#Tailbone pain treatment

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Tailbone pain, also known as coccydynia, is a common condition that can cause discomfort and pain in the area surrounding the tailbone, making it difficult to sit or move comfortably.

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Same as it ever was 11

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as neglect, bullying, manipulation, cheating, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Between your home life and work, you just can’t catch a break. Especially after you draw the ire of your boss.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen ft. Pete Brenner

Note: I'm just tryna get through the week.

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The waiting room is excruciating. You find yourself standing more than you sit. Both are torture. Your concern mounts with your discomfort and the more you think of Hansen’s response. He’s a demanding asshole, he told you several times he takes what he wants, but today, he let you go. Even he could see something was seriously wrong.

Funny how you never dread the doctor so much when you’re there for Simone or Malik, but for yourself, it makes your insides knot. You can’t even think of the last time you made an appointment for yourself. That’s probably not good either.

As the doctor examines you and goes over your symptoms, you wince and struggle not to keel over. He’s patient and gentle, treatment you’re unused to. That stray realisation is even grimmer as it sticks in your head.

“Hmm, I’m going to be optimistic and say it’s a bruised tailbone,” he explains, “we can send you for imaging to check for a fracture but it wouldn’t likely be possible today. I’ll call the lab with a request, just to make sure.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” you lean on the examination table, “so what does that mean? Painkillers? Stretches?”

“Rest,” he points at you with his gold pen, “avoid sitting. You want to keep pressure off the tailbone. Lay on your stomach when you sleep.” He tucks his pen in his coat pocket and goes to the cabinet in the corner by the sink, “you’ll want to keep this handy.” He opens the door and slips out a box, “it’ll help.”

As he gives you the box, you consider the image of the donut cushion on the front. The inflatable seat is stuffed into the tight package. You’re not unfamiliar with it.

“Apply ice. Every twenty minutes for the next two days, then two to three times a day should work,” he takes his pen out and his little pad, writing as he talks. “Make your husband do some of the chores.”

You cringe. You nod as you accept his advice. You were just about to argue; you have two kids and a job.

“I’m writing you a note. You’re not working for a week at least. I’ll fax a letter that should be acceptable for the time-off,” he rips off the top page and hands it over.

“Thank you,” you utter again as you look at his chicken scratch. “What is this?”

“Something for the pain and something for your blood pressure.”

“My blood pressure?”

“Your readings are elevated. It could be stress, it could be anything. Right now, I want you to keep track. Measure it and write it down. Come back in a month so we can go over the numbers.”

“Is it that bad?”

“At your age, it’s not entirely unusual,” he assures you, “better we catch it before it’s too serious. You get headaches? Feel tired?”

“Well, I have kids, I’m always tired and yes, they give me headaches sometimes,” you shrug.

“How often do the headaches come?”

“I don’t know, sometimes two or three times a week.”

“Do you have a history of migraines?”

“Not since college,” you answer.

“Ah,” he nods. “Take the pills, icy your tailbone, and stay in bed.”

“Doctor,” you go to argue.

“If it isn’t already a break, you’ll make it one,” he girds, “the lab will call you about your imaging appointment.”

You swallow down his orders. They’re much easier to follow than Hansen’s. And surely better for you. You thank him once more and leave the room, stopping by the counter to give your work address and get your imaging paperwork.

As you get to the car, you unpack the cushion and use the little pump to inflate it. You drop it on the seat and get in. It still hurts like a bitch but not intolerable. You sit behind the wheel and stare. 

You could cry as you go over the appointment. Is it that obvious that you don’t take care of yourself? That you don’t have time? The doctor saw right through you and that brings it all flooding in. You’re barely holding it all together, you’re not sure how much longer you can.

You make yourself start the car and pull out of the lot. You go down to the pharmacy and turn in the script, wandering the aisles as you wait for it to be filled. You take out your phone to check the time. A missed call from Pete and another from Hansen. You don’t have the energy for either of them. Once you have your meds, you have to get the kids.

You claim your prescriptions and start your race against time. Waiting to see the doctor alone took up the bulk of your day. Now you have to get through the rest.

You nearly speed up to the curb of the school, at the tail end of the pick-up as the clock ticks on. You roll around as you see Simone and Malik waiting with Mrs. Guinness. You roll down the window and wave, thanking her loudly as the kids rush to the car.

You get out to strap Malik into his seat as Simone grips her book in her lap but doesn’t open it. You’re breathing loudly as the pain coils around your spine. You muffle it and give her a smile as she watches you. Her eyes dart to the front seat.

“Mom, are you okay?”

“Good,” you say as you snap the buckles together.

“What’s that for?” She points to the cushion.

“The seat’s uncomfortable,” you grunt and push yourself out of the back door. 

You shut the door and get in the front. You settle in, clicking in your own belt and fix your mirror. Simone is smart, too smart. She’s quiet as you shift into drive.

“Mommy, mommy! We played a game today–”

“Shh,” Simone interjects, silencing her brother, “mom,” she utter tenuously, “are you pregnant?”

You nearly scoff as you grip the wheel tight. You laugh and shake your head. “Why would you ask that?”

“Well…” she lets her thoughts hang in the air before she speaks to them, “you and dad have been… arguing and you have that cushion.”

“Trust me, I’m too old,” you shake your head, “don’t worry, you won’t be having another little brother.”

“Oh,” she hums, disappointed, “I was hoping for a sister.”

You take a breath. It’s all so complicated but some of it isn’t. They’re going to know sooner than later.

“Look, the cushion is because I hurt myself. I was waiting until we got home to tell you but I fell and hit my bum pretty bad. Got some bruising is all,” you explain lightly, “doctor says I’m good, just need to rest.”

“Mommy’s hurt?” Malik babbles. 

“Oh,” Simone accepts again, “I… does dad know?”

“He’s been working but I’m gonna give him a call,” you fight to keep your tone steady, “he’s gonna have to come home and help me out a bit.”

“Mommy, you can have Donny, he’ll make you feel better.”

“Mal, she doesn’t want your stupid dragon.”

“Sim,” you rebuff, “don’t be mean. Malik, you can bring Donny in to snuggle with me, okay? That’s really nice of you.”

“Ugh,” Simone huffs and you see her roll her eyes in the rear view.

“Sim, do you have enough time between chapters to help with dinner?” You tease. She doesn’t answer. “Oh, don’t worry, I can manage some mac and cheese on my own.”

You flip on the radio and let the music waft through the car, trying to push away the other worries. You are going to have to call Pete but you really don’t know how much help he’s going to be.

🗄️

You pull into the driveway and repress a groan. You’re really starting to feel it. Your legs are numb yet painful. You push yourself out of the car and grab your purse and the cushion, your keys jingling loudly in your hand.

You open the back door but Simone’s too quick. She’s right beside you, waving you off.

“I’ll get him out,” she insists, “the doctor said.”

“I know what the doctor said,” you chuckle, “thanks, Sim.”

Another car door snaps shut from somewhere unseen. You don’t think much of it as other neighbours often get home at the same time. You wait patiently for your daughter to unbuckle Malik as he squirms impatiently.

“About damn time,” the timbre roils in the air hotly.

You almost let a ‘shit’ slip through your lips as Hansen’s voice makes you tense. You squeeze the cushion and look over Simone’s head at him. She lifts Malik down onto the ground and she turns to face your uninvited guest.

“Ew, it’s him,” she sneers.

“Nice to see you too, toots,” he struts up the walk with his hands in his pockets, “isn’t this sweet? Got the whole clan together.”

“What are you doing here?” Simone challenges.

He tilts his head, brows arching, “you know, maybe I should give your mom some time off so she can teach you some manners.”

“Hansen,” you put your hand on Simone’s shoulder and sidle past her and echo the same question, “what are you doing here?”

“I’m actually being a good guy,” he leans around, speaking to Simone pointedly, “not evil at all. Checking in since I sent you off to the hospital.”

You hesitate. That’s not exactly believable. You know why he’s here; to taunt you. At least he has the discretion to try to hide that from your children.

“Bruised tailbone, doctor is sending a letter, I’ll have to take a few days off to recover,” you say cautiously, knowing he won’t like the news.

“A few days…” he mulls with a sour expression, “bullsh–” he stops himself as Malik comes for to cling to your leg, peeking out from behind you.

“Mommy,” your son whines, “I wanna go inside.”

“Tell him to go away,” Simone hisses.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Hansen, I gotta get the kids inside and make dinner–”

“You can do all that but you can’t drag your –behind– to work,” he challenges.

“I have a doctor’s note–”

“I don’t f–” he struggles to censor himself, stopping as he waves off his agitation. He exhales and wipes the frustration from his face, “you’re right. You’re in bad shape, it’s plain to see. So where’s the husband? Shouldn't he be here doing the heavy lifting?”

“My dad’s on his way home,” Simone insists.

“Yeah, he’ll be here soon,” you repeat her lie, “to help.”

“Well, he ain’t,” Hansen bounces on his feet, “but I am, so why don’t I help you out, huh? We need you back to work,” he reaches for your purse, latching onto the strap. “So you should rest.”

“Dude, go,” Simone snarls and pushes his arm.

“Hey,” he growls back at her. “I’m helping.”

“We don’t want your help. She’s not at work, you don’t boss her around here.”

“Simone, Mr. Hansen,” you snip, “please.”

“I’m being a nice guy,” Lloyd retracts his hand and throws it up, “she’s the one making this hard.”

You look at your daughter as she sticks her tongue out.

“She’s twelve,” you state.

“Yeah, and what are you? Sixty?” Simone accuses him.

He recoils, his lashes batting violently, “excuse me?”

“Oh my god,” you sigh, “Simone, take your brother inside,” you hold your keys out, “let me talk to him. It’s just work.”

“And the doctor said–”

“Please, Simone, thank you,” you shake the keys.

She sniffs and takes them. She blows a raspberry at Hansen as she grabs Malik and tears him away from your legs. You rub your neck, the donut cushion around your elbow, as you wait, staring at Hansen as he watches over your shoulder.

“Why?” You ask pointedly.

“What? I’m being good. I let you see a doctor for your fucked up booty and now I’m just tryna fill the hole left by that deadbeat–”

“Not in front of my kids,” you say.

“I was polite.”

“You are arguing with a twelve year old,” you shake your head, “please, I will do my best to get back to work. I know you don’t give a shit but I’m in so much pain, I can’t handle this right now. So please, go.”

“Huh, alright, let’s understand something here, you might be a little broken at the moment but you don’t tell me what to do,” he snarls, “that’s the first thing. Second, you put a muzzle on that daughter–”

“Don’t,” you warn.

“That mouth,” he points in your face, “it’s the ass that’s bruised, not that.”

You clamp your lips tight as your nostrils flare. You stand in a deadlock, silently glaring back at your boss. You feel the tension ready to snap. This is the moment where you could fuck everything up.

Neither of you speak, each measuring your next word but almost afraid to say it. A screech of tires veers in behind your car and fills the end of the driveway. You flinch and look past Hansen as Pete’s garish sports car beams back at you.

“Just in time,” Hansen mutters as he turns slowly.

Pete hops out and swings the door shut, almost frantic as his hair flops forward.

“Hey, I’ve been calling,” he puffs and stops short as he notices Hansen, “uh, everything okay? Where… are the kids?”

“Inside,” you eke out, clearing the frog from your throat, “everything is good, alright?” You try to convince yourself as much as your husband, “Mr. Hansen was just checking in. I missed work today. I went to see the doctor about… my fall.”

Pete blanches and nods, giving a guilty glance to his leather shoes.

“Yeah?” He dares to look at you, “you okay?”

“Bruised,” you answer bluntly, “so I was just telling Mr. Hansen that I am fine. I just need a few days to rest. And I was going to call to tell you the same but I had to get the kids.”

“Your wife’s a busy woman,” Hansen interjects, “hard worker. And she speaks so highly of you, bud.” He claps Pete’s shoulder, “you’re a businessman?”

Pete twitches, as if surprised. He looks at Hansen’s grasp on his shoulder but doesn’t shove it off. There’s a moment of recognition in his eye. Men and their ‘business’.

“Yeah, I run a fitness agency. We do equipment and training, aiming to get into the big leagues, you know, furnish facilities on the National scale,” Pete goes into his pitch.

“Ah, fitness, thriving right now,” Hansen slips easily into his role, “you know, I’m not wearing Louis Vuittons because I work in a dipshit office. I invest and I do it well.” He pulls his hand back and puts it on his hip, “why don’t you tell me more about this agency? I’m intrigued.”

You just stare. This has been an awful, painful day and it just won’t end.

“Uh, yeah, sure, come on in,” Pete sputters excitedly, waving him up the drive. “I got all my stuff in my bag.”

“Great, dinner’s on me,” Hansen offers, “for your time.”

“Oh, awesome,” Pete grins, “I’ll just get my bag out of the car. Honey,” he turns to you.

“Uh, yeah,” you swallow as Hansen faces you with a smirk, “right this way.”

You turn and hug the cushion against your stomach, each step tender and tingling. You sense him behind you, too close for comfort. He snickers quietly as you get to the door. You stop with your hand on the handle.

“Please,” you whisper.

“Be good and I will be, too,” he shoots back.

[cod-z]

[NSFW 18+] Pegging Series (Anon Reveal)

Your media consumption isn't my responsibility | TW: NSFW 18+, Title itself explanatory

Pairing(s): John Price x Stoic!Reader x Simon 'Ghost' Riley

| One-shots | A/N: My anon reveal and brain-rot. For those who knows said story, yes, I am THAT anon from said blog

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Let's just say, stoic!reader has stumbled across the very rare arguments that Price and Simon get into- oh no.

Stoic!reader who didn't expect Price to be at fault for said fight(rare for him to be the to start it), is now on his hands and knees, mouth indulged around the base of Simon's cock while reader has him deepthroating the strap-on on reader's bed.

The strap-on being used, was bought for punishments, the girth stretching them out more causing slight (bearable) pain, the length unable to bottom them out leaving a couple of inches exposed. (of course there's safewords).

Stoic!reader who grabs Price by his hair, forcing him to take more of Simon till it touches the back of his throat, making our dear Captain gag, tears welling in his eyes, being roughed handled to the base and back to the tip. Simon already came once from Stoic!reader giving him the same treatment but he knows it was part of the punishment.

Dragging Price by his hair, the scowl on his face still unwavering, words of degradation aimed towards reader, their brows furrow, shoving Simon away from the strap-on, holding death by his shoulders from latching on again (nearly worse than Soap). Stoic!Reader's eyes darkening at the challenge, Price hoping by the end, he'd regret his words.

Stoic!Reader who gets out a cock-ring and latches it onto Price, using cuffs around his wrists before shoving him on top of Simon. Grabbing his cock and guiding it inside Simon's pretty, little rim till he's nice and deep, both men groaning in unison. Looking at their desperate Captain, trying to rut into Simon's ass but this was punishment for the both of them, remember?

Stoic!Reader has their foot against Price's tailbone, controlling the pace for the both of them, painfully slow and barely going deep enough for both of them to get off on. Simon's pre-cum coating both of their small patches of hair that trails down to the base of their cocks, making both men whine like bitches in heat, stoic!reader's eyes hardening to keep them both in line, a reminder this is what happens if they disobey.

Simon being the first to apologise but was hushed by stoic!reader since he didn't start the fight but was told he was a 'good boy' for apologising anyways, earning him stoic!reader's strap-on after they remove Price's dick from Simon's hole. (ofc the old man whimpered).

Simon groaning and grunting finally at the stimulation he craves, making Price so envious that our little Captain begs forgiveness just to get a taste of what Simon had. Of course reader takes care of their Captain... after Simon cums twice, before grabbing both of their dicks in the middle, rubbing them together with both of their hands.

Whining coming from Simon being overstimulated already from the two harsh orgasms, while Price ruts trying to chase his own release.

Sigh, such handfuls. Stoic!reader gives them what they want, of course, after being such good boys! Fucking both of them at the same time, switching between holes with powerful and hard thrusts making both men weak in their minds as they make-out.

It wasn't enough, not for Stoic!reader at least.

Making Simon cum once more, Stoic!reader guides Price's cock back into Simon's asshole, allowing him to set the pace before shoving the strap-on into Price's ass. Unrelenting thrusts making Price's orgasms come and go, Simon watching and aching as he watches his Captain break into nothing but a grunting and crying mess that falls onto his chest. The cuffs being used as a rein.

After dumb-fucking the Captain into submission, Simon was next. Price already tired and half-asleep next to him, while he gets his cock stroked, hair pulled back and his ass mercilessly pounded into till both his cock and ass were numb from overstimulation.

Of course after everything, Stoic!reader does aftercare, cleaning both of their superiors. Tucking them in before dimming the lights as the two fall asleep.

Though two nosey sergeants were waiting for them outside the door.

Oops-

[ms-demeanor]

I have a Canadian friend whose mom is a chiropractor, but from what he and another Canadian friend described a Canadian "chiropractor" sounds more like a US "Doctor of Osteopathy". As someone who is very anti-chiropractor do you know if this is accurate? They seemed shocked by what I described of US chiropractors.

So in the post that I made about chiropractors, the link about chiropractors practicing medicine that they aren't qualified to and aren't supposed to, it's a link to research done in Manitoba.

NOWHERE are chiropractors supposed to do anything other than spinal manipulation; they aren't general practitioners, they aren't doctors.

US DO: Is able to prescribe medication, refer patients to specialists, provide treatment for a variety of disorders depending on their specialty (which can include everything from dermatology to cardiology).

Chiropractor anywhere: spinal manipulation and lies about what is covered by spinal manipulation unless they have a medical license IN ADDITION to being a chiropractor, which you can check with your region's medical licensing board (in most places you can look up a doctor in a government database and find out if they are licensed and qualified as a doctor).

Here is the scope of practice for chiropractors in Ontario laid out by the 1991 Chiropractic Act:

dysfunctions or disorders arising from the structures or functions of the spine and the effects of those dysfunctions or disorders on the nervous system; and

dysfunctions or disorders arising from the structures or functions of the joints.

And here are the treatments they are allowed to provide:

In the course of engaging in the practice of chiropractic, a member is authorized, subject to the terms, conditions and limitations imposed on his or her certificate of registration, to perform the following:

Communicating a diagnosis identifying, as the cause of a person’s symptoms,

a disorder arising from the structures or functions of the spine and their effects on the nervous system, or

a disorder arising from the structures or functions of the joints of the extremities.

Moving the joints of the spine beyond a person’s usual physiological range of motion using a fast, low amplitude thrust.

Putting a finger beyond the anal verge for the purpose of manipulating the tailbone

I really like that Ontario specifies the exact way in which a chiropractor is allowed to finger your asshole.

SO the thing is that looking at that list you might go "oh well it makes sense for chiropractors to treat lower back pain and knee injuries and such" but that's not what they *mean* when they say "dysfunctions or disorders arising from the structures or functions of the spine and the effects of those dysfunctions or disorders on the nervous system" because Chiropractic is an entire whole ass fake system of medicine so they consider *all* illnesses to be "disorders arising from the structures or the function of the spine." So they choose to treat asthma because they believe that asthma is caused by subluxation and they don't treat it with albuterol sulfate they treat it with spinal manipulation.

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

[Corrupt Anon] Figured as much- p.s wanna know smthing? First time writing this kind of NSFW stuff *cackles*

Let's just say, stoic!reader has stumbled across the very rare arguments that Price and Simon get into- oh no.

Stoic!reader who didn't expect Price to be at fault for said fight(rare for him to be the to start it), is now on his hands and knees, mouth indulged around the base of Simon's cock while reader has him deepthroating the strap-on on reader's bed.

The strap-on being used, was bought for punishments, the girth stretching them out more causing slight (bearable) pain, the length unable to bottom them out leaving a couple of inches exposed. (of course there's safewords).

Stoic!reader who grabs Price by his hair, forcing him to take more of Simon till it touches the back of his throat, making our dear Captain gag, tears welling in his eyes, being roughed handled to the base and back to the tip. Simon already came once from Stoic!reader giving him the same treatment but he knows it was part of the punishment.

Dragging Price by his hair, the scowl on his face still unwavering, words of degradation aimed towards reader, their brows furrow, shoving Simon away from the strap-on, holding death by his shoulders from latching on again (nearly worse than Soap). Stoic!Reader's eyes darkening at the challenge, Price hoping by the end, he'd regret his words.

Stoic!Reader who gets out a cock-ring and latches it onto Price, using cuffs around his wrists before shoving him on top of Simon. Grabbing his cock and guiding it inside Simon's pretty, little rim till he's nice and deep, both men groaning in unison. Looking at their desperate Captain, trying to rut into Simon's ass but this was punishment for the both of them, remember?

Stoic!Reader has their foot against Price's tailbone, controlling the pace for the both of them, painfully slow and barely going deep enough for both of them to get off on. Simon's pre-cum coating both of their small patches of hair that trails down to the base of their cocks, making both men whine like bitches in heat, stoic!reader's eyes hardening to keep them both in line, a reminder this is what happens if they disobey.

Simon being the first to apologise but was hushed by stoic!reader since he didn't start the fight but was told he was a 'good boy' for apologising anyways, earning him stoic!reader's strap-on after they remove Price's dick from Simon's hole. (ofc the old man whimpered).

Simon groaning and grunting finally at the stimulation he craves, making Price so envious that our little Captain begs forgiveness just to get a taste of what Simon had. Of course reader takes care of their Captain... after Simon cums twice, before grabbing both of their dicks in the middle, rubbing them together with both of their hands.

Whining coming from Simon being overstimulated already from the two harsh orgasms, while Price ruts trying to chase his own release.

Sigh, such handfuls. Stoic!reader gives them what they want, of course, after being such good boys! Fucking both of them at the same time, switching between holes with powerful and hard thrusts making both men weak in their minds as they make-out.

It wasn't enough, not for Stoic!reader at least.

Making Simon cum once more, Stoic!reader guides Price's cock back into Simon's asshole, allowing him to set the pace before shoving the strap-on into Price's ass. Unrelenting thrusts making Price's orgasms come and go, Simon watching and aching as he watches his Captain break into nothing but a grunting and crying mess that falls onto his chest. The cuffs being used as a rein.

After dumb-fucking the Captain into submission, Simon was next. Price already tired and half-asleep next to him, while he gets his cock stroked, hair pulled back and his ass mercilessly pounded into till both his cock and ass were numb from overstimulation.

Of course after everything, Stoic!reader does aftercare, cleaning both of their superiors. Tucking them in before dimming the lights as the two fall asleep.

Though two nosey sergeants were waiting for them outside the door.

Oops-

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THAT'S THE STUFF

[naviculariis]

Okay so. Serious post time. I'm gonna put this entire thing under a cut, but I'm also gonna post some TWs here: medical malpractice, uncertain diagnoses, family trauma / drama, grief, anxiety rambles???

But I am gonna take like. A semi-hiatus, just so I can catch up on what I owe.

I haven't talked about this over here, or on Tumblr in general. Only one person who follows me here knows about this bc we're friends on another platform.

So.

Y'all have noticed, my days don't follow a set schedule. I've been unemployed since my campus suddenly closed with very little warning back in '22. Immediately after that closing, we took a small trip to MS to be with family for Christmas, and that trip was... Bad. And on the 1st of last year, I had an accident- i was taking down Christmas lights and fell and busted open my head. I had an untreated, late diagnosed concussion thar no one really... followed up on, and have had slight memory loss even now from it.

So I couldn't work until my head healed up from that.

But that's not the medical thing. That is my mother. In October 2021, my mother went in for a routine stint placement that resulted in loss of almost total blood flow to her left leg for 36 hours. They almost had to amputate, she almost died on the table twice, she was hospitalized for a year. ( we've tried the legal route, but because the doctor never admitted fault on paper, he cannot be held liable & suing hospitals is... Difficult. Even though she has permanent damage, can no longer feel anything below the knee, and has to wear a brace to walk. ) My mother already had a weak heart to begin with due to years of smoking + cardiac disease. This was the first nail, essentially. This damaged her heart... a lot.

Back to the concussion. 4 days after my concussion, she had a massive heart attack that nearly killed her. She flatlined twice on the table. It was after this that we got confirmation that she is in congestive heart failure. My grandfather died from it. It's

... It's hard. We don't know which stage she's in because her cardiologist won't tell us, but we think she's in stage 2, or maybe 3. We don't know. But because of this, I am the one who takes care of 95% of everything around the house & outside. I do lawncare, I do the planting, I do the garden. She can do a lot, still, but when her heart gets going- it's painful. So I've been her caretaker since 2021 when the initial accident happened.

My grandmother is nearly 90 and has... Many health problems but somehow is also doing better than most folks I know. She's a mystery. And my aunt had a double knee surgery but somethings wrong with her knees, and they think the surgeries rejected, so she can't get around well or drive longer than an hour away. My grandmother no longer drives & isn't renewing her license. My mother can drive, but we don't want her to unless ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY.

So I'm the only one who can drive them around.

I have my own medical issues [ anxiety, depression, type 1 diabetes, cracked tailbone that never got treatment & is giving me hell for that- ]

So. Basically. A lot of my time isn't my time. And when I do have free time, I do try to write and chat as much as I can. At night, after I get mom to bed, I call my partner warner and we get a few hours together and then we have to go to sleep bc we're in a ldr & their timezone is an hour ahead of mine.

... I'm rambling.

It's just. It's hard sometimes. And a lot of the time I sort of sit on my back porch and cry because I'm doing this- physically- alone. Literally everyone else is 4+ hours away across the state. Or 9 hours south on the Gulf Coast, or 7 hours south in Louisiana.

I do try to stay on top of things the best I can, I really really do, but things slip through my fingers. I'm gonna try my best to get all caught up over this coming week, I think. But if my responses are delayed for threads, for discord messages- chances are, I'm busy with one of my lil ol' ladies.

On top of all of this, I live in a town of less than 900, the nearest city is 45 minutes in any direction, and the nearest BIG city is 2+ hours in any direction. Finding a job that isn't in Healthcare is impossible. And I have nothing against those who are in healthcare- I applaud you. But all of my trauma can be tied back to hospital ERs and any time I step foot into a hospital, I immediately have anxiety & can only hear the night we learned about my dad. So I physically cannot force myself to go into that field.

Which is... a whole other thing, this is getting too long. But I've been searching for a job for the past year and a half, have had 5 interviews, each one ended with "thanks for interviewing! However,". It's hard.

So I just.

My plate is a lil bit full. But I love writing. I love the rpc. It'sa comfort and a joy and I love meeting new friends and making new connections and I want to do this as long as I can but sometimes things get a little slow. That's all.

... anyways yeah. Semi hiatus. Cool.

[blatantescapism]

Today’s the day I finally get treatment that might actually reduce (or eliminate!!) my chronic pelvic pain!

The tailbone is physically warped in a not fixable way, so they’re instead going to do a nerve block to make that specific pain signal shut up.

which means using fancy imaging tech to guide a needle through that part of the tailbone,

and they’re not going to be putting me to sleep for it… just doing a local painkiller.

I have a long history of not actually being numbed by local painkiller,

so I am

~ Apprehensive ~

[celiaelise]

I have so much unwarranted anxiety over my stupid big toe being maybe probably a tiny bit fractured. It's been a lot better lately, but it's still sensitive, like, when I accidentally bump it into things. (happened twice today) and I can't move it up or down as much as normal, even though it doesn't hurt. Tomorrow will have been a month since the injury.

Cause despite my refusal to engage in any exercise outside of my daily walking around for the last few years, the fact is that I've always drawn comfort from the knowledge of what my body is capable of, even if I don't take advantage of it, especially having grown up as a dancer. And the possibility of that being taken from me is scary. Which I guess is a fear that all able-bodied people confront when the possibility of becoming disabled rears its head. Which makes me feel kind of shitty, because how can I call myself an ally to disabled people if I'm scared of gaining even a fraction of what they deal with?

(I KNOW pain and disability are not a contest, and that I'm being very Catholic about this, but it's still how I feel :/ )

Though I've always been clumsy, I've never had an injury before that could potentially impact my mobility like this. (Just two broken fingers and a bruised tailbone.)

And then, on top of all of this, I know that none of it matters anyway because there's almost certainly nothing to be done for my foot that I'm not already doing!!

Like, I saw my primary care the other day, (unrelated, routine checkup; actually, they have been scheduling those somewhat frequently and I really ought to ask why) and the guy was like, "we could refer you to a podiatrist if you want. Just remember that's an option!" I know that wouldn't actually achieve anything, (in terms of available treatments or whatever) but part of me still wants to do it in case I can learn more about what's going on, both with this injury, and my freakish, dance-damaged feet in general. But doctors rarely understand my desire for knowledge anyway; they are all about Solutions. Which is annoying, and I'm still struggling with speaking up for myself in those situations.

Also my parents keep telling me that it's going to take forever to heal, will never completely get better, and is going to turn into arthritis when I'm older. Which is scaring me because I believe them!! They're not right about everything, but they do both have substantial experience/knowledge with health stuff and injuries, AND I'm biologically similar to them!

[hearsayhorizons]

Chronic Pain

Years ago while on my feet in retail, something popped in my tailbone. I was fine that day, but I woke up the next day and couldn't get out of bed. I couldn't sit up for two months. After that, I couldn't move very fast or very far, and I had to go to physical therapy twice a week for almost a year, then once a week, then once a month, until finally, I was free.

I still had complications from BEING someone with "a bad back," but it fell into the same category over time as my slight right-side cerebral palsy: a gray disability that I usually ignored or worked around rather than have people give me grief about why I could lift that, but not this, why I could stand then but not now. As I'm older and wiser, I stick with "don't lift anything" rather than needing to explain good days, or risking my good days doing more than it turns out I should.

I used to have this chronic back pain, four-a-week nauseating migraines, and a damaged nerve in my arm from a bad fall that made me want to die every day.

The back pain eased up as noted, the migraines have been diagnosed and the treatment has been so effective that I cried at the nurse practitioner because someone listened to me, and surgery took care of the arm--I have a gnarly shark-mouth scar on my arm, but I no longer have that daily under-the-skin pain that made me me want to cut my arm off.

A few days ago I sat too casually, twisted--and something popped in my back, just between the shoulder blades. Hurt then, hurts now, lessens when I walk but makes sleeping difficult.

I miss being in less pain. Not even pain-free, but less. I miss being able to stand up without calculating or grabbing hold of the desk. Able to do things without double or more the cost in energy because of the gremlin pressing its feet into my back and making even breathing a chore. I definitely feel more pessimistic about everything when everything feels so much harder, like there's a ceiling over me or someone pressing me down.

I've always had a concern about "wearing out" my husband's patience due to my upbringing and neuroses, and I worry about how often I can cry or mope or freak out about this without running into either that or my fear of it--because I want to do all those things all the time, because this is all the time.

I know I didn't take my health for granted, but it feels like I did.

[osp-originals]

That Time Lucas Broke his Ass and Passed Out

This is set in Penelope, Armando and Lucas’ sophomore (second) year, when Pen had just joined the film club, so she and Lucas have not know each other very long

Inspired by #7 and #2 on my favorite whump tropes list

TW: breaking bones, syncope/fainting, avoiding medical treatment (due to the cost)

———

All he was going to do was walk backwards while filming. He had done this many times before. Totally normal situation.

Little did he know, this time would be anything but normal.

“Camera?” the director, Henry, said.

“Rolling,” Lucas responded as he pressed the ‘record’ button on the device.

It was his first time using the university’s biggest, heaviest, fanciest, and most expensive camera.

“Sound?” Henry asked.

“Speed,” said the sound tech, Penelope.

“Scene one, shot one-A, take two, marker,” Armando, the assistant director, said.

He then let the top of the clapboard fall, making the distinctive loud click. He stepped to the side.

“Action!”

The actors began saying their lines and walking toward Lucas. He started walking backwards quickly to keep pace with them. His mind was focused intensely on keeping the shot steady and walking smoothly. His feet barely lifted off the ground.

His heel caught on something. Sounds of concern came from several people in the room.

In the next few seconds, several thoughts raced through his mind.

Oh shit, I’m falling!

I can’t drop this camera. It’s way too expensive!

Welp, this is going to hurt, but it’s a sacrifice I’m going to have to make.

In real time, it just looked like him falling unceremoniously on his butt without even trying to catch himself.

It was way worse than he thought it would be. His tailbone smacked the tile floor hard. The pain shot up like a bullet through his spine. He definitely felt the right side of the bone crack.

“FUCK!” he yelled out involuntarily.

“Ooch, that’s gotta hurt,” Henry said.

Lucas squeezed his eyes shut and breathed shakily and slowly, trying not to scream.

“Are you okay?” Penelope asked.

The lightheadedness started to creep in.

Oh, I should’ve expected this…

He carefully set the camera down next to him.

“I think I actually broke my ass,” Lucas said.

Henry couldn’t hold back laughter. Lucas cracked a slight smile. He couldn’t say it wasn’t funny, even though it was extremely painful.

“Seriously?” Henry asked incredulously.

“Yeah, seriously,” Lucas responded.

Henry laughed even harder.

“Here, I’ll help you up,” Penelope offered.

He finally opened his eyes to see that she was standing next to him, holding her hand out for him to take.

He didn’t want to move, but he couldn’t just sit there forever. He grabbed her hand and started to pull himself up. The pain spiked, as he expected it to, and he pushed through it and stood up.

That may have been a bad idea.

The lightheadedness increased as well, as it usually did in response to pain. The room started to spin. He stumbled forward a few steps as his vision filled with colorful sparks. Penelope caught him by the shoulder and steadied him.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, just a bit dizzy,” he answered, leaning his head down to try to get the blood flow back. “It happens to me sometimes.”

“You should probably sit down then.”

“I’d rather lie down, considering my ass is broken,” he quipped.

“Okay, yeah,” she said with a laugh.

She started leading him to the nearest bench, her hand on his back. He staggered again. His balance was practically nonexistent. Penelope put his arm over her shoulder so he could lean on her.

He tried to blink away the colored dots but they wouldn’t go away. His legs got weaker and his head spun faster.

He heard her say something, but he couldn’t understand. It felt like he was floating away and falling asleep at the same time.

***

He seemed to be leaning on her shoulders more and more. She looked over and noticed his face looked paler than normal.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she said.

The blush vanished from his cheeks. His eyes rolled back and he went limp in her arms.

“Lucas!?”

Luckily, he was rather light and she was rather strong, so she lowered him gently to the floor so he was laying on his front.

“Did he just pass out?” Armando asked in disbelief.

“I guess so,” Penelope answered. “Lucas?”

Everyone started to gather around him.

“What the hell? Why would he pass out?” Henry wondered aloud.

“I don’t know,” Penelope said. “He said he was dizzy, and he said ‘it happens sometimes,’ and then he just… went out.”

“Oh, if it happens sometimes then this might be, like, normal for him,” said senior and director of photography, Olivia. “So maybe we shouldn’t freak out about it yet. Plus, I’ve seen him get dizzy before.”

“Did he faint though?” Penelope questioned.

“No, he just sat down for a bit and had a snack and he was fine,” Olivia explained.

“Look, I think he’s waking up,” Armando noted.

***

The first thing he was aware of was some voices talking around him. The second was the white-hot pain in his ass. (No, not inside his ass. In the bone.)

Then he opened his eyes. Things were somewhat blurry, but he could see the floor and two sets of shoes and someone kneeling in front of his face. He noticed his cheek was pressed up against the cold tile floor.

Why am I laying on the floor?

He blinked the blur away and recognized the person kneeling in front of him was Penelope.

Nothing made sense. He didn’t understand what anyone was saying, where he was, or why he was there. Penelope seemed to realize she wasn’t getting through to him and placed her hand on his back. The feeling of it helped him stop panicking.

That’s really nice of her. She looks so worried about me, too. What should I say to her?

“Hi, Penelope,” he slurred out.

“Oh, hey, he said something!” she said to the others. “Hi, Lucas. Can you hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear you,” he responded.

“Good.”

“How do you feel right now?” Olivia asked him.

“Uh.. weird,” Lucas replied.

The feeling in his head was hard to describe, and it certainly wasn’t a state of mind that lent itself well to putting difficult descriptions into words.

“Are you still dizzy? Lightheaded?” she asked.

“No, that’s not it,” he told her.

The feeling was slowly disappearing.

“Well, have you ever passed out before?” Penelope asked him.

He took a second to process the fact that that must be what just happened—he passed out—and then to remember whether it had happened before.

“Yeah, I have,” he said. “Twice, I think. And it’s always been when I was in a lot of pain.”

“Ohhh. I guess this makes sense, then,” Olivia figured.

Lucas propped himself up on his elbows.

“Yeah, and a couple of times, I’ve just gotten a bit dizzy when something hurts. A lot of times, actually.”

“Oh, alright,” Penelope said. “Well, if you think you actually broke a bone, I guess you should go to an ER or something.”

“What are they gonna do, put my ass in a cast? No. I’m not gonna pay a bunch of money for them to tell me it’s broken and send me home.”

“They’d probably give you prescription painkillers,” Olivia suggested.

“Maybe,” Lucas admitted. “But I’m fine without them.”

“Are you sure?” Penelope questioned. “You did just say you pass out from pain a lot. That sounds… rather inconvenient.”

“It’ll be fine. I have Tylenol.”

“If you say so.”

———

The end

I’ll definitely be doing some follow-ups to this set at different points in his recovery!

[thefoulbeast]

This is part 4. The stalker Maggot finds himself tricked by Clara, who promises to show him the truth of the Zone.

words: 1556

warnings: n/a

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-CLARA MUST ATTEND TO BUSINESS IN THE ZONE. MAGGOT FOLLOWS CLARA LIKE A MISERABLE DOG THROUGH THE EXPANSE OF THE STEPPE, FOR HIS OWN SAFEKEEPING.-

“Are you still angry?” Clara asks some days later.

Maggot refuses to give her the pleasure of a response, only looking at here with a withering glare.

He’s been giving her the silent treatment for lack of any better way to show his displeasure at getting shot. It fucking hurts, still, and there’s no painkillers or booze to be had around here – so the throb is constant and biting, and keeps him up at night. The wound is ugly and big, puckering awkwardly under the bandages. Hot and tender to the touch. He can feel it pulse whenever he moves his leg a bit too much, and the pain that shoots up his thigh is nothing short of scream-worthy.

“I just- I didn’t want you to leave! Everyone always leaves me!” Clara exclaims, a genuine vein of upset in her voice. She appears sad at Maggot’s standoffishness, so at least that is working in showing her he doesn’t appreciate the stunt she pulled in the least.

Still, she’s been bringing him antibiotic pills of fuck-knows what origins and helping him change the bandages every day despite his protests. She also continues to give him food and water, which he is, of course, thankful for. Except that she shot him to keep him here.

Clara saved his life once, and now seems to think it is hers to play games with. Well, Maggot refuses to be an easy pawn to mess with.

She crouches right beside him, face pulled into an impressively sorry pout, “Please talk to me? I won’t shoot you again, I promise.”

He musters a glare and looks at her over his hunched shoulder. He’s coiled tight, all but wrapping around his wounded leg that’s stretched out on the floor in front of him. He hasn’t moved much from this position in days now, except to hobble around the room when Clara’s gone, and it’s starting to hurt his tailbone quite bad. “What.” Maggot grinds out lowly after a moment of stifling eye contact.

“Can you give me another chance? I know how to make you see,” Clara says, still with her eyes wide and pleading. A childish expression on her if he ever saw one.

He raises an eyebrow.

“I know some people-” she says, “- living out in the Zone, like me. They have a way to see like I do. I can give it to you, then you’ll get it. Then you’ll see.”

“It won’t harm me?” Maggot asks, wary. He doesn’t like the nature of her offer. The ambiguity.

“It won’t, I promise,” Clara utters vehemently, “It’s safe – they use it from time to time when long runs into the Zone are necessary.”

Perhaps he’s soft. Perhaps it’s the fact that Clara is pleading. Perhaps it’s the long days getting to him, or the hope slowly rotting in him from the constant pain. But he nods – curt and short, but an agreement either way.

“Thank you, thank you,” Clara squeaks and wraps her arms around his shoulders, “you won’t regret it!”

He has a hard time believing that, but even so he cracks half a friendly smile at her enthusiasm. If nothing else, she’s still a child, as proven by her excitements and fixations. The things she’s done to him aside, he wants to be kind to her. Begrudgingly, at least.

“Will you come with me?” she asks, suddenly, “It isn’t far.”

“With my bad leg?”

“It’s much better now than it was,” she reasons.

He hems on the thought for a moment, but then sighs, “As long as you lead me around the anomalies and keep the mutants at bay, Zoneling.”

“Of corse, stalker,” she agrees with a bright grin.

They pack lightly, but Clara shoulders the bag herself despite Maggot’s protests. He’s left with a broken rifle as a crutch and light shoulders.

Clara’s walk is purposeful, despite the way her path meanders seemingly illogically – but Maggot knows she’s walking around the anomalies. It is bone-chillingly scary to watch her walk this way, without as much as a bolt thrown at any time. His fingers itch despite himself, and once or twice he almost shouts when he catches the shimmer of something invisible in the air just in front of Clara that she walks around carelessly.

His own pace is what slows them down – the weight on his shot leg is no good no matter how short the trek might be according to Clara. He finds himself thinking he shouldn’t have agreed to come; he should’ve stayed at the hut and waited like a dog instead. His cheeks burn under his balaclava whenever Clara stops in her tracks and turns around to wait for him to catch up to her. He feels pitiful. And worse yet, Clara pities him.

“Just a bit more,” she promises once he’s just about a metre away, “You can see it now, over the hill.”

And there is something indeed. A large and looming thing, crumbling concrete and grey lichen. It appears to be a train-end, or perhaps a giant cellar. It doesn’t make sense – why would it be out here? But then, in the Zone, stranger things are possible, like vortexes that rend a man limb from limb within the span of a blink. Thus – Maggot eyes the construction balefully, but makes no particular protest against its appearance.

A shiver passes down his back at the mouth of the entrance. A bad sign, every stalker knows. An omen that makes him pause just on the cusp. I shouldn’t go here, he thinks. But Clara, several steps in, turns around and looks at him with such a trustworthy expression, “Why’d you stop?”

How does one explain the instincts of a stalker to someone who doesn’t need them? How does one convey that bone-deep terror that stops a man in his tracks? “I don’t like this,” he says simply.

“Trust me,” Clara says, a smile on her face, hand reaching out towards him from the half-shadow of the tunnel, “Take my hand, if it makes you feel better.”

And he does. And they go. And it grows darker and darker still in the tunnel, and there is no light to be had. Clara leads him by the hand as one would lead a particularly scared dog by the leash. And Maggot cannot help but think, I’ve made a mistake. Though he doesn’t think when it occurred, or what the nature of his folly is; he simply knows that it exists somewhere between Clara’s hut and here.

In the pitch-blackness of the tunnel, where the mouth of it remains a pinprick of white in the far-off distance, Clara lets go of his hand, and Maggot stumbles blindly.

“Are we here?” he asks, fearfully.

There is a sound of quiet walking – Clara circles him – or walks an arc around him. Maggot finds his unease growing exponentially. It occurs to him that Clara might be able to see in the dark, unlike him.

This does nothing to ease his sudden, growing worry.

“We are here,” she says behind him.

And as Maggot turns around to face her, she pushes him. Maggot sumbles back one step, two – and his footing gives way.

The fall is painful and unexpected. He lands on his back, having just barely curled forward to spare his head, the air knocked out of him. He chokes, trying to pull air into his lungs, but finds them seizing up. His bad leg screams at the jolt of his landing. The darkness spins around him in a whirl.

“I’m sorry,” Clara says, her voice tiny somewhere above him, “I simply could not trust you after you tried to leave. I’ll come back for you, I promise, I’ll get you out. Just – just trust me. I’ll show you the true nature of the Zone.”

Maggot tries to speak, but can only gasp, “You-! Why-!”

“It’s for your own good,” and she sounds distressed, and sad, like he’s pushed her hand, and isn’t that just the worst of it?

The darkness looms.

“This place is safe, I promise,” Clara goes on to say, “So close to mother’s vein that no anomalies and no mutants will hurt you. Just – don’t try to dig, lest you want to drown.”

“What-?”

There is a thud beside him – the backpack thrown into the pit.

“There’s food and medicine for you. I’ll come back, I promise, I promise.”

The shiver makes sense now. The feeling of having made a mistake makes sense now. She’ll leave him here – in the dark. Will she really come back to get him once she gets whatever she needs? What if something happens to her on the way? Is this how he dies? Is this the end?

“Please, don’t,” he pleads, scrambling up and forwards, blindly hitting the wall of the pit. Soft, supple dirt under his hands. He reaches up to feel for the edge of the pit, but it’s too high. He tries to jump, and cannot reach it that way either.

“I had to,” Clara says, and there is something of an accusation in her voice, as well as the attempt to sooth a spooked horse, “But it’ll be over soon, okay? Just a few days – then I’ll be back.”

[raiyan1]

Lumbar Spondylitis

Spondylosis, which is general degeneration of the spine, at the junction of the L5 and S1 vertebrae is a common place for deterioration of cartilaginous anatomy, like the intervertebral discs and facet joints, to occur. The abbreviations L5 and S1 refer to the last vertebra of the lumbar spine (lower back) and the first vertebra of the sacral spine (right above the tailbone).

It is important to keep in mind that spondylosis itself is not a diagnosis or the cause of lower back pain. Rather, spinal weakening that comes with spondylosis can lead to conditions like facet disease and degenerative disc disease, which can manifest as ruptured discs, disc protrusions, bone spurs, spondylolisthesis, or spinal stenosis.

Sciatica and Its Connection to Spondylosis

Spondylosis

When spondylosis leads to spinal abnormalities around the L5 and S1 vertebrae, the sciatic nerve can experience compression. The sciatic nerve is the longest and widest nerve in the entire body and it innervates the buttocks, hip joints, legs, feet, and toes. Compression of this nerve gives rise to radicular pain that can travel through all of these regions.

Sciatica symptoms include:

Numbness

Pain

Weakness

Tingling

Ayurvedic Treatment for Lumbar spondylosis Lower Back Pain Ayurvedic treatment

[enterprisewired]

Empowering Wellness: The Role of Pelvic Floor Physical Therapy in Women’s Health

Pelvic floor physical therapy is a specialized form of physical therapy focused on treating conditions related to the pelvic floor muscles, ligaments, and connective tissues. These muscles play a crucial role in supporting the pelvic organs, including the bladder, uterus, and rectum, and are essential for bladder and bowel control, sexual function, and overall pelvic stability. Pelvic floor dysfunction can occur due to various factors such as childbirth, trauma, surgery, chronic illness, aging, or lifestyle habits, leading to symptoms like urinary incontinence, pelvic pain, sexual dysfunction, and pelvic organ prolapse.

Let’s explore the importance of this therapy, the common conditions treated, the therapeutic techniques employed, and the benefits it offers for women’s health and well-being.

Understanding Pelvic Floor Dysfunction:

Pelvic floor dysfunction refers to a range of disorders affecting the pelvic floor muscles, including weakness, tightness, spasms, or poor coordination. Common pelvic floor disorders include:

1. Urinary Incontinence

Involuntary leakage of urine due to weak or overactive pelvic floor muscles, is often associated with factors such as pregnancy, childbirth, menopause, or obesity.

2. Pelvic Organ Prolapse

Descent or bulging of pelvic organs (e.g., bladder, uterus, rectum) into the vaginal canal due to weakened pelvic floor support, resulting in symptoms like pelvic pressure, discomfort, or vaginal bulging.

3. Pelvic Pain Syndromes

Chronic pelvic pain disorders such as dyspareunia (painful intercourse), vulvodynia (vulvar pain), interstitial cystitis (bladder pain), or coccydynia (tailbone pain) stemming from musculoskeletal, neurological, or visceral sources.

4. Sexual Dysfunction

Diminished sexual arousal, desire, or satisfaction due to pelvic floor muscle dysfunction, contributes to conditions like vaginismus (involuntary vaginal muscle spasms) or erectile dysfunction in men.

The Role of Pelvic Floor Physical Therapy:

It aims to address pelvic floor dysfunction through specialized evaluation, manual therapy techniques, therapeutic exercises, biofeedback, and patient education. The goals of pelvic floor physical therapy include:

1. Pelvic Floor Assessment

A comprehensive assessment is conducted to evaluate pelvic floor muscle strength, tone, flexibility, endurance, coordination, and proprioception, as well as assess for any musculoskeletal or neurological impairments contributing to symptoms.

2. Individualized Treatment Plan

Based on the assessment findings, a personalized treatment plan is developed to address the specific needs and goals of each patient. Treatment may include a combination of manual therapy techniques, therapeutic exercises, biofeedback training, electrical stimulation, relaxation techniques, and lifestyle modifications.

3. Muscle Re-Education and Strengthening

Pelvic floor physical therapy focuses on re-educating and strengthening the pelvic floor muscles to improve muscle function, coordination, and support. Exercises may target pelvic floor muscle activation, relaxation, endurance, and coordination, incorporating techniques such as Kegels, pelvic tilts, bridges, squats, and diaphragmatic breathing.

4. Manual Therapy Techniques

Hands-on techniques such as myofascial release, trigger point therapy, soft tissue mobilization, joint mobilization, and visceral manipulation may be used to release muscle tension, improve tissue mobility, and restore pelvic alignment and function.

5. Biofeedback and Electrical Stimulation

Biofeedback therapy involves using sensors to provide real-time feedback on pelvic floor muscle activity, helping patients learn to control and strengthen their muscles more effectively. Electrical stimulation uses low-level electrical currents to stimulate pelvic floor muscles, improve muscle activation, and alleviate symptoms.

6. Education and Behavioral Modification

Patients receive education on pelvic anatomy and function, bladder and bowel habits, posture, body mechanics, ergonomics, and lifestyle factors that may contribute to pelvic floor dysfunction. Behavioral modifications such as fluid intake management, toileting techniques, and dietary changes may be recommended to optimize pelvic health.

Benefits of Pelvic Floor Physical Therapy:

Pelvic floor physical therapy offers numerous benefits for women’s health and well-being, including:

1. Improved Bladder and Bowel Control

Strengthening and coordinating pelvic floor muscles can enhance bladder and bowel function, reducing symptoms of urinary and fecal incontinence and promoting continence and voiding efficiency.

2. Reduced Pelvic Pain

Manual therapy techniques and relaxation exercises can alleviate pelvic pain symptoms, improve tissue mobility, reduce muscle tension, and enhance overall pelvic comfort and mobility.

3. Enhanced Sexual Function

By addressing pelvic floor muscle dysfunction and promoting relaxation and flexibility, pelvic floor physical therapy can improve sexual arousal, sensation, and orgasmic response, leading to enhanced sexual satisfaction and intimacy.

4. Prevention and Management of Pelvic Organ Prolapse

Strengthening pelvic floor muscles and improving pelvic support can help prevent or reduce the progression of pelvic organ prolapse, alleviating symptoms and improving pelvic organ support and stability.

5. Optimized Pregnancy and Postpartum Recovery

Pelvic floor physical therapy can help prepare women for pregnancy, childbirth, and postpartum recovery by strengthening pelvic floor muscles, optimizing pelvic alignment, and addressing musculoskeletal imbalances or dysfunction.

6. Empowerment and Self-Management

Pelvic floor physical therapy empowers patients to take an active role in managing their pelvic health and well-being through education, self-care techniques, and lifestyle modifications, promoting long-term symptom relief and self-efficacy.

Conclusion:

Pelvic floor physical therapy plays a vital role in promoting women’s pelvic health and addressing pelvic floor dysfunction through specialized assessment, treatment, and education. By addressing underlying musculoskeletal, neurological, and behavioral factors contributing to pelvic floor dysfunction, physical therapists help patients achieve optimal pelvic function, comfort, and quality of life. With a personalized treatment approach focused on strengthening pelvic floor muscles, improving bladder and bowel control, reducing pelvic pain, and enhancing sexual function, this therapy empowers women to reclaim their pelvic health, confidence, and vitality.

Also Read: The 8 Dimensions of Health and Wellness: A Guide to Holistic Health

[oberonwinston]

What are the Symptoms and Treatment Options for Pilonidal Cysts?

A pilonidal cyst is an unwanted growth at the tailbone end, originating from hair follicle growth. It grows into a tissue sac and can be harmless. However, if infected or larger, it can cause pain and necessitate surgery. Symptoms should be monitored and treatment should be understood to manage the condition effectively. Learn about the symptoms and treatment options for pilonidal cysts. Educate yourself on managing and preventing this condition effectively.

[laproscopicsuregon]

Proctology Surgery

Are you suffering from anorectal Diseases like Piles, fissures, and Fistula? and Looking for an expert proctologist in Thrissur? then you’re at the right place. Dr. Arun Nair is a qualified and experienced Gastroenterologist and gastro surgeon having more than 15 years of experience in Treating various anorectal problems. Dr. Arun S Nair provides surgical treatment of anorectal illnesses through various medically advanced procedures. In his professional career, he successfully performed more than 5000+ Piles surgeries, 2000+ Fistula surgeries, and 1000+ Colon surgeries. He is also renowned as the best colorectal and rectal surgeon in Thrissur. If you and your loved one facing any anorectal problems then You can get in touch with Dr. Arun S Nair for your anorectal health issues. You can book an appointment on our website or call us to get treated by leading proctologists in Thrissur.

What are Proctologist and Proctology Surgery?

A proctologist is a medical doctor who specializes in the diagnosis and treatment of disorders related to the rectum, anus, and colon. Proctology is the branch of medicine that focuses on these areas and their associated conditions. Proctologists are also sometimes referred to as colorectal surgeons. Dr. Arun S Nair is one of the best proctologists in Thrissur and all over Kerala who has experience in treating various anorectal disease and colon diseases.

Some common procedures performed by Dr. Arun S Nair include:

Colon and Rectal Cancer Surgery: Surgical removal of tumors or affected portions of the colon and rectum in cases of cancer.

Piles: Surgical removal of hemorrhoids (swollen blood vessels in the anus or rectum).

Anal Fistula Repair: Surgery to correct an abnormal tunnel-like passage that forms between the anal canal and the skin surrounding the anus.

Anal Fissure Surgery: Surgical procedures to treat chronic anal fissures (tears in the lining of the anus).

Rectal Prolapse Repair: Surgical correction of rectal prolapse, where the rectum protrudes from the anus.

Pilonidal Sinus: A pilonidal sinus, often referred to as a pilonidal cyst, is a condition that involves the development of a small tunnel or tract under the skin, typically at the top of the buttocks, near the tailbone

Inflammatory Bowel Disease Surgery: Surgical options for conditions like Crohn’s disease and ulcerative colitis when medical management is insufficient.

Colostomy/Ileostomy: Surgical creation of an opening (stoma) in the abdomen to divert waste when a portion of the colon or small intestine needs to be bypassed.

Colectomy: Surgical removal of all or part of the colon, often performed for conditions like diverticulitis, cancer, or inflammatory bowel disease.

When you visit Proctologist?

Visiting a proctologist is recommended if you are experiencing below symptoms such as:

Rectal Bleeding: If you notice blood in your stools, on toilet paper, or in the toilet bowl, it’s important to consult a proctologist to determine the cause. Rectal bleeding can be a symptom of various conditions, including hemorrhoids, anal fissures, or colorectal cancer.

Persistent Pain or Discomfort: If you are experiencing persistent pain, discomfort, or irritation around the rectal or anal area, a proctologist can diagnose the underlying cause and recommend appropriate treatment.

Changes in Bowel Habits: If you have noticed significant changes in your bowel habits, such as sudden diarrhea, constipation, or changes in stool consistency, consulting a proctologist can help identify any underlying issues.

Anal Itching or Irritation: Chronic itching, irritation, or a feeling of discomfort around the anus might be indicative of various conditions that a proctologist can diagnose and treat.

Presence of Lumps or Bumps: If you feel a lump, bump, or swelling in the anal or rectal area, it’s important to have it examined by a proctologist to determine whether it’s a hemorrhoid, cyst, abscess, or another condition.

Suspected Hemorrhoids: If you suspect you have hemorrhoids due to symptoms like pain, itching, swelling, or bleeding around the anus, a proctologist can provide an accurate diagnosis and recommend appropriate treatment.

Family History of Colorectal Conditions: If you have a family history of colorectal conditions or colorectal cancer, it’s advisable to have regular check-ups with a proctologist to monitor your health and catch any potential issues early.

Proctology Surgery Cost in Thrissur:

When it comes to proctology surgery in Thrissur, there are several modern treatment choices available at reasonable prices. Finding the correct therapy that meets your budget is important. The cost of the proctology surgery in Thrissur depends on various factors as follows:

Procedure Type

Severity of Condition

Location

Surgeon’s Expertise

Benefits of Proctology Surgery:

Relief from Pain and Discomfort: Proctology surgery can effectively alleviate pain, itching, and discomfort associated with various proctological conditions, leading to improved quality of life.

Restored Anal Function: Surgical interventions can enhance anal function, making bowel movements easier and less painful.

Reduced Risk of Complications: Timely proctology surgery can prevent the progression of conditions, reducing the risk of complications such as infections and abscesses.

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Understanding Pilonidal Sinus: Causes, Symptoms, and Treatment Options

Pilonidal sinus, often referred to as pilonidal disease or cyst, is a condition that affects the skin at the top of the buttocks crease. While it may not be a common household term, those who have experienced its symptoms understand the discomfort and frustration it can cause. In this blog post, we will explore the causes, symptoms, and treatment options for pilonidal sinus to provide a comprehensive understanding of this condition.

What is Pilonidal Sinus?

Pilonidal sinus is a condition characterized by the development of a small tunnel or cyst in the skin, typically at the top of the buttocks, near the tailbone. The exact cause of pilonidal sinus is not fully understood, but it is believed to be associated with hair growth and friction in the affected area. People who sit for prolonged periods or have excess hair in the area are more prone to developing pilonidal sinus.

Causes of Pilonidal Sinus

The primary cause of pilonidal sinus is thought to be hair penetrating the skin and causing an inflammatory reaction. Other factors that may contribute to the development of pilonidal sinus include:

Friction: Friction from clothing or prolonged sitting can irritate the skin and lead to the formation of a pilonidal sinus.

Genetics: Some studies suggest that genetics may play a role in the development of pilonidal sinus, as it tends to run in families.

Poor Hygiene: Poor hygiene, especially in the buttocks area, can increase the risk of developing pilonidal sinus.

Obesity: Being overweight or obese can increase the likelihood of developing pilonidal sinus, as excess weight can put pressure on the buttocks area.

Inactive Lifestyle: People who sit for long periods, such as truck drivers or office workers, may be more prone to developing pilonidal sinus due to the increased pressure and friction in the buttocks area.

Symptoms of Pilonidal Sinus

The symptoms of pilonidal sinus can vary from person to person but often include:

Pain: Pain in the affected area, especially when sitting or standing for long periods.

Swelling: Swelling around the cyst or sinus opening.

Redness: Redness and tenderness in the affected area.

Drainage: Drainage of pus or blood from the sinus opening.

Fever: In some cases, fever may occur if the sinus becomes infected.

Treatment Options for Pilonidal Sinus

The treatment for pilonidal sinus depends on the severity of the condition and may include:

Home Remedies: For mild cases, home remedies such as warm compresses and good hygiene practices may help reduce symptoms.

Antibiotics: If the sinus is infected, your doctor may prescribe antibiotics to help clear the infection.

Incision and Drainage: In more severe cases, a procedure called incision and drainage may be performed to drain the cyst and remove any hair or debris.

Surgery: For recurrent or chronic cases, surgery may be recommended to remove the sinus and prevent future recurrences. Surgical options include excision, where the sinus is removed entirely, or flap surgery, where surrounding tissue is used to cover the wound.

Prevention of Pilonidal Sinus

While pilonidal sinus may not always be preventable, there are steps you can take to reduce your risk:

Good Hygiene: Keep the buttocks area clean and dry, especially after sweating or physical activity.

Hair Removal: If you have excess hair in the buttocks area, consider hair removal methods such as shaving or waxing.

Avoid Prolonged Sitting: If possible, avoid sitting for long periods to reduce pressure and friction in the buttocks area.

Maintain a Healthy Weight: If you are overweight or obese, losing weight can help reduce the risk of developing pilonidal sinus.

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Conclusion

Pilonidal sinus is a common but often misunderstood condition that can cause discomfort and inconvenience. By understanding the causes, symptoms, and treatment options for pilonidal sinus, you can take steps to manage the condition effectively and reduce the risk of recurrence. If you suspect you have pilonidal sinus, it is important to consult with a healthcare professional for an accurate diagnosis and appropriate treatment plan.

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