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#Chronic pain + period
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Me waiting for my painkillers to kick in to give me some sense of relief from the debilitating pain I’ve been suffering with for 3 weeks
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k9emote · 3 days
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SOME ORGAN PAIN EMOTES
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headache
migraine
tension headache
sinus headache
cluster headache
plus size uterus / stomach ache
uterus / stomach ache
general tummy ache
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acourtofladydeath · 2 months
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Poly+ ACOTAR Week Day 2: Comfort
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Nesta has always struggled with more intense cycles than most, and when she became fae it only got worse. Thankfully, her mates Azriel and Cassian are there to take care of her.
Based on my headcanon that Nesta has endometriosis, which became more intense after she went through the Cauldron.
Have some Nessriel hurt/comfort fluff for @polyacotarweek day 2. Start reading below the cut, and read the full fic on AO3 here!
When Nesta rolled out of bed that morning her body felt sluggish, tired even after a full night's sleep. But warriors, especially Valkyrie’s, didn’t let anything keep them from training. She held in her groan as she sat up, trying not to wake Azriel. The male could sleep until the second before training started, still make it on time, and be one of the most alert people there.  Cassian had awoken and left the bed almost an hour ago, preferring to have extra time for his hair and breakfast routine. Nesta fell somewhere in the middle. She allowed herself only the exact amount of time it took her to pull on her leathers, braid her hair, grab a quick snack from the House, and make it to the training ring.  Each step she took felt heavier than the last, and her arms ached from what was typically the easy task of taming her hair. If that wasn’t a sign that something about this day would be different, the House providing Nesta with a pan au chocolat instead of her regular oats with berries definitely was.  Groaning at the realization of what the House was trying to tell her, Nesta decided that she would pretend like it wasn’t happening and accept the House’s gift as a token of friendship and not the warning it was. This was her first mistake. The second mistake was heading up to train with the Valkyries and her mates.  Training was horrible. Azriel and Cassian kept an eye on Nesta as she faltered slightly. Not enough that any of the usual priestesses training with them would notice, but these males were finely in tune with their mate’s abilities and they noticed the subtle differences. Toward the end of practice Emerie and Nesta sparred. When Emerie actually managed to land a gut punch Nesta had been properly defending for years, both females immediately stopped.  Nesta stood hunched over, fighting for her breath through the pain that radiated through her body. In an instant, Emerie was by her side.  “Fuck Nes, are you okay? I didn’t think I hit that hard, I’m so sorry.” Emerie grabbed Nesta’s arm and helped her to sit on the ground. It took several moments before Nesta could gasp in a full breath. She felt the stares of her mates from across the training ring, and sensed their concern flow down their shared bonds. Cassian and Azriel respected her enough to know that she could handle her own training, even if she took a bad hit. They wouldn't approach unless she was too injured to respond or she asked for them. Instead of getting up as she usually did, Nesta curled further in on herself. The scent of blood filled the ring, and Cassian could no longer keep himself from helping his mate. Within moments he was kneeling beside Nesta and Emerie at the edge of the ring. 
Finish reading on AO3 here!
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striders · 3 months
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medical weed prescription to help me recover from the massive psychic damage i take on a daily basis while inhabiting my work-sona where i am forced to pretend to be a corpo normie
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littlemissomega · 9 months
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I'm Here
steve rogers x endometriosis!reader
Summary: Steve Roger's girlfriend has endometriosis and gets her period
Warnings: chronic pain, reader has endometriosis which causes extremely painful periods, reader gets her period, throwing up, crying, little suggestive but not really (Y/N thinks Steve is gonna do something sexual for a second, but he doesn't)
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The sound of Y/N’s crying greets Steve as soon as he opens the door. He drops his back and dashing up the stairs, pushing the bedroom door open.
“Baby, what’s wrong? What happened?” Steve asks.
Y/N is laying on the bed, on top of a pillow with one heating pad on her stomach and another on her back.  Her legs are tucked under her; calves flush with her thighs.A small trash can sits next to her head.
“I-It hurts so bad,” Y/N sobs, pressing her face into the pillow, “Feels l-like I’m dying,”
Dread fills Steve, but he realizes what happened. He gently lowers himself on the bed next to her, pulling Y/N’s hair out of her face and tying it up.
“Did you get your period, honey?” he asks gently.
Y/N nods weakly, jolting as pain shoots through her.
“I’m so sorry, baby, I know it hurts. Did you take your meds already?”
Y/N nods again, sniffling.
Steve places a hand on y/n’s shoulder blades, causing her to flinch before melting into his touch. He rubs light circles in place.
“What can I get for you?”
“I…I don't feel so good,” Y/N whimpers before lunging forward, barely grabbing the trash can before she throws up into it.
“Oh baby,” Steve murmurs, “It’s okay, I’m here, just get it all out,”
Steve wipes the tears from her cheeks as Y/N heaves into the trash can. Her face is sticky and  hot
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Y/N chokes out between heaves.
“It’s okay, princess, there’s nothing to apologize for. I got you,” he soothes.
When Y/N finally finishes emptying the contacts of her stomach into the trash can, she collapses back against the pillows. Sharp pain shoots through her lower stomach, back, legs, and ribcage. She sniffles, shifting to try and ease the pain.
“I’m so sorry you aren’t feeling, well, baby. What can I get for you? I’m here,” 
“Ca-can you get me a cold w-w-wash cloth?” Y/N stutters.
“Of course, honey. I’ll be right back,” Steve voices, rubbing her back for more time before standing up. He grabs the trash can, “I’ll clean this up. Just holler or bang on the wall if you need me,”
Y/N nods into the pillow. Steve hurries into the bathroom, emptying the trash can into the toilet and cleaning it out. He grabs 2 small towels and wets them with cool water, wringing them out. 
“Steve?” he hears Y/N whimpers.
“I’m coming, baby!”
Steve hurries back into the bedroom, setting the trash can back down next to her head.
“I’m right here,” he soothes, using one of the towels to wipe her sweat-slicked face and lips clean. He takes the other one and presses it to her forehead. Y/N lets out a sigh of relief at the cool sensation. She reaches and grabs Steve’s hand, lacing their fingers together and squeezing tightly.
Y/N jolts forward again, whimpering into the pillow. Steve continues rubbing gently circles on her back.
“Can I try something, baby? See if it helps you feel better?” Steve voices.
“Uh huh,” Y/N nods softly, looking over at him.
Her eyes are swollen and pink from crying, and slightly glazed over. Steve pulls his shirt off and her eyes go wide.
“No no no no, not that, no that’s the worst thing we could do right now, no-” Y/N cries.
“Shhh, shh, it’s okay, baby, I’m not gonna do anything! It’s okay, darling, take a deep breath,” Steve soothes, gently slipping her hands under her arms and shifting her up.
Y/N starts to protest, but Steve quickly pushes the pillows from under her and takes their places. He eases her down over her so her heating pad is sandwiched between them and her knees are on either side of him. She lets out a content sound and sinks into him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Steve strokes Y/N’s hair with one hand, using the other to rub up and down her back.
“Is that a little better, princess?”
Y/N nods into his shoulder, clinging to them.
“I love you,” she whispers.
“I love you too, baby,”
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james-p-sullivan · 1 year
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I really think we need to start talking about the stigma around hysterectomies and their place in the treatment for the symptoms of endometriosis.
Something I see often is the phrase 'hysterectomies don't cure endometriosis', which is very true, but do you know what a hysterectomy can cure?
Pain.
And you know the pain I'm talking about. The gnawing, all encompassing agony that surrounds our entire lives. The one that keeps you from going back to school, or uses up all of your sick days and vacation time from work combined, the one that leaves you dry heaving for hours until you pass out on the bathroom floor. That pain. There's truly no describing what it's like until you're living it.
And I cannot describe to you how free I feel knowing I will never have to suffer through that ever again.
If we continue to talk about our pain journeys we can end the stigma against hysterectomies. It will never be a cure-all, but remember that you are not a baby machine, you are a human being who deserves to live pain free. And I'm telling you, it's possible.
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sailor-cerise · 5 months
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tfw all your chronic conditions only have "drink water, exercise, and go to therapy" as treatment
Gee thanks wow I hadn't tried that
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existentialscreaming · 5 months
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Having a period while being disabled and trans has got to be a form of torture.
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I just happened to notice that both my scar pain & asthma get worse when I'm on my period/have pms (post/pre menstrual syndrome) and was curious about other ppls experiences ((im about a 4ish/5 cause its BAD))
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talkethtothehandeth · 3 months
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I just remembered that I went into the ER last year for suspected appendicitis (to the point where the doctor had me in the ct machine immediately after an iv was placed) and after looking at things he said “maybe you had a cyst that ruptured? 🤷🏻”
And today, many months later, I just learned that any rupturing cyst should be considered dangerous, and some especially so because an infected one can cause sepsis and all this man had for me was “there’s not too much blood in your abdomen” and he didn’t give me anything more than toradol— when he suspected either an organ or an organ’s ornament was ruptured or actively rupturing, he only gave me fucking toradol and that was expected to have helped (it didn’t, and morphine didn’t touch my pain the second time in the ER).
What the fUCK
(Also it was endometriosis ((which took seven fucking years to diagnose)) and I did have a perfectly round cyst on my ligament, for decor)
Double also, he said everything was fine and didn’t tell me about the findings of arthritis in my hip!! Like god dammit would you PLEASE
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sillycathorrors · 6 months
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period cramps and chronic pain are not a good mix i am dying rn
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endonow · 2 years
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You can never win
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sunnysilvavo · 2 months
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I hate nights like this where I don't even have enough spoons left to sit on my computer and play videogames, something I thoroughly enjoy. I feel unfulfilled, achey and tired... 😔
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dootznbootz · 5 months
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I think the universe hates me for always having shit that needs a lot of work whenever I'm FUCKING BLEEDING
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evilwriter37 · 6 months
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My cramps are radiating into my stomach. I just want to rip out my uterus.
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