#Flare-up

[scratchandplaster]

A Visit from Dr. Sudeck

CW: flare-up, chronic pain, disabled whumpee

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Overnight, the usual paleness had given way to a weird heat plaguing his hand. Elliot felt it flare even before opening his eyes, what a great start his day decided to have.

He sighed, far too loud to longer suffer in silence, making Chris slip to his bedside in the blink of an eye. His first hunch turned out to be correct. Hand in hand, he inspected the limp, torrid thing closer.

"Huh, I thought you were alright yesterday. Did you practice too much?"

Practice, as if this unorganized jingling could even be called that. Elliot pulled his fingers back to himself, still not comfortable with Chris handling it like he demanded to do: "Today is not yesterday."

"Did you do anything different?"

"No."

"Maybe bumped into something?" he wondered and lowered the shutters - dim lighting to sooth the senses.

"No," Chris' sweet thing huffed, tried to clench his fist and got instantly hit with the electric burn running throughout his arm he was too familiar with by now. Familiar didn't mean it felt any less awful. "That's just how it is sometimes."

Chris would love to stay; to give him tea and pills and a massage and perhaps something more to rise his mood...

"I have to go now," he frowned, "but I could try to talk to my boss about smaller jobs. Can't promise you much, though, y'know how he is." A cancer sprawling out into the only beautiful thing Chris had in his life, that's what Dutch was.

"I'll survive," Elliot scoffed flatly. Please, like I can't manage without your help. A lie he liked to tell himself again and again. At the end of the day, he preferred it over reality.

Close to the threshold, Chris turned around again and shot Elliot a worried look.

"What?" He shuffled over to lie on his right side, staring back at the cause of all of his misery.

"Sorry."

Rolling his eyes, Elliot pulled the covers back over his head.

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Prompt: migraines/chronic pain/phantom pains

@augusnippets

[transformers-the-hunted]

size comparison of the Terrorcons + Flare-up and a human for scale

[thedenofravenpuff]

A vent art done to try and illustrate the mental image that struck me yesterday, while dealing with a rather rough flare-up of the chronic pain and fatigue that comes with fibromyalgia.

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[searchingforanichlesslife]

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Bit of a flare-up the last couple days :/ Mostly manageable so far, but it's frustrating. My neck is attempting to heal from hives (yay cat allergies) so that doesn't help although it hasn't truly set off the crazy eczema cascade that it usually does. I still have skin on my inner elbows so yay!

[thexie-and-stars]

im currently in a fucking flare-up

@tired-gayweirdo i might be using crutches at school tmr

[knightofleo]

Aphex Twin | #4 (Hankie)

[autoacafiles]

[autobot2001]

Day 15; A Good Morning Ruined

Fadnom; transformers Characters: Crosshairs, Drift, Jamie (OC) Rating: T Description; The fun is ruined a few hours later. Drift struggles with this medical issue, haunted by his nightmare.

Angstober; full circle Whumpober; flare AI-lesstober; (skipped) OC-tober; (repeat) with their partner, crush, or best friend Flufftober; "I hate it" - "No, you don't" Continued from day 14

As Crosshairs thought, the happiness wouldn't last long. The two mechs are used to this, but it's always challenging to watch, not after what they call the nightmare situation. Not even Ratchet or Optimus — who have watched Jamie go through this many times — can convince the two that what they saw is rare. With Drift caring for Jamie, Crosshairs gets something nice for his stressed friend.

He hates that on his way out, Cade, Cogman, and Vivian know something is up. He hates how they'd have to know, but the fact he can't leave the house without them knowing something is up is troubling. Crosshairs tells them to leave Drift alone for now before leaving.

Even though it's just breakfast, Crosshairs knows Drift will like what he got. Crosshairs sees Drift sitting on the bed, staring out the window. "I got one of your favorites for breakfast," Crosshairs tells him. Drift looks at what Crosshairs got for him and what Crosshairs got himself. "I hate it," Drift says. "No, you don't." Drift stares at Crosshairs in disbelief. He takes a few seconds to realize that Crosshairs is talking about what he got. "I'm sorry, I—." "I know, watching her go through this is never easy. Even if it's minor. Not after what we went through seven years ago." "I know she can't get worse with this level, but still, she's in a coma for a week. The more fragged up part is I wonder if she's getting a break from nightmares." He's terrified. Crosshairs observes, making his usual worried mind when Jamie goes through a flare-up look like nothing. Crosshairs hates it when both of his friends go through what he calls the full circle. Doing fine mentally — even Jamie with her anxiety and depression — to failing apart and struggling. Now, both his friends are struggling. Crosshairs believes he needs to get Drift to tell him what happened in his nightmare that terrified him last night, but first, the two eat their breakfast. Both try not to stare at the monitor on Jamie's nightstand. Relieved Ratchet doesn't make them bring Jamie to the medbay, but it's not all good when the reason is their medical training. Not enough to fill in for Ratchet or help any seriously wounded Autobots or shoulders, but enough for basic first aid and to care for Jamie's medical condition.

After the two eat, Crosshairs tries to get Drift to tell him about his nightmare. Crosshairs knows Drift likely dreamt about Jamie being dead, but wasn't for what Drift described. Explains why he's having a harder time with Jamie dealing with a flare-up. Crosshairs thinks. Not is a good time for this to happen. While they were told to stay away from the room for now, Cade and Vivian heard what Drift said. The two don't think they'll be much help, but they want to try to help both their friends. Vivian has only been told what Cade, Crosshairs, and Drift dealt with seven years ago. She doesn't believe another situation they all went through is close to what the three call the nightmare situation. The four try to help each other, but thinking positively with every challenge they face is hard. Even though they know Jamie won't decline while dealing with the flare-up. Crosshairs hopes his friends make a full circle and are as happy as they were four months ago.

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[heartshattering]

This week has just been so bad for my health and I want to cry but I can't

[transformers-the-hunted]

Design notes below

she is based on the legacy prowl, Flare-up turns into a sports motorcycle resembling a Yamah YZF-R1

[chronically-mars]

I never truly knew the meaning of friendship until I became chronically ill and disabled. When my health declined I had people leaving left and right because I couldn’t keep up with other teenagers. I stopped having people check on me, I stopped getting invited to stuff, stopped being included, until I just got left behind. Now as an adult I found friends who check up on me, make sure whatever we do is accessible to me, always making me feel included, they are my support system.

Check up on your chronically ill and disabled friends, keep including them in stuff even if they have to end up canceling it. Being excluded for something you have no control over is horrible and no one should go through that.

[amothersmagik]

Using my previous background knowledge of health care and home treatments, my knowledge of my own body, the recommendations of my health team, and the various home treatments I have access to: today will be an odd combo of pushing it and doing my normal everyday activities in small spurts (to prevent further stiffen/seizing of the muscles [think frozen/locked joint issues] and additional swelling) followed by forced relaxtion techniques and sitting down to do "nothing".

If pain has not decreased, and/or range of motion has not improved by daily peak activity time [my personal daily peak is around 3pm, with a drop around 7/8pm] then my doctor has declared I will need to come in to urgent care or the ER for evaluation and perhaps more drastic short term treatment. This would be primarily to discern if there has been some kind of massive jump in deterioration or an actual injury but would also be about quality of life and short term relief to prevent further injury while whatever this is heals or reduces.

This is likely just a flare up of one or multiple of my varied conditions. It could very well be acute, however, as I did have the misfortune to walk across my living room yesterday night (approx 10pm). Me being me, I tripped over air and made a very ill-advised twisting motion to try and save myself. Either way, the current path is the same: self treat. If no improvement within X-hours, go to UC.

This is chronic illness. This is my daily 50/50 gamble. Will I be okay today or will I be in crippling pain? Always the question.

[graceless-goblin]

Saw Oppenheimer with my frens. That movie is 3 fckin hours long.

I apparently fell asleep and was snoring…

In my defense, I spent a smol portion of my day in the local emergency room… don’t ask 🙄

Essentially, a “lupus flare-up”

…

I haven’t had a flare-up in maybe a year now?

The doctor and nurse gave me quite a pep talk (soooo sarcasm), did zero tests for why I was actually there, and sent me on my way.

They prescribed me an antibiotic and a steroid, which I guess I’ll start tomorrow >_>

Also I attempted to be an adult today and communicate what was on my mind. We’ll see if anything comes from it like it did last time. I kinda doubt it this time though, yet I hate giving people the benefit of the doubt right now because I��ve been proven wrong many a times here lately.

Anyway…I should try to sleep; I have to work in the morning.

Au revoir, my curious friends.

[knightofleo]

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