. Although I don’t necessarily feel full faster, I am hesitant to eat large amounts of food in one sitting especially later in the day. The feeling like I have a bowling ball sitting in my gut for hours is not a comfortable one.

4. I’m still having dizziness and fainting spells off and on. I have been monitoring my BP iff and in for a few weeks and it’s all over the map. After speaking to my doctor I have stopped one of my BP meds as it is one that has diuretic properties. When we talked about my symptoms she asked about my pulse which is also all over the map and tends to get high prior to my fainting. My doctor is concerned that as a concurrent diagnose to the fibromyalgia, I may have developed POTS. I swear u never set out to collect chronic disease diagnosis 🤦🏼‍♀️. She advised to stop the one BP med, drink lots of water and eat more salt. This has definitely made a difference and the dizziness is much less this last week.

5. I need to figure out how to get my ass back in the gym I need to be doing some cardio and also lifting some light weights. The weights I have at home so not as big an issue but the cardio is a different story. Unfortunately I’ve always struggles to get to the gym in the summer so instead of setting myself up to fail I will likely wait until fall.

6. Part of starting this journey for the final time is knowing what I can and cannot do. I’ve come to realize that I’ve always put stress in my mind and body trying to be and do everything. I didn’t want to admit that I am not as capable as I once was and my body is not able to do some of the things I want it to. I’m allowing myself leeway for off days. My house is a disaster but I’m cleaning one drawer or cupboard at a time. My husband has also realized that I am not a physically well woman and that he needs to give me grace. He’s been amazing and is more aware of me needing breaks, needing to sleep a bit later, not being able to function in the extreme heat and just being slower.

7. I’m not sure what other people find while using a glp-1 but raw vegetables are not my friend right now and I’d kill for a salad 😂.

[edgessunflower]

Emotional relief

For @romanreignkisser

Pairing: Dominik Mysterio x Fem reader

Description: Dom helps you when your Fibromyalgia becomes too much to bear

Dom smiles seeing you in the crowd at his match as he walks to the ring with Rey for their tag team match. He feels proud of his dad but himself for once at the big win they shared against the Usos smiling bigger when he sees you backstage hugging you before being congratulated by Edge who was his uncle no matter the fact that they weren't related, he goes and showers coming out with jeans on seeing his shirt next to you as you smile raking your eyes over his body making him turn bright red and you laugh before groaning in pain making him crouch in front of you "Are you okay baby? Don't cry" you were in unbearable pain almost collapsing when you were walking backstage to his locker room "I am in a lot of pain...it's my fibro acting up but sometimes it gets too much" he feels his heart shatter that he couldn't take the pain away and seeing you cry quietly from the pain as he gently lifted you up when you tried to walk only to fall over in pain, the cries only grew louder as the pain worsened making his heart drop as he held your hand never minding you holding it tightly even when you squeezed it from the pain before being carried inside the house you and dom shared. The pain dulled when he put patches on your muscles and heated your side of the bed with heating pads rubbing your body with his knuckles until finally you were relaxed and asleep gently kissing your temple before heading downstairs and making dinner smiling when you came down as he was making your plate "I was gonna come upstairs and bring dinner" you smile feeling yourself fall in love with him again by just how kind and sweet he was from the day the two of you met through his sister Aalyah since the two of you had been friends since sophomore year of high school and still to this day meeting him and their parents the summer of your junior year when he was 20 and you were 16 becoming friends and reuniting when the two of you ran into each other you now being 20 and he was 24 where the feelings changed leading to things going slow for the next four months before telling everyone with aalyah being surprised by it but not angry actually overjoyed by her big brother and best friend who was like a sister being together, after eating you melted in his arms as he whispers to you to calm you from the pain that still had a hold "I know nothing can really stop it but I'll always be here to help you and love you when the pain is too much". You feel your heart melt at the tender words whispered to you "No matter what affects you, I am always by your side to help you in any and every way I can, I love you mi vida" you press a light kiss to his lips before he gently pulls you back for a soft tender kiss caressing your face as you fall asleep held in his arms with his chin tucked on top of you hair still rubbing your body to ease off the pain.

[thanksitsatraumaresponse]

Time…

They say time cures all things. Time will heal you. They lied.

Time is against me and I am sick of waiting for “time”. The time in my life when I will be at peace. The time in life where I won’t be completely fucked up in my head and thoughts.

My trauma will never allow me to be in meaningful relationships without constant fear of being hurt, abandoned, used, or replaced. World disasters don’t scare me. Drones from aliens/our country/other countries don’t scare me (I live in NJ). Everyday relationships scare me. Giving people the opportunity to be able to hurt me scares me. Feelings scare me. Interaction scares me. Feeling loved and the fear of having it go away terrifies me. Having the fear of being used and not loved terrifies me. Giving myself to someone, what little bits and pieces of her I’ve managed to find and having that piece of myself shattered, terrifies me. Too many bad experiences, traumatizing and brain altering experiences.

And the sick part is that if anyone does something even remotely similar to remind me of a traumatic event, Sybil is in armor ready to charge and burn shit to the ground (Sybil is the name I’ve given to to the beast I become when triggered) and she usually does. Vigorously. Now that situation that was a mole hill? Bitch it is Kilimanjaro now.

Welcome to life with CPTSD, where your brain does funky shit in the name of trying to protect you 😬 I made this shit blog I think over a year ago in hopes of “sharing” my experience… you see how well that’s going with how many posts I made. Is it my brain running from acknowledging the fire I am tirelessly working to put out? Or is it undiagnosed ADHD? Or just momentary hyper fixation to distract me from the real monsters in my brain that would eat me alive?

Anyway, let’s fucking try this again. Who knows… maybe my rants will help someone not feel alone in their suffering, because today I do.

Today whooped my ass. The last 3 days have been whooping my ass. Even Sybil’s hands aren’t enough 🤣

Putting aside the fucked up humor/coping mechanism- I haven’t eaten in 3 days. I’ve been diagnosed with osteoarthritis and fibromyalgia and have to eat to take meds to be able to tolerate the pain I’m in. And for 72 hours, I’ve not been able to do that. I look and feel like SHIT. I’ve had several panic attacks and sobbing outbursts. Sleep is terrible due to the pain and nightmares. It’s impossible to get relief. And it’s the fucking holiday season (see my post from last year, you’ll understand the disdain real quick).

But I’m supposed to give it time. And grace. I’ve given it both and I’ve taken the punches and given them. I’m just exhausted from fighting all the time. I’m tired of only being good at being angry and jaded. I’m tired of making so much progress to just feel like shit after a triggering event. I don’t need time, I need a fucking lobotomy or medical induced coma at this point.

~Exhausted Traumatized Divine Creature

PS: Photo of my son, Magnus as payment for reading this rant. He is the goodest boy 😬

[glittertomb]

Very personal but important question(s?) regarding chronic health issues and disability

So I’ve had fibromyalgia and Gastroparesis for about a decade now, and I try my best to self-manage these issues (in addition to the expensive meds they give me that don’t really provide relief), but it becomes severely difficult for me to work a full schedule, particularly when my job drains me physically, mentally, and emotionally. I spend my days off in complete recovery mode, absolutely bed-ridden, afraid to do anything social or physical, because I risk going into a total Fibro meltdown. Which is a nightmare, but I’ll spare you the details.

I’ve been considering applying for partial disability because I think working 3 or 4 days instead of 5 or 6 would be much better for most humans, honestly, but particular for someone like me who deals with chronic nausea, discomfort, and pain on the daily. I’ve been putting it off for ages though because I know that disability can be very difficult to get and a horrible process and I can’t work myself up to it or afford a disability lawyer to help me. I tried being a little more aggressive this past summer and collected “documentation” on my fibromyalgia in the hope of preparing to submit it, and literally all of my documentation says “fibromyalgia?” because apparently none of my doctors believe me after years of testing and thousands of dollars of office visits trying to get this diagnosis. To be honest, using fibromyalgia as my reasoning for disability needs was a dead end anyway because lots of doctors still don’t believe it exists, so I doubt the government would find that a good reason either. And I really doubt they would take the Gastroparesis seriously either, even though both of these conditions are dehabilitating at times.

So one of my friends recommended I go through the avenue of my mental health issues. At different points of my life I’ve been diagnosed with depression, anxiety, bipolar, ocd, adhd, etc, and who knows what the real answer is, but she’s a mess. I’ve been realizing over the past couple years that I’m very likely autistic, and that would actually explain a lot of these things, but the past 6 months have been crazy, and even though I’ve been working a bunch, I’m poorer than ever because of the rising cost of everything, so I cannot afford to get a formal diagnosis yet. But I know that I told my most recent psychiatrist all these horror stories about my anxiety, so I decided to get done documentation for her too, and guess what? Generalized depression and mild anxiety. Girl, huh? (Tw: blood and dermatillomania coming up) I showed her evidence of scars on my hands from picking my hands every night til I bleed everywhere, I described how I get overwhelmed and cry at work several times a week and often fight back panic attacks at work and in my private life, I told her than I struggled to fall asleep and stay asleep and only got collectively about a few hours every night, I told her that I literally could not socialize without using alcohol as a crutch but I can no longer do that because of my digestive issues so I self-isolate, I told her that I struggle to maintain eye contact and panic when people give me eye contact… so many stories like these. Mild anxiety smdh

So that comes to my first question cause I guess I decided while writing this that I have a couple:

1) How do you, as a female-presenting person, get a diagnosis for severe anxiety? How wild do my stories have to be without accidentally committing myself?! I have an ex, amab, who basically pulled a john Mulaney and was like, “I get nervous on planes sometimes” and he legit got a prescription for Xanax or one of those other big ones, and another who is on a dose of gabapentin 5x the strength of mine because he gets social anxiety sometimes, so this is especially frustrating that I can’t even get a dang proper diagnosis on anything after ten+ years of therapy, doctors, tests, everything.

2) What is the process like for getting an autism diagnosis and are there cheaper routes you can go that would still be credible? I’ve exhausted my expenses from years of jobs not paying my worth combined with money poured down the drain trying to get any sort of help with my kaleidoscope of issues, and at this point I’m too broke and demotivated and burnt out to figure out a way forward.

3. Has anyone been able to get partial or full disability who would be willing to hold my hand through the steps and keep me motivated? I know it’s a huge ask but I honestly get so anxious even thinking about the process that I completely shut down. At the very least, maybe you could explain what worked for you or how you would approach it better next time? I just moved far away from my support group so I’m feeling alone and even a word of caution or encouragement would help.

I know I’m not really as connected to this community as I used to be, but I’m hoping someone will get to the end of this and even a kind word or a smidge of sympathy/empathy would be nice. And please do reach out if you have fibro because I don’t meet many and it would be nice to have friends who can relate. Thank you for listening! 💜💜💜

[gon-and-killuas-mother]

so frustrated with my dad. he tells me, in a loving father voice, that if i want to change my life and do more and see the world, i just need to change my mindset

i'll give him that yeah, i could use a few adjustments to my "mindset", i have this helplessness about me that isn't always warranted. i know i have the ability to choose to go to bed sooner so i can wake up earlier. i know i can choose to make all sorts of changes that could bring me a lot of relief and stability.

but i just want to scream "changing my mindset won't cure my fibromyalgia, or give me the ability to eat freely without fear of pain, or fix my POTS and pain induced fatigue."

the problem is. that's the mindset he wants me to change. he thinks i can do whatever i want regardless of my limitations, and i should set higher goals so i can see the world and do impossible things because i can.

what's so infuriating is that i so desperately want the things he wants for me. i want to climb mountains, travel the world, swim with whales. i want to learn kendo and roller skating and modern dances. i want to go on road trips with my friends for no other reason than to enjoy the journey.

and i feel so robbed of it. i'm missing out on so much life has to offer because of how terrified i am of being caught in an IBS episode and having to use a public restroom, because of how much pain and exhaustion driving or even just riding in cars for long periods makes me.

i've physically improved in the few months since moving in with my dad just bc i have to use the stairs multiple times a day and walk further distances to get from my room to the kitchen. i can walk up a short hill now with only a little pain! but walking still hurts. basic chores are a little easier but still take more spoons than a normal person.

my dad means well. he wants to see me happy and it bothers him to watch me drift through existence. he's a man of action, and he can't comprehend why i'm so hesitant to "participate in life".

but he's never been disabled, outside of sports injuries. he's a physically fit, athletic middle aged man defying norms by leading boxing workouts with guys half his age, by climbing 14,000 ft mountains, by being a well known soccer referee when most refs are, at minimum, fifteen years younger. his idea of a vacation is a long, hard hike on challenging paths. "rest" is not something he's familiar with.

how the fuck am i supposed to explain to this man that i'm fighting against my body every single day just to accomplish the barest minimum? how do i explain that self discipline means jack shit when brain fog dominates my existence?

i know i can do better. i know i can be healthier, happier, and able to rely on myself.

it's just. it feels like a slap in the face when he sees this struggle and thinks i'm choosing this life. when he told me i shouldn't lower the goalpost, that i should aim high and ignore my limitations, it felt like he dismissed my disabilities as things to "overcome". as though i haven't been wading through waist high pain and depression just to survive.

that fucking hurts. he believes he's being helpful, and there's probably some gain in challenging me bc some part of me wants to take up that challenge. but i really fucking wish he would stop treating me like an able-bodied person.

sigh. anyway. i'm so tired of this.

[nepsah]

man.........

(chronic pain ramblings- I'm fine, I'm just talking to myself)

the desire to not be labeled as drug seeking is surprisingly difficult to shake?? like idk - I am still in a Lot of pain from the surgery and I ran out of the norco they prescribed last night - I held onto one pill so I could sleep n suffered thru the day, and chickened out on calling to see if they'd refill it, all bc I was afraid of being told no and that I was somehow bad for wanting relief from the surgery pain??

But I was hurting so so so bad this morning before work I couldn't stand it anymore and called.

It was a complete non-issue. Like, no questions asked, just a "hey the pharmacy doesn't open until 9 and historically these take a while to be ready jsyk!"

God.

I AM supplementing with prescription strength ibuprofen (given to me by them) but it doesn't really cut it. Also, the prescription strength ibuprofen doesn't combat my other pain issues. I take a 24/hr ibuprofen-like thing for my coccydynia (and fibromyalgia but mostly for the cyccyx) and in the week or so I've been off that so I can take the meds from the surgeon, I've noticed that the old pain is starting to creep back in.

It started with dreams last night. The sensation of someone or something getting dangerously close to applying pressure on the coccyx. At my worst pain, I would wake myself up from dreams like that every night and have to take more ibuprofen to get back to sleep. If it werent dreams, it'd be because I was rolling over and the sheer act of movement sent spikes of pain thru my body.

That whole area of my pelvic region - well, spine down to tailbone, would feel internally as if it were stiff and hard like plastic (but, plastic one can bend) and the only relief for it was to take ibuprofen.

During the day, a stiff breeze would be enough to make me stiffen up from head to toe so that I could be prepared for a hit that wasn't coming.

And god forbid I actually tripped. The amount of times I nearly took myself out bc of that.... Ugh ...

I tried chiropractors, massages, tens machine treatments... I had X-rays and an MRI. There's nothing wrong with my tailbone/coccyx. It just decided to start hurting in the winter of 2016, and hasn't stopped since. I still don't know what's wrong? I've just found a medication that works.

Anyways

Chronic pain sucks! And I hate that seeking relief for it gives you a bad name.

When the norco + ibuprofen work together in tandem, it's the least amount of pain Ive been in in years. It's really sad, actually? : ( how is it that I'm able to achieve a lower base level of pain with active surgery recovery ??? Sighs.

[technicallyhappyarcade]

How to Choose the Best Massage Gun for Your Needs

Benefits of Using a Massage Gun for Muscle Recovery

Introduction

In recent years, the fitness and wellness industry has witnessed a surge in the popularity of massage guns. These handheld devices have gained recognition for their remarkable ability to aid in muscle recovery and alleviate soreness. Athletes, fitness enthusiasts, and even those seeking relief from everyday aches and pains have turned to massage guns as a convenient and effective solution. In this article, we will explore the numerous benefits of using a massage gun for muscle recovery and overall well-being.

Understanding Muscle Recovery

Before delving into the advantages of massage guns, it's essential to comprehend the concept of muscle recovery. After intense physical activity or strenuous workouts, our muscles often experience micro-tears and inflammation. This is a natural part of the muscle-building process. However, to perform optimally and prevent injury, proper recovery is crucial.

Muscle recovery is a crucial aspect of maintaining a healthy and active lifestyle. Whether you're an athlete striving for peak performance or someone who enjoys regular exercise, understanding how to aid your muscles in the recovery process is essential. One valuable tool that has gained significant attention in recent years for its role in muscle recovery is the massage gun.

Benefits of Using a Massage Gun

In the pursuit of physical fitness and overall well-being, recovery plays a pivotal role. Muscles, often subjected to rigorous workouts and daily activities, can experience soreness, stiffness, and fatigue. Fortunately, the evolution of recovery techniques has introduced an innovative tool into the fitness and wellness world: the massage gun. This article explores the numerous benefits of using a massage gun for muscle recovery and how it has become an indispensable asset for athletes and fitness enthusiasts alike.

Improved Blood Circulation

Massage guns work by delivering rapid percussive therapy to targeted muscle groups. This action helps increase blood flow to the treated areas, which is essential for muscle recovery. Improved circulation ensures that muscles receive the necessary nutrients and oxygen, expediting the healing process.

Reduction of Muscle Soreness

One of the primary reasons individuals turn to massage guns is to alleviate muscle soreness. The device's percussive movements effectively reduce muscle tension and stiffness, providing relief after intense workouts or strenuous activities.

Enhanced Range of Motion

Regular use of a massage gun can lead to improved flexibility and range of motion. By breaking down knots and adhesions in the muscles, these devices allow for better movement and reduce the risk of injuries.

Quick Recovery

Massage guns can significantly speed up the recovery process. With increased blood circulation and reduced muscle soreness, individuals can get back to their workouts or daily routines quicker, allowing for more consistent progress.

Pain Management

Aside from post-workout recovery, massage guns are also beneficial for managing chronic pain conditions such as fibromyalgia and arthritis. The deep tissue massage they provide can alleviate pain and discomfort.

Stress Reduction

The soothing sensation of a massage gun can help reduce stress and anxiety levels. This relaxation not only benefits muscle recovery but also contributes to overall mental well-being.

How to Use a Massage Gun Effectively

Massage guns have become a popular tool for muscle recovery and relaxation, but to reap their full benefits, it's crucial to know how to use them effectively. These percussive therapy devices offer a deep-tissue massage experience that can help alleviate muscle soreness, improve flexibility, and enhance overall well-being. In this guide, we'll explore the best practices for using a massage gun to achieve optimal results.

Choose the Right Attachment

Most massage guns come with a variety of attachment heads, each designed for specific purposes. Before you begin, select the attachment head that suits your needs:

Ball Attachment: Ideal for large muscle groups like the legs and back.

Flat Attachment: Suitable for all-around use and larger muscle groups.

Bullet Attachment: Targets specific trigger points or knots.

Fork Attachment: Designed for the neck and spine.

Air Cushion or Soft Attachment: Provides a gentler massage for sensitive areas.

Prepare Your Body

To maximize the effectiveness of the massage gun, it's essential to prepare your body:

Stay Hydrated: Drink water before and after your massage to stay hydrated.

Wear Comfortable Clothing: Wear loose or breathable clothing to allow easy access to the muscles you want to target.

Warm-Up: If possible, perform a light warm-up or stretching exercises to loosen up the muscles you plan to massage.

Proper Technique

Using the massage gun with the correct technique is crucial:

Start Slowly: Begin with the lowest speed setting and gradually increase it as your muscles become accustomed to the pressure.

Hold at the Right Angle: Maintain a 45-degree angle between the massage gun and the targeted muscle area.

Apply Pressure Gradually: Allow the massage gun's percussive motion to penetrate the muscle tissue rather than pressing too hard.

Conclusion

Massage guns have revolutionized the way we approach muscle recovery and pain management. Their ability to improve blood circulation, reduce soreness, enhance flexibility, and promote quick recovery makes them an indispensable tool for athletes and anyone seeking to maintain a healthy, active lifestyle. With consistent use and proper technique, a massage gun can be a game-changer in your wellness journey.

FAQs

1. Can anyone use a massage gun?

Yes, massage guns are generally safe for most individuals. However, consult with a healthcare professional if you have any underlying medical conditions.

2. How often should I use a massage gun for muscle recovery?

It's advisable to use a massage gun as needed, but typically no more than once a day on specific muscle groups.

3. Are there any side effects of using a massage gun?

When used correctly, massage guns have minimal side effects. Overuse or excessive pressure may cause temporary soreness.

4. Can massage guns replace traditional massages?

While massage guns offer many benefits, they cannot completely replace the expertise of a trained massage therapist for certain conditions.

5. Are there any safety precautions to consider when using a massage gun?

Ensure that the device is clean and in good condition, and always follow the manufacturer's instructions for safe usage.

[clown-stripe]

So like. I got diagnosed with *yet another* chronic illness two days ago. Doctor says I have fibromyalgia, which is what has been causing the constant full body pain that makes me feel like every inch of my skin is a bruise being pressed on 24/7

Which makes sense, and I’m glad to know that I’m not just crazy, because I’ve been in pain literally since I was born, to the point that I don’t have a single memory where this pain wasn’t present, at least in the background. So I really thought it was normal, and that everyone felt like this until it got a lot worse in the last few years that I’ve been dealing with flare ups of Crohn’s and lupus, but neither of those can explain the constant pain I feel underneath every inch of my skin

It’s a relief to get a diagnosis, because for a couple years now, since it started getting worse, I thought this feeling was just what people talk about when they say you reach your late 20’s and can’t neglect good habits anymore without feeling it. That this pain was just bundled alongside the feeling of getting sore + stiff from not exercising/sleeping well enough. I have wondered on several occasions how the hell everyone lives full lives with this kind of pain, or why more people don’t kill themselves upon finding out that they have to feel like this for decades??? Because sometimes I can’t bear the thought of feeling this pain every day for the rest of my stupid little life. I’m not strong enough to bear that burden when I’ve already lived 28 years with it and I feel tired all the way down to my fucking bone marrow from carrying this pain with me everywhere I go, even in my sleep, in my dreams I feel it because I’ve never *not* felt it and I have no idea what it feels like to not be plagued it.

But now that I know what’s wrong and there are treatment options to try? Maybe I’ll finally get to know what it’s like to not be in pain.

So the doctor gave me a new medicine for it to try that will hopefully make my nerves feel less, and I can actually do things again instead of just being in bed thinking about how bad the bed hurts against my skin and how gravity is a curse because I can’t just float so nothing is touching me and making my skin hurt. And all the ideas for various art to make I’ve been saving up for when I’m capable of sitting up and holding a pencil again can be worked on. I can finally take the drive out of my old busted laptop to get all of my concept drafts off of it because I only managed to save the most important/almost finished artworks on it before the battery swelled (and my fav version of photoshop too, because I’m an idiot and don’t commit which one it is to memory so I can just pirate it again, I just keep transferring the program files to install it again lmao)

Maybe I’ll actually get around to coming up with a permanent pseudonym to start posting my art under, and finally start sharing it outside of Snapchat where it disappears in 24 hours