#flare up

[permanently-sprained-ankle]

Health update for those who care:

Had a hypomanic episode because I forgot to pick up my antispsychotics

Which led to me overdoing physical activity and therefore a BAD pain flare up that I’m still going through

I have received confirmation via MRI and ultrasound that my ankle has in fact been sprained for six years. My other ankle has considerable damage as well.

Several doctors have mentioned EDS (hypermobile and Classical) to me based on the type of ligament and tendon damage I have

I need to get injections in my ankles and then surgery on the bad one. At least there’s a solution!

Anyways hi I’m back!

[calmmyfears]

when rest and "lazy days" stop being optional, you eventually stop enjoying it. i don't even know how to relax anymore. there's barely any relaxation in rest for me, it's all forced by a sick body.

[sickly-stitches]

"why am I feeling symptoms of my disability?" 😐

[asharestupid]

I don't think people understand how bad cfs actually is. Like whenever I tell ppl a lot of them are like "oh haha yah me too" and just... No??? A few hours ago I was so tired I couldn't even move (not an exaggeration, I was literally stuck in bed, laying down without being able to even turn over) cfs is an actual thing and I hate that ppl do this with things they don't understand. Disabilities aren't adjectives.

[matchakuracat]

No you don't understand what it's like for me. You won't understand what it's like to be chronically ill unless you've personally experienced being chronically ill yourself.

You don't need to fully understand or relate to someone's experience to be empathetic and listen to them.

Saying that you understand when i know for a fact that you don't doesn't make me feel better. Actually listening to what I'm saying does.

[chronically-izzzzle]

[cripple-council]

at the er bc pain got unmanageable, i actually got pain meds this time, the doctor had to give me something bc im in so much pain that an examination wasn’t possible lol

this dude has already exceeded my expectations when it comes to my towns shitty er

[blackholemojis]

could u do maybe someone w an exhausted expression and it says “flare up”

Yep! Hopefully this works, I made two versions

[ID: an emoji of someone with a distressed expression. They have closed eyes and a closed mouth. Above them is the word “flareup,” first in dark mode friendly text, then in light mode friendly text. /End ID]

[ID: an emoji of someone with a droopy, exhausted expression. They have lowered eyes and dark circles under them. Above them is the word “flareup,” first in dark mode friendly text, then in light mode friendly text. /End ID]

[thedisablednaturalist]

How to stop fibromyalgia flare up? Exercise! How to alleviate fibromyalgia pain? Have you exercised today? I cannot move due to fibromyalgia pain. Sounds like someone hasn't been exercising! :)

I FUCKING WALK 6 MILES BACK AND FORTH EVERY DAY. I DO MANUAL LABOR. I STRETCH AND DRINK WATER. MOST OF MY WEIGHT IS MUSCLE. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

[littlemissomega]

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)

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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@liidiaaag

@flourishandblotts-inc

@aagn360

@smromanoff

@butyoudontlookdisabled

[sprinkleofquirk]

I’m so tired of being honest about my pain level and having no one believe me because I don’t show pain the way they expect

[b0atem]

"how many spoons do you have"

i have one (1) shitty plastic spork that doesnt hold anything right

[dreamdropsystem]

flare ups is not your fault

[thevoidpeeringback]

I’ve had a really bad flare up in work, blood pressure all over the place and so dizzy and weak.

What is hurting me the most is that I’m doing everything “right” but I’m still getting these attacks.

I just want to crawl in a hole tonight 😪

[affectionatepanda]

So apparently

A busy week + weird weather + consistent bad sleep = horrible flare up

I hate chronic illness math.

[the-bacon]

I spend a lot of time yelling at myself to remind myself I'm not losing my mind, which can feel counterprodictive at times.

(Which it's not. This is what I'm supposed to do but looking at it from an outside perspective is funny.)

Like right now

Me: God I'm so tired right now. Why am I so tired? I can barely move and I've done nothing all day.

Also Me: YOU'RE CHRONICALLY ILL, SLEPT LIKE SHIT AND JUST GOT BACK FROM 10÷ HOURS OF TRAVELING AFTER A 9 DAY VISIT TO YOUR PARENTS WHO DON'T GET YOU'RE CHRONICALLY ILL.

Me: oh yeah right. That. All of that.

I basically have to be the friend that grabs you by the shoulders and shakes you, but like to myself.