#Hypertension Guide

[luck-1992]

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[elitereviwer]

High Blood Pressure: A Comprehensive Guide for Adults

“Unraveling the Mystery of High Blood Pressure: A Comprehensive Guide High blood pressure, or hypertension, is a widespread health concern that affects millions of individuals worldwide. This comprehensive guide offers an in-depth exploration of what high blood pressure entails, who is most susceptible, and the methodologies for its diagnosis and effective treatment.” Key Facts and…

[magicdustsworld]

𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀(4)

Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: A guide on how to properly date your tattooed, big, bad boyfriend.

𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒: Established relationship, slice of life

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Profanity, illness, fluff, mentions of blood, no curse AU, no mentions of y/n.

𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟒: 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇

A/N: ik i haven't posted in a while (in my defence, school is taking up too much of my time to focus on anything else) but I got an off day and this was a quick write up (actually not) jhjhjhs wc - 3.7k. Hope you enjoy <3

Divider credits - @cafekitsune

𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟑

It's not usual for Sukuna to fall ill.

However, when he does it’s like all the pathogens known to mankind have taken it upon themselves to infect him.

This time, it isn't so different after all.

Since the break of dawn Sukuna's been awake. Body twisted in an uncomfortable manner under the duvets, the dim flicker of the night lamp proves to be a companion in the otherwise solitary room.

"Fucking hell," He curses under his breath, shifting his position to ease the persistent ache that ripples through his body; his joints, for some reason, seems to have tightened itself to his bones. Slight movement proving to be difficult. While the air conditioner functions properly, a sheen of perspiration aglows his forehead—he swabs the moisture only to meet with another thin layer marring his skin, seconds later. He forces open an eye, trying to contemplate why your figure beside him does seems so fuzzy. No sooner, he can clear the mystery does a wave of shiver runs down his spine. "What the hell is this?"

The question leaves his lips, followed by strange churn of his stomach and on instinct he smacks his hand over his mouth.

The next minutes are blurred. Literally blurred for the brief time as if his body is set on auto-pilot, beckoning him to rise from the bed and walk to the bathroom.

As the expunging liquids leaves his throat and down the toilet does his distinct vision returns. Lips apart, he breaths in copious amount of air while the room seems to spin in a whirl. Once his senses have returned, he reached to flush down the contents only to halt.

Is that... blood?

.

"Temperature 101.6 °F and he threw up in the morning."

Sukuna would rather be anywhere but here.

Sitting in a doctor's cabin with you while the former wouldn't stop with his ridiculous questions. Inadvertently, he rests his scalp against the wall, a searing pain ripping from his chest every once in a while, causing him to jolt as if he's being electrocuted.

"Any other discomfort? Body ache or...?" Shinzo trails off, continuing with the physical examination of his patient.

In response, Sukuna shakes his head negatively. However, you take it upon yourself to be honest, "He does and he coughed through the whole drive."

"Not the whole—"

"Keep your mouth shut." Harshly you rebuke, shooting a scornful glare his way.

His lips curl down, on the verge to retaliate before the notion of it seems indolent. He's already been through a series of blood test and chest X rays since the last thirty minutes, exhausting him beyond relief; no need to add more to the list. Therefore, his mouth forms a thin line.

Shinzo hums, finishing with the check up as he returns to his seat across you. Scribbling down on the prescription, a knock sounds from the door and soon his assistant strides in with a number of reports. While the doctor reads through the files of his current patient, your hypertension manifests itself upon your being when your eyes find your boyfriend.

Awfully muted, his throat must have chipped while he threw up—reason to the unusual bleeding. Shoulders raised in a manner, tints of red stains his skin and the groans that escalates from him whenever he attempts to move just causes you to wince. You chew on your bottom lip, fiddling with the fabric of your jacket as the momentary silence in the room stretches. For too long that this might be the loudest silence, you’ve been in.

"Does he need to be hospitalized?"

"No—"

"I am not talking to you."

Sukuna clicks his tongue, just taking a mental note to give you an earful once all of this shit is over. It's so fucking funny. Oh, for heavens... he is perfectly fine. Well yeah, maybe some coughing fit but he can work through that for the day. No way did you call Kenjaku and call in sick for him. And he allowed that? Allowed you to drag you here as well? Alright, maybe he is sick.

Shinzo sets the files down, "Stage I Pneumonia," He concludes, straightening his posture and continues with the prescription. "No need for hospitalization but I am prescribing an antiviral— Tamiflu. Thirty minutes after breakfast, lunch and dinner for three days. Ibuprofen remains whenever he gets high fever and for the cough..." He pinches the bridge of his nose, ripping the sheet before passing it to you. "There's the Honiitus syrup, he can have 10 ml now. Rest, you know."

You nod, scanning the sheet in your grasp, irises halting on the specific medications. Craning your neck upto him, you ask, "Thank you and anything else?"

"Adequate rest and homemade food and he's good to go."

.

"Don't be difficult now, drink it."

"No."

Sukuna scowls at you and you scowl back. His eyes shifts to the tin medicine cup-cap in your hand filled with the amber coloured liquid which is supposed to heal his sore throat.

Currently, confined inside the four walls of his room, this place is 100 times better than that doctor's cabin and any hospital bed. He is sure just a whole day of sleep will make him back on his feet but you just have to be so... persistent.

"I am not asking, drink it." You extend your hand, bringing the liquid to his lips, only for him to turn his face away.

"And I said no," He spits back, eye twitching as he disregards your terse call. "Get that shit out of my face."

"This is for your own good, Sukuna. Stop acting like a child."

Sukuna only huffs in response, muttering a string of curses under his breath. No way is he letting you win this plus that thing in your hand smells disgusting.

“Absolutely not.”

You heave out loudly, "I don't want to force you."

That draws an almost amused chuckle out of him, he tilts his head—eyes shutting down and mouth clamping with a sound as another wave of nausea overrides him. Once composed, he reopens his eyes, challenge swirling in the crimson hues, "You think you can force me?"

“I don’t think so,” A mirthless smile curves into your own mien, you regard his dare with one of your own. "I know so."

"Sure."

"So are you going to be a good boy and drink it or do I need to make you?"

He scoffs, "Go on and try."

You pause for a second, bringing the cup down, gaze settled on him and for reasons unknown, Sukuna senses trouble. "Remember, you asked for it."

He shuts his eyes, rolling the irises behind the lids. You are just so funny sometimes. To think you can force him? Really? Even in this state, he can easily overpower you without even trying. Pick you up and throw you on the bed without any effort. But just for the jokes and laughs, he will let you get a head start.

In the reverie, he is when your warm palm grazes his jaw.

Here it comes.

Until it doesn't.

There's no hint of strength, no force, nothing as you let your palm trail over his skin. He opens his eyes and good lord's... You are close. Too close for his liking. Not that he is complaining. Of course. You can be closer if you want but wait– he is infected, right?

So you shouldn't be near him.

But it's like some hypnotism that's in play as he gazes into your eyes. With the added bonus of your soothing touch on his jaw, the pad of your thumb running on his lower lip—you pull down the flesh. He can see you more clearly than ever, from the slight furrow of your brows to the twitch of your lips and the light reflecting on your eyes.

It's clear.

So, so clear.

A heat spreads through his cheeks, mingling with the blood flowing in his veins and in seconds, his heart rate amplifies. Was it one of the side effects of Pneumonia? Shinzo obviously didn’t mention this but- fuck! You are here and the proximity only hitches the breath in his throat. Your rhythmic exhalation of air fans his skin and he swallows a lump.

Fuck!

He is truly sick.

You draw him in, "Open your mouth."

Before he can make sense of the situation, his body complies. Lips parting and soon you are pouring the medicine down his throat. He gulps, eyes still trained on you and yours on his.

You sit back on the bed and Sukuna blinks.

Wait– what just happened?

"That wasn't too hard now, was it?" You chuckle, pouring some water on the cup and swirl it.

"You– you tricked me."

"Oh? Did I?" Feigning innocence, you laugh again. "And what if I did? ...Oh, and don't make that face now, it doesn't taste that bad.”

“Taste it yourself then speak.”

“I am not the one who’s sick, you are” You muse, cleaning the cap and fastening the lid. He mutters an incoherent curse under his breath and you stand up. Straightening the duvet, you beckon him to lay down.

Something he does without any protest. However, his eyes flickers to the door for a brief second and now only, he is met with the yellowish eyes of a feline.

He raises an eyebrow, “What do you want?”

Kuro passes him a languid stare, his whiskers tremor once almost like its scowling. Only serving for the former’s vexation, the man waves him off without a thought. A low squeal is erupted from him and he is on the verge of pouncing of him when step in.

Picking up the cat, you bring it up to your face, “See Kuro, your papa is sick. So no trespassing here for a week.”

He blinks and answers you as though he understands what you mean.

You’re pretty sure he will try to barge in the second you leave but hey! What’s the problem to hold a little hope? Setting the cat down, you usher him out. Turning towards your boyfriend, you shoot him a heads up. One which he returns with a dismissive gesture.

“Get some rest in the meantime. I will be in the living room, just call if you need something.”

The lights dim out, curtain pulled over – creating the perfect atmosphere for an hour or more nap. Chirping of birds and the revving engines of cars from outside fades into background as comfort envelopes Sukuna amidst the sheets.

Despite it all, hollowness unfurls into his being.

The notion of silence returning again while he the room cloaks itself in darkness strikes an anonymous melancholy though his chest. A garter wraps around his neck, tightening with each passing second. And just like that the calm veneer crumbles into dust.

He pries an eye open and although the blackened room vanishes everything, its difficult to amiss your retreating figure. The haze increases, mouth sealed shut – he can’t speak. So, he extends an arm.

Wait-

The door closes shut.

.

He is walking through a mirage.

Surely, he has strolled through this area before. Once. Twice. Thrice. This is the fourth instance he is met with the same beige tinted cottages with scarlet thatched roofs.

He walks through the secluded lane across them.

Where is he going? He doesn’t know that. Just he is walking all alone. On his own. Just cause he has to.

Sky obscured with thick clouds, every once in a while does the thunder cracks. Lightening over the whole region. Sound so prominent, so daunting that it shakes the whole neighbourhood. For reasons, Sukuna finds an undulating spark tightening over his frame as every step forward becomes a struggle on its own. Down pouring heavily, the droplets causes his clothes to stick to his skin. Dripping down his ink stained countenance, clouding his vision. Breaths filled with raggedness, he wipes the moisture off- it isn’t removed.

He tries again and again and again.

Doesn’t work.

Nothing works.

How can anything ever work when-

Only a singular step he has taken and its like he is pushed off from a building.

Falling down, he doesn’t know what awaits him.

However, when he returns to his feet, the whole scenery has changed.

Instead of the murky countryside stretching with grasslands till the horizon, he is met with the picturesque view of a beach. Sparkling waves rises with all its glory, flaunting its sheer power before crashing on the sandy soil. Seagulls fly over the water bodies, their voice being a distinct reminder of this serenity. Murmurs of human life accompanied by distant tune from seaside eateries greet him. The gentle wisp of the sea breeze ruffles his hair, wafting sand into his eyes and nostrils; he doesn’t flinch.

When he looks around, everyone vanishes.

From the footprints on the soil to the sea castles to all the tourists. No one’s here.

The seclusion stalls on him only a second later. That’s when he realizes, everything’s truly gone.

The scorching sun blazes in fury, momentarily blinding him. Humidity persists in the air, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. The waves crash again and he walks towards it. For some unknown reason-this feels right.

What’s the point of continuing anymore?

The sand prickles under his feet as he staggers towards the water. Sky high waves flicker and dance, crashing onto him and even though the musky salt should cause him to recoil, the intensity should strike some agony – he feels nothing.

Paving his way through the water until the very liquid surrounds him. All of this, just seems so empty.

“Sukuna,”

As if broken out from a trance by the mere call of his name, he turns.

Once again the vast expanse of the world does everything shift.

“You’re holding yourself well,” Jin remarks, wiping some specks of soap water from a plate. “Better than I expected you to.”

Sukuna’s eyes drift to take in the surroundings; standing across the kitchen counter of his apartment. His brother indulges in cleaning some utensils, a forlorn lilt of his lips prompts the former to raise an eyebrow. The room remains quiet only broken by the usual cling of the cutlery. From his periphery, he could see his nephew crouched down before Kuro, the boy ruffles the feline’s hair and now the cat should retaliate. Until it doesn’t.

“Taking care of Kuro as well,” Jin stares down at the duo. “Give yourself some credit y’know.”

Wait- since when did his brother know about the cat? And since when did Yuji turn to silent?

Gazing out the window- his eyes widen.

When did his neighbourhood change so much?

Without any explanation, Sukuna marches out of the apartment.

Greeted by a hoard of stones situated all over the grassland. Each of different shapes, sizes and perhaps… something just might be written on it. He doesn’t wait to read. Why should he doesn’t have his reading glasses with him?

Feet squashing the lifeless grasses, the leaves don’t crunch under his boots. His steps are steady, turning round a corner or more whenever he so pleases. Maybe this is the way out of the labyrinth of stones.

However, he halts before a particular stone.

For reasons unknown, Sukuna feels life slipping out of his fingers.

.

Sukuna wakes up with a jolt.

Eyes wide open, he breaths in through his mouth. Fingers trembling with the surge of adrenaline as his shoulders rise and fall in a cadence. Think coat of sweat mars his whole body, vest clinging to him like a second skin and the duvets covering his form renders him panting fit.

What was that? The beach? His brother? Those stones?

What- what was happening?

The eerie maze where he walked? Ran?

Wait- what occurred?

The ceiling lights blinds him with all the intensity, he shuts his eyelids, grunting out like a wounded animal. Some external voice rings out, too loud, too disturbing that he’s forced to press his palm over his ears. Touches guide his skin from his cheek to shoulders and a burst of repulsion compels him to push the person away.

Who the hell was it to hold him like that?

He’s got a girlfriend for fuck’s sake. Get the hell away from him.

However, instead of leaving him alone they are inching closer. He is met with the same touch again but the noise starts to clear as well.

“…Just a dream, you’re fine...”

Albeit begrudgingly, Sukuna removes his hand from his ears.

“…You’re home, calm down…”

It’s a gamble but he manages to reopen his eyes.

“Are you ok? What happened?”

Sukuna blinks, stupefied for the second.

There you are, standing before him while cupping his face in your little palms. Thumb running circles over the tattoos on his face, irises pooling with sheer concern, your eyes are solely focused on a subject. That subject being him.

He looks around.

Notably, nothing has changed. He is still in his bedroom, sitting on the bed with the comforter pooled around his hips. From the traces of light pouring from the ajar window, he can make out how the light fades to dark as twilight tints the skies in hues of violet and blue.

“Hey,” You tap his cheek, urging him to face you, “Why aren’t you speaking?”

He only responds with long stare.

“Sore throat? Should I bring honiitus again?”

“Don’t even think about it, woman.” He barks, lips curling down in utter disgust as the very prominent taste of the damn syrup lingers in the back of his mouth.

Without making a fuss about his sudden outburst, you place your backhand over his forehead. “Mhm… you don’t seem to have fever.” You nod, “No ibuprofen, then.”

“Fucking finally.”

“Don’t celebrate too early,” You snort, a mirthful smile creeping onto you, “Tamiflu after lunch, remember?”

“Well genius, I didn’t have lunch.”

You snap your fingers, “I know, and there it is,” You point to a tray stacked with a lidded container resting on top of the nightstand.

He stares at it for a second too long, “What’s that?”

“Boiled vegetables and… no–” You flick your index finger in the air, a clear negative sign. “No more tantrums, you’ll shut up and eat.”

“As if,” He scoffs, twisting his body away from the utensil, he faces the wall as if the blank canvas seems more interesting than the food you cooked.

You sigh, sitting down on the limited space provided for you on the bed across him, “Just because I call you baby doesn’t mean you have to act like one.”

“I am not enacting–  no, just– fuck,”  He curses under his breath, fumbling with the words too many times before he reaches a conclusion. “I am not acting like a god damn child.”

“Sure.” His eyes narrows down while he regards you. You stretch your arms, the joints cracking under the evident tension, “I added a few pieces of meat for taste, just so you know.”

He raises an eyebrow, retorts accumulating in his mouth. Just a second away from being unleashed before his gaze lands on a bowl and a pack of damp towels. “What happened with that?”

“What?”

“That.”

You glance at the way he points, taking a moment to contemplate before you answer, “I called Dr. Shinzo again, he said applying cold water towels will help with the fever so…”

Sukuna doesn’t know why, but he stills. “You were doing that all this time?”

“Yeah?”

“Why?”

You tilt your head, “Maybe cause you need it?” He blinks and you find your patience wearing thin. Dismissing the confusion clouding his visage, you reach for the tray and pick it up. The clattering of the utensils due to your unstable balance rings through the whole room. “See, this won’t be that bad. Besides, it’s only for a few days, you can manage, right?”

He doesn’t answer.

“Aw c’mon, now,” You unfasten the lid, dipping the spoon. “I will feed you as compensation. How does that sound?”

He still doesn’t answer but with the way he doesn’t protest your offer, he hopes to let you know his affirmation.

.

Sukuna refuses to let you know that the boiled vegetable soup isn’t as bad as he thought.

.

Two days later

.

Credits to his above average immunity or whatsever but Sukuna is almost back to complete health in just a span of few days.

Finally.

Done he is with all the ibuprofen and every other shit he has to endure.

Never again.

As a ritual, only does the lunchtime ends with the empty hot pot of boiled vegetables being lidded back does Sukuna notice the uncharacteristic clattering of the utensils as you try to hold them in place.

“Give me that.”

Before you can reply, the tray is already being grabbed by your boyfriend as he sets it down on the nightstand.

“That needs to be in the kitchen.”

 Instead of gracing you with a proper answer, you are met with his crimson hues filled with something you can’t quite put a finger on. He urges you to sit with him and you comply. Feeling the need to for some reason.

“What?” You ask. His eyes darts down, following his gaze, confusion clouds your head for he is looking at your hands. “Huh?”

No sooner does the word leave your mouth than he grasps both of your hands on his own. You gasp yet don’t try to pull away.

Sukuna traces his thumb over the ridge of your knuckles to the tips of your nails. Turning them around, he draws every single contour lines on your palm as if he’s etching them onto his memory. It’s not the first time, he is holding your hand but it’s the first time he is noticing all the details. Like how a tiny callous has formed beside the edge of your thumb or how the tiny scar runs down the side of your ring finger.

His grasp tightens over yours, nothing to make it hurt. He would never.

He brings them up, pressing his lips over each and every, societally deemed, imperfection. At last, he turns to your backhand. This time, keeping his gaze stilled on you, he kisses your knuckles.

Perhaps, he’d have kissed you too but he doesn’t want the infection to pass.

Perhaps, you’ll know someday that… he is grateful.

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[dreamsinarcadia]

Hypertension

Prompt: How can I not worry over the person I love the most?

In which Heung-min doesn’t know how not to hover after a visit to the doctor

pairing: sonny x wife!reader

warning: lots of silly grammatical errors that I just cannot find the energy to fix 🫶🏽

She found it near impossible not to love her husband when he was like this, fretting and almost pulling his hair out in worry - a little handsy, but only because he loved her far too much to let her go, to let her walk even five feet away from him.

It was impossible not to love him when he was all wide eyed and beaming bright enough to give the sun a challenge, warm and delightfully flushed (but again, because he loved her far too much to feel calm again).

In the hallway leading to their bedroom, Heung-min was practically skipping. He was also loud, more so than usual, his voice ricocheting off the walls and bouncing off the high ceiling. He was elated, practically demanding that their neighbours in the complex hear it as well, but this level of happiness at such a close proximity was borderline overwhelming.

Not overwhelming in a bad way, but a tidal wave of his affection, so she tried to move his hands from her waist as lightly as possible.

“Heung-min, you know that I can still walk, right?” she asked gently, trying so hard not to let a giggle break through her lips.

His hold on her waist remained firm as he walked behind to guide her in slow and purposeful steps. He hummed cheerfully and nodded in agreement. “I know.”

“Uh-huh, do you really?” she snorted, looking pointedly down at where the tips of his feet came into view between her own.

Playfully smacking his hands away to let them hover her hips instead, he couldn’t help but laugh as the ridiculousness of the situation slowly filtered into his head. “I know you can walk by yourself, but —”

“I’m pregnant, not terminally ill,” she reminded him with an arched brow.

Behind her, long limbs turned her own careful steps into a messy affair with him hot on her heels. The heat from his chest felt like she was pressed against a furnace, something that she never took for granted in the miserly weather of London. His palms, smooth and warm, slipped under the waistband of her pants to rub soothing circles into the flesh of her waist.

He was towering over her like a mother hen, encasing her in a protective shield to remind her that though she was more than capable on her own two feet, he was there to catch her at even the smallest hint of losing balance.

“Again, just pregnant, not terminally ill.”

Still, though Heung-min kept pace and somehow managed to inch even closer, as though he was trying to merge their bodies into one. “You know in some countries, they’re pretty much considered the same thing.”

She really had to stamp down the urge to roll her eyes. “Babe, we just saw the best doctor in London. I’m fine!”

Like words thrown at a brick wall.

Heung-min shrugged. “Hypertension.”

Having finally arrived at their bedroom, she plopped down on the bed and released a heavy sigh. Her husband knelt down in front of her, taking her hands into his own to press loving kisses into her palms.

For a moment, she remained quiet, having her fill of the closeness of his features. Her gaze walked over his skin, igniting a fire in the base of his spine, and she took her time. Then she leaned forward with a secret smile to press a quick kiss to the sunburn on the bridge of his nose. “What are you thinking about?” she asked.

He wiggled his brows.

“Pre-eclampsia.”

She had to cackle then, playfully shoving him away. “You’re so romantic.”

“It’s real!” He insisted, finally moving away to toss his wallet and keys onto his bedside table. “My love, it actually happens.”

Sensing that he was quickly losing his joviality, she gave him a gentle smile and walked over. “I know, but we have so much more time down the line to worry about that. I’m just six weeks in.”

Leaning up on her toes, her lips barely brushed his with the barest of touches, her hand running through his hair with purpose before pulling away altogether. “You don’t have to worry.”

Heung-min shoved his hands in his pockets as he leaned a shoulder on the doorway, admiring his wife and her body as though he could see beyond her clothes, beyond her skin. Every fibre of his being was utterly devoted to all of her, she could feel the tidal wave of devotion that flowed from his heart directly into her own, turning his arms into a safe haven for all her wayward worries and dreams.

“I know,” he said with a tilt of his head. “How can I not worry over the person I love the most?”

He reached out to take her hand and pull her up against him. His hands settled comfortably on either side of her waist and he took a moment to relish the feeling of the soft cotton of her shirt against his palms. They stayed like that for a few minutes before she was waddling out of the room with him pressed against her back like velcro, leading him into the empty room that had previously been saved as an office space.

It had a new, more wholesome purpose now.

Heung-min looked up at the ceiling and then his eyes moved down the walls and the doors before they finally landed on the floors, taking in the sleek oak. He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet. "Yeah, this is going to be a lot of work," he said. “Unless our baby is going to work in a corporate office the first day out of the hospital, we need to start planning out an actual nursery.”

“We’re going to have to decorate a nursery,” she hummed.

“…for a baby,” he mumbled into her hair thoughtfully. “Our baby.”

Oh.

It was happening.

Parenthood.

She twisted around to face him and found herself—not for the first time—overwhelmed by a heady mixture of giddy happiness and tender affection. That had been happening with a frequency as of late, but while her friends told her that she was still under the spell of being a newlywed, she suspected that it would always be the case when Heung-min was just so excited about the prospect of being a father. She reflexively tightened her grip on his hands, which drew his attention down to her. "We’re going to be parents," she told him.

He beamed down at her, lifting a hand to tuck some loose strands of her hair behind one of her ears and tipped his head to one side. "You’re going to be a mom.”

She smiled even wider and curled her fingers into the fabric of his shirt so she could hold him that much closer to her. "And you’re going to be a dad.”

He chuckled and the sound reverberated through his chest and into hers and to the very tips of her toes. She closed her eyes and tried to just soak him in as one of his hands threaded through her hair to hold the back of her head. Then the bow of his mouth pressed to her forehead.

She pressed her face into the fabric of his shirt and let out a long breath when Heung-min folded his long arms around her. She could practically hear the sound of their child somewhere off and away from the house and she couldn't help but smile to herself. Change had never much agreed with her in the past, but after changing her mind, a change of heart, and finally changing her surname she didn't think she minded it so much. She had someone to lay roots down with and hang onto through the worst of anything.

Worth it, she thought to herself. Nothing had ever been so worth it.

[diremoone]

— best of both | nanami kento.

w — female reader, mentions of periods, blood, and menstrual headaches, slight wordvomit haha

During his youth, he learned how to make his hands strong. Curses fell by his hands left and right, hands becoming stronger with every mission. Especially after Haibara. He wanted to be strong enough to not die, to be able to take care of himself and live another day.

That’s how he rose the ranks within jujutsu society and became a Grade 1 sorcerer.

And then he left.

Nanami’s hands became soft as a salaryman. He learned to be more nimble, going through books nowadays without bending the corners of the pages. They learned to be gentle, tending to the few pots of fragile flowers he had in his home. The callouses he’d developed over his teen and early adult years faded off slightly. Perhaps part of it was because of the lotion you’d suggested he started using.

And then there was you.

When you two first met, he’d almost broken the coffee cup in his hand. You had been in the same aisle as him in the 7-Eleven, with him gazing at you out of his peripheral vision as you grab three strawberry and white chocolate donuts and a cup of ramen and head to the checkout. You’d barely had enough to pay for them, and that’s when he stepped in—paying for them and thus introducing himself.

You’d taught him to be gentle. When you inadvertently walked him back to your apartment, you profusely apologized to him for the accident. But you realized that his attention wasn’t on you, but the cute white orchids on the little patio. Those flowers were what got you two together. But that was a story for another time.

His firm hands learned to be gentle under your love. And he was so glad he had become softer, because it wouldn’t have gotten him here—exactly where he wanted to be.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

“It’s perfect,” you mumble, less coherent than the last time you replied. “Headache’s almost gone. Thank you, Ken.”

Your period had struck you hard, first with a heavy flow in the middle of the night that made you have to throw a pair of underwear away. Then next came the debilitating cramps that left you unable to stand up and move around, ultimately keeping you confined to the couch. And to come in and top it all off, the headache finally arrived.

The blood you could deal with. The cramps you could deal with. But the headache you couldn’t. It was the absolute worst. You couldn’t think straight, or at all, really. All you could think about was the literal feeling of feeling your brain just hurting and being in agony, to the point where you thought your brain was pulsing. There was one time you’d tried to stand up to go to the bathroom, and about halfway there, a sharp pain shot through the back of your head and sent your knees buckling under the sudden pain.

Thankfully, Nanami had just come around the corner to ask how you were doing when he saw you fall backwards, reaching you in the nick of time to brace your fall. His big, burly arms wrapped around you and gently brought you to the ground. Your back was pressed against his chest as he asked if you were okay.

“I’m fine,” you replied shortly, “just needing to use the bathroom. Got a massive headache.”

Nanami insisted on staying outside the door, only to listen if you fell again. You didn’t, thankfully. But once you’d opened the door, that didn’t seem to stop him from bending down and hooking his strong arms under your knees and back, holding you to his chest while taking you back to the couch.

Sitting sideways to meet your eyes, he gently guided your head down to his lap and asked, “Your head, right? I saw you reach for it before you fell.”

All you could manage to get out was a, “Mmhmm,” over the pain.

Nanami’s index and middle fingers rubbed at the sides of your temples, alleviation instant. It was only when his thumbs reached to the back of your neck to rub out the hypertension did you let out an embarrassingly loud moan. But damn did it feel good. And you couldn’t help but come to the realization of how large your boyfriend’s hands really were—large enough to reach from your temple to the nape; encompassing half of your head.

Lord, have mercy on your soul.

And your head. Even Nanami’s massage was beginning to reach the point of being ineffective, fighting against the throbbing pain in your skull.

“Still hurts?”

“Mmm, yeah,” you hissed softly.

“Do you want some of the painkillers in the cabinet?”

“I’ve already had two today,” you say, not missing the inquisitive hum from him. “But maybe one.”

“You can take up to four in a day,” he says. “We’ll do one now, and another in two hours if the first doesn’t work.”

“So calculating,” you muse. “Or we could just get some chloroform and—”

Nanami scoffs. “As if.”

You pat his forearm and giggle. “I’m kidding.” You lift yourself up off of your lover’s lap and rub your eyes, feeling another wave of tired wash over you. “But I’m getting kinda sleepy. One may work.”

You move to stand, but Nanami firmly puts his hand on your shoulder. “I’ll get it.”

As if he’d let you anyway. Not after seeing you fall backwards earlier. Even that brings up painful memories, ones that he doesn’t care to recollect in the slightest.

As he opens and closes the cabinet, his eyes linger on his large hands—on how rough they look; on how gentle they’ve become. And when he looks to you he can’t help but acknowledge that his hardened heart has become soft, too.

He has to thank you for being with him, for teaching him that there was more to life than the callousness of being a jujutsu sorcerer and the monotony of a salaryman. He has to thank you for teaching him to care for himself, for teaching him to slow down and smell the roses that he walked past every day. For enjoying every little moment in life that he was sure to miss, had it not been for you.

“Ken…? Kento?”

You’re flopped over the arm of the couch, snapping your fingers at him to regain his attention. Your eyes are filled with concern for him, despite looking so tired. And then he remembers what he got up for.

“Let’s get you to bed,” he says. “You don’t need to be falling asleep on the couch.”

“Okay…?” You raise a brow. “Are you okay though? You stood there for a solid minute.”

“I’m fine,” he insists.

You yelp as he easily picks you up in his arms (for the second time that day) and carries you to your shared bedroom.

“Kento! I can walk!” you whine.

“Just let me take care of you.”

You want to retort back, but a wave of fatigue washes over you and you rest your head on his shoulder.

Besides, how can you argue about your boyfriend wanting to take care of you when he looks so happy doing it?

started out as a simp fic for nanami’s big hands in the pv then took a slightly different route than I intended after some of it got deleted 🥲

also: shibuya happens but gojo wins — the end 🥹

[stonedcoldfoxtarot]

How you can inhale the good shit and exhale the bad shit

From left to right

Pile 1 -> Pile 2

Pile 3 -> Pile 4

Pile 1

6oW, Empress, 4oP, AoS, Magician (Emperor)

Inhale:

If you chose this pile it signifies that you are ready to take on the competition and bring your creative ideas into fruition. This opportunity or original idea can bring prosperity, wealth, recognition and success! The Empress and the six of wands guide you to move confidentely in the direction of your dreams as this will bring you into alignment with happiness and abundance, and attract the help of those who want to see you win. All you have to do is call in what is already yours to achieve success and financial prosperity.

Exhale:

You may feel stuck in a boring yet stable job or career or feel like now is not the right time to take a financial risk. You may be afraid to put yourself out there, but you are being guided to exhale and let go of this fixed mindset and step into the driver’s seat of your life. Of course don't quit your day job, but if you feel this pile resonates, focus on finding creative ways to work towards your goals or grow your business in your free time. Try to find time to meditate and start a dream journal. Write down the messages and downloads you receive from spirit and your ancestors and guides (or whoever it is you pray to). There you will find further inspiration and guidance. You have all the resources you need and if you continue to build upon this foundation you will be well on your way to manifesting the life you’ve always dreamed of.

Pile 2

7oW, Judgement, Temperance, 4oW, 10oC, 10oW, 6oW, Death (4oP)

Inhale:

Pile 2, you don’t take anyone’s shit and I love that for you. I’m hearing “I had to go through hell to be this gentle.” Some people may see you as having it all together or think from the outside looking in that your life is perfect or damn near close. But what people don’t realize is that you are fierce in protecting yourself, your peace and those who you hold close. You are incredibly sincere and move through life with purpose. Because of this, you are able to provide yourself and your loved ones with a sense of stability, peace and community. Spirit is urging you to continue to walk in your power because it is immeasurable. Your ancestors are proud of you for holding things down, and continue to bless and support you throughout your journey.

Exhale:

Hypertension is often referred to as the silent killer because while we go out of our way to exercise and be healthy, we are often unaware of the toll stress takes on the body. The message here is that when it comes to the people you love and want to protect, you don’t have to be everything to everyone all the time. Exhale and learn to delegate! Things will not fall apart if you take a day off from being the one who holds everything together. While the people in your life love you for being the helpful responsible one, you have to give others a chance to do things on their own. The more you allow others to help you the more you will heal and renew your body, mind and spirit.

Pile 3

7oW rev, 2oC, Magician, 7oC, 2oW rev, 4oW rev, 10oW rev, 8oW, 9oC (9oP)

Inhale:

Someone here may have had a falling out with a partner or someone they were in a romantic connection with due to an argument or someone refusing to let their guard down. You may have felt a sense of confusion about pursuing this connection and wonder if your person wants you or if you are just one of many options. If you’ve been hoping and praying for this person to have a change of heart, your guides are urging you to keep the faith. You have the power to call in exactly what you want in this lifetime, so use it! Inhale deeply and remind yourself that whatever is meant for you will never pass you by.

Exhale:

You have a lot of dreams and desires, especially in love and romance, but in the past you may have let indecision and doubt cloud your vision. You may have worked towards manifesting in the past but gave up when things didn’t go as planned. There may even be times where you manifested a negative outcome because you didn’t feel good enough. You are being guided to do the inner work and exhale to let go of any self-defeating behavior. Know that you are worthy of having the life you’ve always wanted! Once you change your mindset, you will change your life.

Pile 4

10oW, Lovers, 6oS rev, Sun, Star, 3oS, Tower, 2oC, 4oC, Devil (Justice)

Inhale:

If you are stuck in an on-again-off-again relationship this is your sign to move on. Here, I see that you, Pile 4, may be more invested while the other person is busy keeping their options open. Their actions toward you are often burdensome and may keep you stuck in a toxic, never ending cycle. If you’re struggling to move on, you are being guided to focus on putting yourself back out there and meeting new people. You have a lot to offer and will soon find yourself in a new connection once you decide to heal and level up.

Exhale:

You may have recently experienced a sudden, painful ending with this person. On top of that, the two of you have a strong sexual connection and may use sex to gloss over recurring issues in the relationship instead of having open and honest conversations. Because of this, you find it hard to walk away even when they ignore you, go ghost or choose others over you. Again you are being guided to exhale and work through the pain of this toxic relationship so that you can make space for new love to enter your life.

Thanks for reading🔮✨

© 2023 stonedcoldfoxtarot. All rights reserved. Please do not copy, translate, edit or redistribute.

[therealnoot]

Potato?

Oh Potatoes! I love Potatoes for many reasons. They’re great and healthy for you. They’re rich in Vitamin C and antioxidants.

When Scurvy was a really big issue potatoes were literally life savers at the time as well! They have done wondrous things for peoples health and saved many many lives. They also contain potassium and contain a specific electrolyte that helps your heart muscles and nervous system function!. They have fiber rich skin and are very low in calories as well!

But there’s also the downside on potatoes. There’s some research suggesting that eating too much potatoes raises the risk of diabetes and hypertension which has over time been raised as well from being genetically modified and used in mostly used to make greasy foods like fries. Please take this with a grain of salt. These are of course studies and research and it never hurts to be a bit skeptical even with science!

Did you know that some food guides have started to exclude potatoes from the vegetable group due to how often it’s associated with high-fat diets?(Fast food/Junk food)

Potatoes are generally fantastic and easy to use for just about everything. The saying or insult of “ couch potato “ is pretty silly imo. When people tell you that you don’t want to be a potato or anything along that line they are completely ignoring the fact at how versatile a potato actually is. They are used to make all kinds of foods whether as sides, compliments to the main dish (or the main dish themselves) or eaten as a snack. From baked potatoes to chips to even Vodka! They are able to be used in so many ways and I think people really miss the bus here. I think being called a potato should be a good thing in positive context. Being versatile and able to do or make so many things by being yourself is amazing honestly.

Here’s a small list of things potatoes are used to make or made into

Hash browns, chips, fries, tater tots, potato salad, potato bread, potato pie, potato soup, potato noodles, hasselbacked, boiled, broiled, mashed, smashed, baked, braised, roasted, fried, and smoked

And here’s a small list of different kinds of potatoes

Russet, Jewel Yam, Japanese sweet, Hannah sweet, Austrian crescent, Blue, Red norland, Russian banana, La ratte, purple majesty, French fingerling, Red gold, Red bliss, Yukon gold, Red thumb, Creamers, orange sweets, and yams.

It should be important to note that I am taking classes for Culinary and food. I am learning a lot about food and enjoy food! I suppose this is incredibly lucky timing because I am just finishing up learning about fruits and vegetables. A lot of this also comes from research and I am by no means a professional. Please take all that I say with a grain of salt. I also encourage anyone who reads this to PLEASE do their own research as well!!

[tiredwitchplant]

Everything You Need to Know About Herbs: Garlic

Garlic (Allium sativum)

*Kitchen Herb *Medical Herb *Feminine

Folks Names: Ajo, Poor Man’s Treacle, Stinkweed, Stinking Rose

Planet: Mars

Element: Fire, Earth

Deities: Hecate

Abilities: Protection, Healing, Exorcism, Lust, Anti-Theft, Aphrodisiac, Banishment, Purification, Clarity

Characteristics: A bulbous perennial plant that can grow to from 1- 3 ft tall. Has pale pink or green white flowers. Is part of the lily family and native from Central Asia. It is grown by dividing the bulbs and is harvested during the late summer.

History: It was first noted by Confucius in the Book of Odes. However, the lore refers garlic back to the beginning of time. It is said that when the devil’s left foot touched soil outside the Garden of Eden, garlic sprung up and his right foot produced onions. This caused it to be first associated with the Devil himself but the Greeks considered it a protector herb later on. Greek midwives would make sure that at the birth of a child, the whole room smelled of the cloves to protect the newborns from Lilith, the mother of all demons. If the cloves were not placed around the neck of the babies, it was believed that Lilith would strange the babies and frighten the mothers into madness. It was also a great remedy herb as every part of it was used in over 125 different treatments.

How to Grow Garlic

Easy to Grow: Yes

Rating : Beginner Friendly

Seeds Accessible: Yes but growing from bulbs is easier

How to Grow Garlic

Video Guide

Seeds

Magical Properties:

Was worn to guard against the plague

Sailors carried some on board to protect from wreckage

Soldiers wore garlic as a defense and ate it for courage

Worm to guard off foul weather and monsters

Bite into garlic to send away evil spirits or sprinkle garlic powder on the floor

Garlic was eaten on festival days to Hecate and was left at crossroads as a sacrifice to her

Brides carried garlic in their pockets for good luck

Rubbed onto pots and cooking pans, can remove negative vibrations

Can induce lust and attract lovers

Burned in an incense can be used to exorcise evil spirits from one’s home

Can strengthen energy fields and break curses

Medical Usage:

Can combat high cholesterol and hypertension

Was believed to ward off cancer and hepatitis

Can boost your immune system and is a powerful antibiotic for any sickness

Helps to keep blood thin and protect against blood clots and raised blood-sugar levels

Was used to dress wounds in WW1

A remedy for chest infections, digestive infections, and prevent circulatory problems

Sources

[sarajcsmicasereports]

Severe Traumatic Brain Injury and Ventriculoperitoneal shunt challenges: Case report in Abdalla Samir Nouh by Journal of Clinical Case Reports Medical Images and Health Sciences

Introduction

Traumatic brain injury (TBI) is a challenging and complicated disease process to care for, despite the advance of technology used to monitor and guide treatment. 1

TBI is defined by an alteration in the brain function, or other evidence of brain pathology, caused by an external force. In this definition, the presence of confounding factors such as intoxication or medical illness does not preclude a diagnosis of TBI, although clinical judgment is used to decide whether the patient's symptoms are a consequence of the TBI. Additionally, this definition can include imaging or laboratory investigations. 2

As a silent epidemic, it is a critical public health and socio-economic issue across the world that contributes to death and disability more than any other traumatic insult. Globally, its annual incidence is variably estimated to be 27 to 69 million, with a prevalence rate of 759 per 100,000. 3, 4, 5

Symptoms of a TBI can be mild, moderate, or severe, depending on the extent of the damage to the brain. The Glasgow Coma Scale (GCS) uses exam findings to quantify level of consciousness following TBI, with 3 being the worst, defined as deep coma, and 15 being the best, a fully awake person. 6

Initial management of TBI is the most critical time period because it will have the greatest effect on mortality and degree of debility that surviving patients will experience. Little can be done to reverse the initial brain damage caused by trauma. 1 As so, the mainstay of treatment is aimed at stabilizing an individual with TBI and limiting secondary brain injury. Approximately half of severely head-injured patients will need surgery.

Prognosis after TBI is often even more challenging than the treatment itself. 1 Disabilities resulting from a TBI depend upon the severity of the injury, the location of the injury, and the age and general health of the individual. 6

Aim: The aim of this case report, as a research design, is to describe scientific observations that we encountered in a clinical setting and expand our knowledge.

Methodology

We present the case of a previously healthy 38-year-old male patient that was involved in a road accident (car against bicycle). The victim had no helmet and was found with an initial GCS of 14 (eyes: 4, verbal: 4, motor: 6) associated with agitation. Head computerized tomography (CT)-scan revealed sulcal subarachnoid hemorrhage and multiple cerebral contusions. After the documentation of intracerebral hypertension, a first decompressive craniectomy was performed. Despite medical measures, a persistent increased intracerebral pressure motivated a second surgery 48 hours later to enlarge borders of the previous craniectomy, and an external ventricular drain was placed. Then, the patient developed a cerebrospinal fluid leak through the surgical wound which led to a subdural Hygroma complicated with Staphylococcus epidermidis and Enterobacter aerogenes Meningitis. Surgical debridement, subdural drain, direct pressure and a prolonged course of antibiotic therapy was done with a favorable evolution.

Two months later, after a ventriculoperitoneal Polaris® adjustable valve was inserted, the valve position, and therefore pressure (confirmed by radiological image), was a challenge. Initially, the valve was set at position 3 (100mmH2O median pressure), but 24hours after the surgery, the patient developed unconsciousness (GCS of 9), sinking flap skin and vomiting. Head CT-scan showed paradoxical brain Herniation and midline shift to the left by 13,5mm. The strategy established was to maintain supine bed rest, fluid therapy and augment the valve position to 4 (150mmH2O median pressure). However, these measures were insufficient. To counterbalance this, the valve was adjusted to position 5 (200 mmH2O median pressure) and 24hours hours later the patient complained of headache, extremity weakness and the head CT-scan showed Hydrocephalus. In the next five days, the valve position was adjusted between position 4 and 5 four times. It was only normalized when a cranioplasty with customized PolyEther Ether Ketone implant was placed and the valve pressure was set at position 4 (150mmH2O median pressure) and tolerated.

Outcomes

The use of programmable shunt devices offers many advantages because of their adjustable-pressure valve systems.4 Still, the regulating pressure device used in this case had only five ranges available and this difficulted the patient’s management, who developed either Hydrocephalus at position 5 or paradoxical brain Herniation at position4.

Conclusion

Treatment of TBI is complex and requires multidisciplinary discussion.

The advantage of programmable valves is the ability to adjust cerebrospinal fluid pressure-related flow percutaneously in response to a patient’s clinical response or development of subdural effusions.7,8 However, the clinician must be alert to the occurrence of possible complications.

[healthkingtea]

Eating Your Way to Lower Blood Pressure

Hypertension, or high blood pressure, is a global health concern. It's a silent killer, often showing no symptoms until it's too late.

Diet plays a crucial role in managing this condition. Certain foods can help lower blood pressure quickly, offering a natural remedy.

In this article, we delve into the science behind these foods. We'll explore how they work and how to incorporate them into your diet.

We'll also introduce you to Apocynum Venetum Leaf, a lesser-known but potent ally in the fight against hypertension.

Whether you're battling high blood pressure or simply aiming for optimal heart health, this guide is for you. Let's embark on this journey towards better health, one bite at a time.

Hope this helps! Here are the links to get started:

[triciamfoster]

Essential Oils: Yarrow  Achillea millefolium

The following information is from Essential Oils for Beginners: The Guide to Get Started with Essential Oils and Aromatherapy by Althea Press.

DESCRIPTION  Yarrow essential oil is yellow, green, or dark blue, with a medium consistency and a strong, herbaceous aroma with hints of wood. It is used as a middle note in aromatherapy blends.  

ORIGIN  Bosnia, France, Hungary, United States  

PROPERTIES  Antiarthritic, antibacterial, antifungal, anti-inflammatory, antiseptic, antispasmodic, astringent, carminative, diaphoretic, digestive, emmenagogue, expectorant, febrifuge, stimulant, tonic, vulnerary  

APPLICATION  Apply yarrow essential oil neat for treating wounds; dilute it 50:50 with a carrier oil for other purposes. Yarrow essential oil may be applied topically, inhaled directly, diffused, and ingested.  

PRIMARY USES  Relieves inflammation, including cold symptoms; soothes minor burns and wounds; helps cuts heal faster; reduces appearance of scars, stretch marks, and varicose veins; decreases hypertension; promotes hair growth; stimulates scalp.  When used in aromatherapy for meditation, yarrow essential oil helps promote feelings of tranquility while easing tumultuous thoughts, feelings of irritation, and anger.

SAFE USE  Yarrow essential oil is generally considered safe. Women who are pregnant should avoid contact, and some individuals suffer photosensitivity or rashes after use. Conduct a patch test prior to application, particularly if you have sensitive skin.

[shattayuayurveda]

The Best Shirodhara Treatment: A Comprehensive Guide to This Ancient Ayurvedic Practice

Shirodhara is a revered Ayurvedic therapy that involves pouring a steady stream of warm herbal oil or other therapeutic liquids over the forehead, particularly on the "third eye" area.

This ancient practice, rooted in Indian holistic healing traditions, aims to promote mental clarity, alleviate stress, and balance the doshas—Vata, Pitta, and Kapha. Shirodhara is not merely a relaxation technique; it is a profound treatment that offers a multitude of physical and psychological benefits.

To truly appreciate and select the Best Shirodhara treatment in Ahmedabad, one must understand its history, benefits, and the specifics of the treatment process.

The Origins and Philosophy of Shirodhara

Shirodhara, derived from the Sanskrit words "Shiro" (head) and "Dhara" (flow), is a part of Panchakarma, the five-fold Ayurvedic detoxification programme.

This therapy has been practised for thousands of years, with its origins tracing back to ancient Ayurvedic texts. The primary philosophy behind Shirodhara is the principle of balance.

Ayurveda posits that health and wellness depend on a delicate balance between the mind, body, and spirit. Shirodhara is designed to calm the mind and enhance the function of the central nervous system, leading to overall equilibrium.

Historically, Shirodhara was used to treat conditions related to the head, including migraines, insomnia, and anxiety.

The continuous flow of warm oil is believed to have a deeply meditative effect, helping to release pent-up stress and tension while nourishing the scalp and hair. This holistic approach makes Shirodhara a unique and invaluable treatment in the modern wellness landscape.

The Process and Experience of Shirodhara

A typical Shirodhara session begins with a brief consultation with an Ayurvedic practitioner to determine the individual's dosha type and any specific health concerns.

The choice of oil or liquid used in Shirodhara depends on this assessment. Commonly used oils include sesame oil, coconut oil, and specially prepared herbal oils, each chosen for their unique therapeutic properties.

The treatment itself involves the patient lying on a comfortable treatment table with their eyes covered.

A specially designed vessel, called a dhara pot, is positioned above the forehead.

Warm oil is then poured in a thin, steady stream onto the forehead, oscillating rhythmically across the forehead to ensure an even distribution. The sensation is often described as deeply soothing and hypnotic, inducing a state of relaxation akin to meditation.

The duration of the oil flow typically ranges from 30 to 60 minutes, depending on the individual's needs.

After the treatment, it is customary to rest quietly to allow the benefits to fully integrate. Many recipients report immediate feelings of tranquillity and heightened mental clarity following the session.

The Benefits of Shirodhara

Shirodhara offers a plethora of benefits that extend beyond mere relaxation. The therapy is known to significantly reduce stress and anxiety levels, making it an excellent treatment for those suffering from chronic stress or burnout.

The gentle, consistent flow of oil stimulates the hypothalamus, which helps regulate hormones and can lead to improved sleep patterns and mood stabilisation.

Additionally, Shirodhara can improve cognitive functions such as memory and concentration by calming the mind and reducing mental fatigue.

The therapy is also beneficial for various skin and scalp conditions; the herbal oils nourish the scalp, promoting healthy hair growth and alleviating conditions such as dandruff.

For those with neurological disorders, Shirodhara has shown promise in alleviating symptoms associated with conditions like hypertension, migraines, and vertigo. The therapy’s ability to calm the nervous system and enhance blood circulation contributes to these therapeutic effects.

Choosing the Best Shirodhara Treatment

To ensure the best Shirodhara experience, it is essential to select a reputable Ayurvedic clinic with certified practitioners.

The quality of the oils and the expertise of the practitioner play crucial roles in the effectiveness of the treatment. Look for clinics that offer personalised treatments tailored to individual dosha types and specific health concerns.

Reading reviews and testimonials from previous clients can provide insights into the clinic’s reputation and the experiences of others.

Additionally, some modern wellness centres offer Shirodhara as part of a comprehensive Ayurvedic treatment package, which may include dietary recommendations, yoga, and other therapies to enhance overall well-being.

Conclusion

Shirodhara is more than just an Ayurvedic therapy; it is a holistic experience that rejuvenates the mind, body, and spirit.

Whether you seek relief from stress, improved mental clarity, or holistic healing, the best Shirodhara treatment in Ahmedabad can offer profound benefits.

By understanding the origins, process, and benefits of Shirodhara, and by choosing a reputable clinic, you can fully immerse yourself in this ancient practice and enjoy its transformative effects.

[wishbrightdreams]

Hello dreamers! It’s me again. 💖

Health (mental & physical):

The month of May has been mostly filled with anxiety about my health because I had to go to the ER to get something checked, which led me seeing a specialist shortly after. I now need an MRI and I was diagnosed with a type of hypertension due to my weight. (I’m 196lbs), they said I can cure it by loosing weight which I completely agree with! I’ve been trying to loose weight for a while but due to my certain medications that I’m on for my mental health, it makes loosing weight a lot harder for me. (I know that is just assumption based though which I’m working on changing that’s apart of the law of assumption).

I also changed one of my meds for my mental health and I’m not reacting that well to it. I have a doctors call this coming week so I will see about getting it changed. I’ve been feeling much more anxious and depressed while on this medication so I know it’s not working since that’s the reason I am taking it in the first place. I’m hanging in there though!

Career:

I found an open house event for becoming a volunteer at a community care place. This will help me gain experience for my end of life doula career as well as a great thing to put on my resume for part time work, which I’m still looking for!

Mindset & Spirituality:

I’ve been listening to self-talk affirmations in the mornings as well as listening to an OM meditation which has helped my anxiety a lot this month. I got to go to a grand opening of a metaphysical store in a nearby town and I’m excited to try some of their community events that they are offering. Because of my new meds, I’ve felt spiritually cut off from my spirit guides and had trouble connecting with them throughout the month. I’m hoping to reconnect with them soon because I need their guidance badly right now.

That’s it for now! ✨

[griddlebandits]

Running with Guides

A few months ago I signed up for a new-to-me 10k. The entire race event is set up to raise funds and awareness for pulmonary hypertension (PH) and multiple sclerosis (MS), and it offered multiple distance options. The name of the 10k distance was “Melinda’s 10k”, which is my full name so you know I just HAD to sign up. I did not look at the course map, and I had no friends who were running it but…

[sourcreamanonion]

The umbilical vein is a fascinating structure. After birth, the remnant forms a ligament of the liver, as well as paraumbilical veins with partial occlusion. Your body can make use of this structure during certain conditions—namely liver cirrhosis and portal hypertension. Your paraumbilical veins recanalize and act as a portosystemic shunt, pulling your blood from your guts to your heart in lieu of your struggling portal vein.

Have you heard of angiogenesis? New vessels can sprout from existing vessels, which can fuse back into each other and form new networks. Growth factors lead them to tissues that are starved of oxygen, and macrophages act as shepherds guiding their tips together. Your body is geared to create, to map, to seek out where you most need help, all throughout your life.

When you scream (or plan to generate any vocalization), your body protects itself. The tensor tympani muscle contracts when your brain plans to vocalize, tightening up your ear drums. This extends to most systems in your body; research shows your body keeps duplicates of movement-producing neural signals called efference copies. Efference copies exist to help predict (and suppress) the sensory consequences of willed movements. It's why you can't feel yourself the same as you feel others, can't hear yourself the same as you hear other things, why the world doesn't spin when your eyes move. It's also thought to influence your inner speech (one study suggests that internal speech alone can elicit an efference copy, thus causing sensory attenuation of audible sounds).

Your extremities prune because your blood vessels are instructed to shrink by your autonomic nervous system, not because they are absorbing water. They change so you might have a better grip on wet surfaces. So you might better interact with the world.

Your eyes perceive light where there is none via phosphenes. Phosphenes can be induced by mechanical, electrical, or magnetic stimulation... or through cells firing within the visual system. Some historians think that entopic phenomena influenced Upper Paleolithic art; many paintings and engravings mimic the geometric lattices and vascular patterns we can perceive with our eyes.

(Did our ancestors see light in the darkness just as we do now? Was that special to them?)

Phosphenes are hardly the only form in which our body can estimate sensations. There are so many perceptual metamers. Think of metamerism in colorimetry and metamerism in tactile vibrations. Two structurally different perceptions might seem identical to us. How amazing is it that we can imagine familiarity when the actual structure of a sensation is so different from what we perceive? Light and sound and touch have made a home in you.

Think of how we perceive color as a whole. The sky is violet, but you might be painting it blue... and that is special. That is unique.

So much can go "wrong" in your body with so many complex mechanisms at play... engineering is like that. But isn't it a little magical that your body can utilize inert remnants, that it can generate new networks, redirect your blood flow to your brain... all shifting in an effort to keep you alive? That your body knows itself inherently and uses that knowledge so it won't damage itself? That your body might eat itself in the name of preserving what is most important (you, you, you)? That your body can see and hear and feel things that are not a part of your immediate perception? And that, at any given moment, so many systems in your body are working impossibly to bring you to a state of consciousness... constantly redirecting, constantly shifting, constantly calculating?

(Because it wants to. Because it loves you. Even if you think we can't presume that.)

I think it's helped me to see that my body is neither jury-rigged nor perfectly orchestrated, but rather the simple sum of evolution... of change, of difference, of life charting a way. It's helped me to see what is working to keep me alive, to see that there is something really spectacular going on, something worth protecting.

I hope you can see that too.