#Spine Treatment Without Surgery

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Comprehensive Scoliosis Treatment Without Surgery in India | Child Ortho Spine Care

Understanding Spinal Deformity: What Is Scoliosis?

Scoliosis can be described as one of the most complex spine deformity that is characterized by an irregular spinal curvature that is lateral. Though this disorder affects anyone of all ages but it’s typically identified in teenagers. If not treated, scoliosis can cause extreme physical discomfort, impaired lung function and serious problems with posture. At Child Ortho Spine Care, we’re committed to offering efficient and non-invasive scoliosis treatment without surgery  throughout India.

Why Choose Non-Surgical Scoliosis Treatment?

The Advantages of Non-Surgical Scoliosis Treatment:

Minimum Risks The non-surgical approach significantly lowers the risk that are associated with surgical procedures.

Cost-effective: Treatments that are not surgical tend to be cheaper than surgeries.

No Recovery downtime: Patients can continue the normal routine with minimal to no disruption.

Customized Scoliosis Treatment Without Surgery in India

Bracing for Scoliosis: A Proven Non-Surgical Approach

The most efficient treatment options to treat Scoliosis can be bracing. In Child Ortho Spine Care, we have a specialization in designing specific braces to meet the individual needs of each patient. Braces designed for this purpose are intended to stop the progress of curvature, and frequently, decrease the severity of the curve.

Physiotherapy and Exercises: Strengthening and Aligning the Spine

We include targeted physiotherapy treatments as well as exercises within our treatment plan. The exercises we recommend are intended to strengthen muscles that support the spinal column, enhance posture as well as improve flexibility. Our experienced team of physiotherapists collaborate with every client to make sure they are performing the exercises properly and efficiently.

Observation and Regular Monitoring

The Expertise of Dr. Sanjay Sarup

What is at the core of Child Ortho Spine’s success in treating scoliosis lies the Dr. Sanjay Sarup, a well-known orthopedic surgeon who has extensive knowledge of treating deformities in the spine. His knowledge, in conjunction with our top-of-the-line facilities assures our patients the best quality of treatment.

Conclusion

Child Ortho Spine Care is committed to providing the most efficient and caring treatment that is non-invasive Scoliosis treatments across India. We are a patient-centric organization with a focus on providing long-term relief and a better health. If you or your family member is looking for an experienced and reliable clinic to receive scoliosis treatment without surgery  Our team is here to help you through throughout the process.

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Medical information about Lenore's hips

Okay, not a funny thing: I fucked up my back around December. And after an MRI and a full spine x-ray, they kicked me in the ass to send me to a kinesiologist. And my thought was “well, if they're going to torture me with physical therapy, at least I'll end up with fanfic material”. Don't worry, I'm fine now and my kinesiologist had fun answering my questions about a 2D character with fucked up hips.

So I decided to sort out in one post the information my kinesiologist gave me and some other stuff I got from researching around.

Possible symptoms

Okay, this post is based on the following information provided by buddy @ghostselkie.

According to the places where she shows pain in the comic, it is very likely that Lenore fractured her pelvis this way.

The sacrum is a wedge-shaped bone that sits at the back of the pelvis between the hip bones. Five vertebrae in a person's spine fuse together to make this bone. They get progressively smaller toward the center, giving the bone its triangular shape. Since Lenore suffered a trauma fracture because a fucking tree fell on her, this would be a high-energy fracture, which would give her the following symptoms:

Hip and lower back pain

Reduced sphincter control

Pain, bruising and swelling throughout the immediate area. On the other hand, the Ilium fracture is much less common and in associated literature appears to be a bit more “harmless” than other hip fractures, since in some cases it may not even need surgery. However, she may have the following symptoms:

Bowel impaction (unable to go to the bathroom)

Open wounds (this does not appear to be her case in the comic)

Soft tissue detachment (bruising, hematomas and muscle tearing) You can find more information about this here and here.

Treatment, rehabilitation and repercussions on daily life

Okay, let's move on to the part where my kinesiologist was having a bit of a discussion with his colleagues.

In a modern day AU, Lenore would have received a pelvis surgery where she would have definitely had screws put in. This would have sent her straight into a post-operative physical rehabilitation process of several months. How long? 6 months minimum.

In this process, Lenore would have regained strength in the muscles that were damaged, regained control of the nerves that were shredded and taken steps to live pain free.

This is where my kinesiologist and one of his colleagues differed somewhat. Apparently, pelvic injuries are tricky because, although the pelvis is pretty tough and has a good margin to heal, it's also hard to get things 100% right, so: although they both agreed that Lenore would walk again, my kinesiologist said that with enough rehab she could live without problems with, perhaps, occasional pain if she overstressed herself (something that could also hurt her). But one of his colleagues was more skeptical and commented that she would probably need a Canadian elbow permanently.

Now, in the canon of when she was alive, she would have received neither an operation nor rehabilitation. This means that, although the broken bones fused together well since the doctors were able to identify the site of the break and immobilize Lenore so she could heal, without the screws it is very likely that something was slightly off and that is why she seems to be limping a bit. Add to this that, without physical rehabilitation, Lenore lacks strength in the muscles that were first damaged and then lost strength due to lack of use when she was prostrate, plus her nerves must also have suffered and make it difficult for her to control the damaged area well.

That is the reason why, for example, when Annabel falls and she holds her, it hurts: Lenore's muscles need assistance to support her own body weight and forcing them beyond that is like you overexerting yourself in a way you are not physically prepared for: something is going to tear, damage or break.

Consequences in ✨spicy✨ subjects

Here's a Pluto protector of NSFW content, what's below it talks about the consequences to Lenore's sex life of getting hurt in this way.

Of course, I researched this online and didn't ask my kinesiologist. You can find the full articles here, here and here.

Basically, Lenore is fortunate to be a lesbian woman because ideally her hips should remain static and not be pressured, which would be quite complicated if her partner were a male because penetrative sex puts a LOT of pressure on the hips.

In short, this is all a matter of posture to avoid any damage.

If Lenore is being top, she can either sit her partner on her lap (this while she is sitting in a chair or on the bed with her feet flat on the floor), ask her partner to lie down in a position where Lenore can lie on her side on her sore side and touch her without moving too much, or hug her partner from behind while they are both lying down.

If she is being bottom, it may help to have a cushion placed on her pelvis to keep things from moving, to lie on her side, and if her legs are spread apart, this should be done very carefully.

In both cases, her and her partner standing is also a quite friendly posture for her hip problems.

Also, but not least: Lenore cannot do scissors. There is no way this could not seriously hurt her, so it is completely out of the question.

[em-omer]

My name is Saadiya Masoud. My family and I have endured the horrors of war. Our home in Jabalia, northern Gaza, was bombed, and my husband was severely injured in the chest and legs. He urgently needs to travel abroad for treatment. His health is in a critical state, and he is also deeply affected psychologically, as he witnesses the hardship his family is going through—our struggle to secure daily food and the necessary medicine to ease his pain—feeling helpless in the face of it all.

I have three children: five-year-old twins, Omar and Zein, and my three-year-old daughter, Zeina. At the start of the aggression on Gaza, when our house was hit by a missile, my son Omar was injured in his spine after a pillar collapsed on him. We were barely rescued from the rubble. We were then forced to flee to the south. I, along with my three children, walked on foot, not knowing anything about my husband, as his injuries were severe, and we had no idea which hospital he was taken to. I spent almost a month without any information about my husband, suffering with my children as we slept on the streets, barely managing to find food once a day. After a month of hardship, I heard that some of the injured had been transferred from the north to the Al-Aqsa Martyrs Hospital. I was fortunate that day to be reunited with my husband. He was exhausted and still had shrapnel in his chest, but unfortunately, no hospital in Gaza could perform the necessary surgery due to a lack of equipment. We moved to live together in a tent shared with three other families at an UNRWA school in Deir al-Balah.

I am pleading with everyone to help us in any way possible. We need pain relief medication for my husband and my son Omar, as well as other medicines to treat skin diseases and rashes that have spread across our bodies due to the lack of cleaning supplies like soap and shampoo. We also need healthy food for our children, who are surviving on unhealthy canned food every day.

Even a few cents could make a huge difference in our lives right now. Your small contribution can help us secure the basic necessities we desperately need. Please, from the bottom of my heart, I ask you to share our story and offer whatever support you can. Every little bit counts, and it will bring us one step closer to relief. Thank you so much for your kindness and generosity.

https://gofund.me/42ba47b3

[kiwiana-writes]

Fanfic bind: the full spectrum of human emotion by @firenati0n

Roop is a joy and a delight so what a joy and a delight it was for ME to bring her fabulous The Proposal AU to life! This fic is so fucking charming and lovely so I really wanted to keep the, like, Romantic Novel™️ vibes going in the bind as much as I could. So I printed the floral design onto the bookcloth and just left an offset space for the vinyl titling—it doesn’t show up too well in the pics but it’s a GORGEOUS black glitter:

I had a ton of fun typesetting this one, too—there’s enough epistolary to keep things interesting without me having to create eight bazillion different font styles which is always a nice balance to strike.

I also decided to try something a little different for the bookmark! Rather than my usual ribbon bookmarks glued to the spine, I went for a magnetic bookmark instead. I’ve been playing with sublimation a lot lately (in my ongoing quest to side hustle my way into paying for top surgery… details on that tbc 👀) so I found a set of sublimation blank bookmarks and gave one the floral treatment.

Anyway if you haven’t read this fic, run don’t walk, it’s so fucking good!!!!!

[292905]

Spine Specialist in Chennai

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Our highly skilled team ofspine doctors in Chennai also provides advanced treatments such as Shoulder Manipulation and Knee Manipulation to restore joint function and reduce discomfort. Additionally, we offer Electrical Nerve Stimulation Therapy to help stimulate muscle recovery and reduce nerve pain. With our expertise in Exercise Therapy and Ergonomic Advice & Postural Correction, we ensure long-term health by helping patients avoid future injury.

As the Top Spine Specialist in Chennai, we also offer Neuromobilization Therapy, which is designed to relieve nerve tension and improve mobility. For a trusted, Non-Surgical Spine Specialist in Chennai, visit Ishwaryam Spine & Joint Clinic and start your journey to a pain-free, active lifestyle.

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EDIT: CRISIS AVERTED, THANK YOU!

Interracial US family w/ disabled autistic dad and toddler needs to get to the US for medical treatment

(New post because the old one was getting LONG with the updates. Details are under the "read more" to save your dash, with updates in the notes.)

TL;DR: If I'm going to live long enough to watch our daughter grow up, we need to get back to the US and get set up in a disability-friendly place where I can use my medical benefits.

Although I was already disabled (autism, adhd, and spine, joint, and head injuries), my health was stable--until four bouts of COVID left me immunocompromised, and utterly destroyed my health (including damage to my heart, blood clots that damaged one eye, neurological and joint issues, etc.), and although we started off fine, we've been hammered with one crisis after another, both medical and financial, that no one could have predicted.

Until we have enough to get back to the US, a chunk of whatever comes in has to go towards medical care that can't be put off, so the sooner we can reach critical mass on that, the better.

If you can help, or reblog, or share the links on other platforms, we'd be grateful!

The "Donate to Little or None" Paypal donation link takes the lowest fees, I think. (Kept the same link from when we were fighting to get our daughter's birth certificate fixed so we could get her citizenship affirmed.)

Then there's Ko-Fi:

And my little sister started a GoFundMe for us!

EDIT: The donation links above still work, but I removed the GoFundMe link.

IF YOU WANT ALL THE DETAILS SEE THE "READ MORE."

(There's more in my "rob gets medical" tag if you want a blow by blow account of how we got to this point over the past few years, but this is the gist.)

HOW IT STARTED:

I moved to the Philippines six years ago, after the deaths of my adult sons, in part to make my disability payments stretch further. Shortly afterwards, I was joined by my now-wife @thesurestthing (also from the US) for what was supposed to be a visit, but which turned into a permanent arrangement.

After I got a contract to license an old story for a mobile game (which tripled our income*), we found out we were having a baby, which was fine, because despite my disabilities (autism, adhd, two spine injuries, traumatic brain injury, a herniated esophagus, joint issues, etc.), my health was stable, and thanks to the contract, we were fine financially as well.

HOW IT STARTED GOING DOWNHILL:

Zoey's pregnancy was complicated, requiring two hospitalizations, and our daughter's birth was complicated, too--requiring a C-Section--which tripled our hospital bill. A few weeks after our daughter was born, the aforementioned contract was canceled without warning. THEN, when we tried to register our daughter's birth with the US embassy, we discovered an error on her birth certificate that left her stateless, and which took nearly two years, all our savings, and a fundraiser (thank you, generous people!) to resolve. Combined with medical expenses, that left us in a lot of debt.

A brief summary of went else wrong (leaving a lot out for brevity's sake):

I got COVID three four times during all this, became immunocompromised, and developed a slew of other medical issues (heart damage, eye damage and temporary facial paralysis from blood clots, persistent infections, a worsening of my joint issues, neurological issues, etc.) as a result of Long Covid.

I've had to be hospitalized a couple of times, undergo surgery, and was on an oxygen machine twice--once for an entire month, while I was bedridden. As of 24 January, 2024, I'm still recovering from my fourth bout of covid, which started at the beginning of October 2023.

There's a lot more, but you get the idea. COVID has completely wrecked my health, including tearing up my immune system.

And yes, I'm as fully vaxxed against COVID as one can be in the Philippines, with all available boosters, but again--I'm immunocompromised, plus they don't have the vax for the newest variant here yet. Zoey is vaxxed, also, and as a result, her bout with covid was extremely mild. El isn't vaxxed yet because they won't give the covid vaccine to kids under five here, but she's been able to share Zoey's antibodies from breast-feeding--which is apparently a thing.

The only way we can see for me to stay alive long enough to watch Eleanor grow up is to get back to where I can use my Medicare and VA benefits**.

WHY SO MUCH MONEY?

First, while we're still here, we need to pay for whatever medical care can't be put off. Plus, since I'm now immunocompromised, we have to get LOTS of vaccinations before we have to spend 24 hours or so in crowded planes and airports.

Second, we're going to be arriving with only what we can carry with us on the plane, and we'll need to get into a place near a VA hospital that I can easily get around in while I'm recovering from surgeries and getting various treatments. We'll need to pick up some secondhand household goods, and some kind of used transportation (because, you know, it's the US, where you kind of need a vehicle to get around).

We'll also need enough on top of my and El's disability payments to get by for a couple of months while Zoey looks for work. And all this is while we're still paying off the debt from the stuff I mentioned above.

So we're figuring that unless we catch some very lucky breaks, it'll probably cost between 20K and 36K altogether.

(We can't simply stay with friends when we get back, because literally every single close friend we have in the US with extra room and who lives close to a VA hospital has cats--to which I have a severe anaphylactic reaction. As in my entire respiratory system shuts down, and I have to be rushed to the ER to keep from dying; this has happened more than once. The only way I can be around cats is if I'm on immunosuppressants, and my immune system is ALREADY compromised, so I CAN'T do that.)

So again, if you can kick in, or reblog, or post our crowdfunding links (or the link to this post) on whatever other platforms you use, we'd appreciate it.

(*When I told social security about it, they said I could keep getting disability, too, because licensing IP rights didn't count as work income, and since it was a Moldavian company, it also fell under a special tax clause for getting paid by a foreign company while living overseas, so no taxes on it, either. )

(**VA benefits--I was a cold warrior in 1980s Germany. It was less than forty years after WWII, there was a lot of sabre-rattling--some of it nuclear--and we were there as a deterrent to prevent in Germany the kind of thing that's happening in Ukraine right now. Disclaimer because I'm tired of people accusing me of "invading" folks in the early 1980s when I was a dumb, heavily propagandized pre-Internet kid fixing generators in Europe. I wouldn't join today even if I could.)

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[silencedrowns]

cw: medical details, depressing, this is not a good post

so if you’re wondering why I’ve gone really silent on social media everywhere including bluesky, I’m dealing with some big problems right now and there’s no nice way to say this.

I have cancer.

I’m lucky in that it got caught surprisingly early in the spread because the second tumor pressed against my spinal cord in a way that sent me to an emergency MRI and then emergency spinal surgery to get part of my sacrum (and the tumor) removed, all my genetic markers for treatment are the good ones, and I have so many local friends and family supporting me. The doctors have been using the word “curable” and not just “treatable” since I woke up from getting part of my spine taken out. But.

But.

I’m sick, in pain, recovering from a very difficult surgery, drained from having to talk about this everywhere because talking about it is hard but letting people just plain not know feels even worse, I’m having the worst anxiety of my life while I wait to find out what exactly my treatment plan is going to look like, I feel guilty for thoroughly triggering people because this is so scary (and I’m also still dealing with the loss of my aunt about a year ago from cancer too so aaaaa), and if that weren’t enough, every time I go anywhere online I am at constant risk of having even more bad news shoved in my face.

I know it’s selfish of me to want to pretend other bad things aren’t happening, but god, there is only so much I can handle and I’m using about 190% of my ability to cope just waking up in the morning. I’ve never felt more overwhelmed just existing and there’s so much more “being brave” to go and I don’t know how I’m going to handle it.

I haven’t even known about this for two weeks and it still feels fake. Like I’m about to start a classic LJ era faked cancer scare. Except unfortunately this is happening and the constant pain I am in is here to let me know about it.

I’m sorry to overshare so much, but well… I have to get this out publicly somewhere and tumblr feels like a place I can do it safely without being overwhelmed.

If you got this far, thank you for reading and I’m sorry for making such a depressing post.

[justdiptych]

Trans issues are rarely brought up in the Fallout series. Fallout 2′s cut Environmental Protection Agency location was apparently slated to include 'Top Secret Research into Gender Modification', but there's little suggestion what that content would have actually included. Also, the pre-war USA was a fascist hellscape that was actively hostile to human rights - witness, for example, a federal information release about the New Plague, which conflates contagion, socialism and queer sexuality, and encourages readers to report anyone displaying any of the above for 'quarantine' - so pre-war trans communities likely drew as little attention to themselves as possible. More recently, two non-binary characters (Burke and Orlando) have been introduced in Fallout 76's expansions; their roles have been relatively minor.

All that said… the Auto-Doc technology we see in Fallout 2 and New Vegas would be an absolute boon for trans patients. Auto-Docs can synthesise and administer medications, including hormone treatments (the models in the Sierra Madre Villa Clinic can dispense adrenaline, for instance). Any medications not already available can be added to the Auto-Doc's database by a knowledgeable user - this is how the cure to Jet addiction is manufactured in Vault City.

Auto-Docs are also capable of all manner of surgeries. Cosmetic surgery is not unheard of in the Fallout universe - Rivet City’s Horace Pinkerton and Diamond City’s doctors Crocker and Sun all offer it - but Auto-Docs can go even further. Advanced models can even alter a patient’s entire skeleton, with minimal scarring: Fallout 2′s Chosen One can can have their skeleton reinforced, without any Charisma penalty (unless they opt for the heavier, more invasive upgrade), and New Vegas’ Courier can have their spine and central nervous system replaced with a synthetic alternative. Auto-Docs can even give a patient a new voice - Christine Royce tragically had this done to her without her consent, but this does demonstrate show the procedure’s viability for a willing user.

Whether or not the major medical companies of the Falloutverse would sign off on such uses of their tech, breaking and customising Auto-Doc programming seems to have been a simple matter. A suitably sympathetic or motivated physician could have easily started a trans health clinic that could address the bulk of their patients’ medical needs - hormone treatment, surgery far more advanced than exists in the real world, and even voice alteration.

In short, there is absolute, copper-bottomed, canon-compliant room in the wasteland for fully automated transing of genders, and I hope the devs will recognise and embrace this fact.

[mohannadadham]

Urgent Help Dalia's family Evacuate & Treat her parents

Plz Read Dr dalia Story:

Hello World , it's Dalia. Please read this as if I'm a member of your family . maybe your sister, daughter or a friend and as if my family who's under death now is yours.

My name is Dalia and this is my story. I am 27 years old, a laboratory doctor, and a graphic and website designer, also a private lessons teacher. Before October 7th, I had a beautiful and peaceful life with my family. I had ambition and many dreams. I was working in Al Shifa Laboratory and had an office for my design work as well as private student groups. But now everything has changed. What happened to us is a nightmare. I lost everything at once, my home and my work in all its aspects. We are repeatedly displaced between danger and death.

I am the older sister and my family is a trust in my neck, and I work hard to ask for help in our survival.

since the beginning of the war, from October 7 until today. We spent the first week of the war in Gaza. During this short period, we were exposed to many bombings and damages, and we were hit by rocket fragments as a result of close-in shelling. After that, On October 13, they asked us to forcefully evacuate the area due to its danger and go to southern Gaza. We went to Al-Shifa Hospital while we were living in a nightmare, extreme danger, and a devastating war. We remained there for a week and were subjected to siege and bombing. We did not have mattresses or pillows for our heads, and we had no drinking water، no Food, and nothing. We were sleeping on the ground between the feet of passers-by and the blood of the wounded. We were suffering from the pollution of the place. This is my picture in Al-Shifa Hospital, sleeping on the floor.

Since the war on Gaza began, it has lost almost everything In January, I lost 33 members of my family in one second to a single missile that ended their lives. I also lost my only uncle who died due to not receiving treatment and I do not want to lose anyone else.

As for me, I am a laboratory doctor, a graphic and website designer, and also a private lessons teacher. Before October 7th, I was living a beautiful and peaceful life with my family، I had ambition and many dreams. I was working in the Al-Shifa laboratory, which was bombed, and I lost my job there, also I had an office for private design work that was also bombed. What happened to us is a nightmare. I lost everything at once, my home and my work in all its aspects, my dreams and ambitions, and I became without a home, work, and clothes because we did not take anything from our house before it was bombed.

Before the war, my life was about successes and achievements. This picture is one of my design works that was displayed in one of the streets of Norway for a BBQ restaurant. I had a dream to reach the international level with my works and successes, but the occupation killed me and my dreams and everything before I arrived.

My work also designs perfume posters for a Saudi store, and I lost all of my work due to the war.

But my mother suffered the most, who had a hysterectomy 4 days before the war because of a tumor. She was sleeping on the floor and using a contaminated bathroom, which led to infection of the wound, bleeding, health complications, and a loss of 25 kilograms of weight. To this day, we have not been able to know the outcome of the tumor that was inside the uterus, and my mother also suffers from platinum in her spine due to the weakness of her vertebrae. She also suffers from a herniated disc in her neck, which poses a threat to her spine, She needs urgent surgery and is suffering from a lot of pain because she sleeps on the floor instead of a medical bed.

My mother also suffers from rheumatoid arthritis, asthma, and most importantly multiple sclerosis, in addition to being diagnosed with undifferentiated connective tissue disease and heart failure. She suffers from urinary excretion disorders, and needs urgent travel for treatment. Here is the medical report and diagnosis on her condition.

My father also suffers from heart disease, high blood pressure, and diabetes. Two months before the war, he underwent heart surgery due to 99% blockage of the arteries. His heart stopped twice during the operation. He stayed in intensive care for a month, and because of the war, he did not receive treatment for 8 months, which led to a severe deterioration in his health condition, and he suffered a severe heart attack that would have ended his life. He was unable to receive treatment due to the lack of medical equipment. My father took an echocardiogram on the floor without the patient’s bed.

My father also suffered a serious stroke a month ago due to his health condition deteriorating significantly. Please help me save their lives. I don't want to lose my father as I lost my only uncle who died in the war due to illness and not receiving treatment. I spend long hours with my father in his non-existent treatment. There is no medicine, no care, no treatment, no lunch, no meat, no protein. What we eat includes packaged foods, which cause many diseases.

My heart is torn apart in pain. My parents are the most precious things in my life and they are my whole life, I am the eldest daughter of my family and I have all the responsibility on my shoulders. I can no longer bear all this oppression and pain. Please help me, I need you, You are my only hope to save me and my family.

You can donate to DR Dalia and Her Family in GoFundme: click here

[pancakeke]

possible eating disorder talk under the cut but idk if this counts. but i need advice on needing to lose weight for medical reasons without losing my shit

my doctor keeps telling me that I need to lose weight to deal with my CSF issue (idiopathic intracranial hypertension), and there is literally no other permanent treatment for this except surgery to install a shunt in my spinal cord. and I'd rather not create the potential for more complications with my fucking brain.

but it's impossible for me to diet without becoming obsessive and trying to restrict food plus exercise in a way that drives my net calories for each day down as close to zero as possible.

I don't know what my problem is but after a week or two of eating healthier and getting past sugar cravings dieting becomes a numbers game to me and i drive myself insane trying to maximize efficiency.

like I lost over 80 lbs in six months the first time I did this. another time i lost a little over 50 lbs in a few months. there were also handful of other dieting attempts that didn't last very long because they hit my mental health too hard too fast and I had to bail for my sanity.

I have not communicated this to my doctor yet but frankly most of the shit I say gets ignored so I'm hesitant to start crying in the office trying to explain this only to be brushed off. also I'm not so sure he's going to take me seriously now that I'm clinically obese.

this dude (optho-neurologist) keeps telling me to go to my primary care doctor and get ozempic but like i am not taking another medication unless i have absolutely need it to function.

but i am serious that there are no other real options for dealing with IIH other than putting a permanent lumbar puncture in my spine. and I really do not want to do that. but if I don't do either of these things, I risk permanent damage to my optic nerves.

there's a medication I can take that reduces CSF pressure but the side effects are such a hit to my quality of life and mental health that I am afraid to go back on them again. It gives me constant stomach pain, nausea, and acid reflux and it makes my larger joints (hips, shoulders, knees, elbows) hurt so bad that my quality of sleep tanks hard. plus the pain makes it difficult to crawl around doing DIY projects. and it's a diuretic so it makes me piss constantly and get dehydrated super easily, which really fucks with what I suspect may be undiagnosed POTS (postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome).

I explained the joint pain stuff to my doctor twice and both times he told me that it's not a known side effect even though it's noted on sites about the drug (Mayo Clinic). I refuse to take that shit anymore.

anyway. idk. how do I tell my doctor that i can't diet without going insane. and how do I diet without going insane.

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

hi i’m so in love with the way you write roy omg!! i was wondering if you could write something where the reader is maybe the team physio and she has a daughter like around phoebes age? just like fluffy pining roy <33333

Take Your Daughter to Work Day

Roy Kent x Mom!Reader

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Warnings: Language

I'm such a sucker for pining Roy!! And potential step-dad Roy? Oh my heart 😫

“Good morning, Mister Roy!”

Roy wasn’t expecting to see your daughter sitting in the corner of the treatment room when he walked in with your morning coffee. Despite his surprise, he offered her a smile as he handed you a to-go cup.

“Morning, Bevs,” he responded, deciding that your kid was the politest one in Phoebe’s class. He turned to you. “Didn’t know it was Take Your Daughter to Work Day. Would’ve brought her a hot chocolate.”

With a sigh, you shook your head, making sure Beverly had turned back to the book in her hands. “School was out today and tomorrow for some conference the teachers have,” you explained in a low voice. “And my mum’s still recovering from her surgery, and I couldn’t get a sitter, so Bee’s with me today.”

Roy couldn’t help the way his eyebrows flew up. “Her dad wasn’t able to help out? Thought he worked from home. It’s not like Bev needs constant supervision.”

Your grip tightened around your cup as you rolled your eyes. “It’s not his day,” you whispered, your voice full of annoyance. “Which apparently means he’s not a parent until Friday afternoon.”

“Fucking twat,” Roy snorted. He immediately remembered that there was a child in the room. “Shit. Sorry.”

The laugh that flew out of your mouth sent a shiver down his spine, especially when it was punctuated by your hand touching his bicep. “You’re fine,” you assured him, giving his arm a squeeze before letting go. “It’s completely true, anyways. Even Bee knows that, although maybe in less colorful language.”

Roy returned your smile as he watched you bring your coffee to your lips. “Right, right.”

He wondered if you knew he fancied you. You had to know. He brought you coffee every morning, was always on time for his sessions with you despite his reputation for chronic lateness, he somehow always managed to be the one to bring Phoebe to playdates with Beverly, even when his sister was available, and he knew the way he looked at you was rarely, if ever, professional. In most cases, he’d have asked you out already.

But he knew that, as a single mum, your situation was different from most cases. He saw it with his sister. You had to prioritize the wonderful little human that sat in the corner of the treatment room who called him “Mister Roy” and always gave him a hug and thanked him for rides home from school on those days that you were desperate for help. He also knew that asking you out meant more than drinks and straight to bed; it would be something real, something he’d have to commit to. And he definitely was interested in that; he just didn’t know if you thought so.

Sam Obisanya poked his head into the room, interrupting the silence. “Good morning.” His eyes found your daughter. “Oh, hey there, Beverly!”

Your daughter waved. “Good morning, Mister Sam!” Roy found it adorable the way she always called adults “Mister” or “Miss”.

“Hey, Sam,” you sighed. “Ready?”

Sam nodded and plopped himself down on your table. Roy saw your eyes shift over to Beverly. He could see it on your expression: She’s going to be so bored.

Without a second thought, Roy approached your daughter, taking his time to crouch down in front of her in spite of his knee. “Oi, Bevvie.” She looked up. “I know you’d probably rather read your book, but I’ve got all these papers in my office, they need to be put in alphabetical order. Think you could come help me with that? And maybe after you could come out on the pitch, help us with training. Then we could grab some lunch with your mum.” He looked over his shoulder at you. “Would that be alright?”

For a moment you thought you were going to cry. Fuck, Roy Kent was such a nice guy. If he wasn’t a gorgeous retired professional footballer, you’d have wanted him to ask you out ages ago. Or hell, you’d do it yourself. He was better with Bev than her own dad sometimes.

“That would be great,” you managed to choke out as you got started with Sam. “Bee?”

Beverly was already out of her seat, taking Roy’s hand in hers, book forgotten on her chair. “Can I really go out on the pitch?” she asked Roy, eyes glittering with excitement.

“Fuck yeah,” Roy assured her as he led her to the door. “You can even yell at Jamie Tartt if you want.”

As the pair passed by on their way out, you shook your head at Roy, smiling. “Thank you,” you mouthed.

With his free hand, he gently touched the small of your back. You wondered if he could feel you shiver in response. “Anytime,” he whispered in your ear. He turned his attention back to Beverly. “Let’s grab you a hot chocolate first, alright?”

~

After a morning of work, you made your way to the coaches’ office, where Beverly was sitting at Roy’s desk, drawing a picture while Roy talked with Nate and Beard. He lit up when he saw you.

“Ready for lunch?” he asked in place of a greeting.

“Sure.” You walked over to Bev and looked over her shoulder at her artwork. It was a drawing of her and Roy on the football pitch. You ruffled her hair, taking note of the whistle she wore around her neck. “Bee, did you thank the coaches for letting you hang out this morning?”

She jumped out of Roy’s seat and approached each coach, giving them a hug in turn. “Thank you, Mister Beard. Thank you, Mister Nate.” She gazed up at Roy with adoration on her little face. “Thank you, Mister Roy.” Instead of a hug, she offered him her drawing. “This is for you. For being so nice to me today.”

He blinked rapidly as he took the picture. “This is fucking great. Thanks.” Immediately, he went and pinned it on the corkboard behind his desk, where there were already several pictures made by Phoebe hanging up. He looked at you as the other coaches made themselves look busy. “Called my sister. Phoebe’s at my mum’s, said Bev’s more than welcome to hang out there this afternoon. And I can drive her home when I pick up Pheebs. She can go over tomorrow, too.”

“Oh my God, thank you.” Without thinking, you threw your arms around Roy’s neck, pulling him into a hug.

After his brain stopped malfunctioning at your touch, he let his arms wrap around your waist, returning the embrace. Over your shoulder, he could see Beard eying the two of you with raised eyebrows and offering him a cartoonish thumbs-up while Nate watched with a wistful smile. Despite Roy never saying a word, the other coaches were painfully aware of his crush on you.

Once Roy recovered from the joy of being hugged by you, he drove you and Beverly to a nearby chip shop, where he insisted on treating the two of you.

“Come on, Roy,” you pleaded as he shoved your hand away from the credit card machine. “It’s the least I can do after you helped with Bev.”

He shook his head. “Fuck no. My mum would kill me if I let a woman pay for a meal that I invited her to.” He offered you a smile as the machine read his card. “When you invite me to lunch, I’ll let you pay. Deal?”

Your heart skipped a beat. Did that mean he wanted you to ask him to grab lunch sometime? “Fine. Next one’s on me,” you conceded, hoping you didn’t sound too excited at the thought.

As the three of you sat at an outside table and ate your lunch, you couldn’t keep your eyes off Roy. The way he looked Beverly in the eye when she spoke to him and gave her his full attention wasn’t something you were used to seeing. You didn’t date too much, and you very, very rarely introduced men to your daughter. On the couple of occasions where she did meet the guy you were dating, it was never like this. Sure, they were polite and nice to her, but you could tell it was only because they were trying to make a good impression on you. None of those men stuck around much longer after meeting your daughter. And you didn’t really want them to.

But Roy was so genuine. He asked her questions and was fully invested in what she told him, and he even let her steal some of his chips after she’d finished her own. You know most of this came from his own experience as Phoebe’s devoted uncle, but you knew it was also because he was just a genuinely kind person under his gruff surface. And it only made your silly little crush grow.

As the three of you climbed back into Roy’s giant car after lunch, Roy showed you a text he’d just gotten on his mobile. “From my sister.”

Does Bev want to sleep over? I can take them both to mum’s in the morning.

“Oh, that would be great,” you said. You turned around in your seat. “Bee, d’you want to sleep over with Phoebe tonight?”

The squealing coming from the backseat gave you your answer.

By the time you arrived at Roy’s mum’s house, Beverly was so excited she barely looked at you as she leaped out of the car and sprinted to the door, where a bouncing Phoebe waited for her. You and Roy followed and said quick hellos to his mother. You gave Beverly a goodbye hug and kiss, thanked Roy’s mum, and followed Roy back to the car.

Roy opened your door for you before climbing in on his side. The short ride back to Nelson Road was much quieter without an eight-year-old chattering away in the back seat.

“Thanks again,” you finally said. “I really appreciate you helping out.”

He shook his head. “Don’t mention it. Figure this way you can focus on work, and Bev can hang with Pheebs.” His fingers drummed on the steering wheel. “Plus, now you’ve got a free evening.” He glanced sideways at you. “Got any plans?”

You shrugged, wringing your hands a bit at the interest in his voice. “Probably just take myself out to dinner. Don’t usually get to do that during the week.”

Roy nodded. “Don’t suppose you’d want some company?”

Surely, you’d heard him wrong. “Company?” you echoed.

“Only if you want,” he quickly clarified. “I know alone time’s important; my sister really likes relaxing with a glass of wine by herself, but I mean…” He shrugged, fingers tightening around the steering wheel. “Might be nice. Sharing a meal together that doesn’t come in a Styrofoam box.”

“Are you going to let me pay for this one? Since I let you pay for lunch?”

A snort flew out of his nose as he pulled into his spot in the parking lot. “Fuck no. I never let a woman pay for a first date.” He offered you a small smile as the two of you climbed out of his car and met behind it. “Pick you up at six?”

In spite of your racing heart, you folded your arms coolly, returning his grin. “Sounds good. Just anything but fish and chips.”

The sound of his laughter made your heart dance. “Deal.”

[talkethtothehandeth]

As much as I agree that people who have EDS shouldn’t talk over people who have worse disabilities than us, and as firmly as I believe that disabled people should let other disabled people speak about their struggles without comparing it to EDS, I need you to know that having EDS, especially my type�� the one you find more often than other types, is not just “being bendy”.

I was diagnosed with EDS when I was a baby. I was very lucky, and was able to receive treatment (whether good or bad) quicker than others. However, EDS caused my hip dysplasia, it caused the condition that affected my mobility to the point where I needed three corrective hip surgeries; it was the cause of my bone not forming, I needed a bone donor to aid in correction. I have three long scars on my bikini line where Dr Caroll (from Shriner’s in Utah) cut into me in order to give me a better chance of having less limited mobility.

EDS isn’t just me being able to play bendy straw with my hands, it isn’t just me having to deal with “fake dislocations, it’s subluxations so it’s not that bad”. It caused my scoliosis, it caused my arthritis from my joints going out of place so often. I was diagnosed with osteoarthritis as a child, but as I got older, my arthritis spread to more places. I have burning nerve pain that makes me want to die, I have partial paralysis whenever my body decides to attack me spontaneously, I have dystonia, I have hearing loss, allergic reactions, and pain in every joint in my entire body. From head to toe, all of my joints, all of my muscles.

EDS is something that has severely impacted and negatively effected my entire body. It took everything from me, it took my already limited mobility, it took my peace, it took my mental health, it took my most beloved hobby ever— riding horses. I cannot sit to play piano, use my hands for my guitar, sit in a chair for more than 30 minutes without my back muscles screaming.

I took 14 pills every single day with multiple prescriptions because of what EDS has caused. I am undiagnosed with something that nearly killed me last year, everyone was preparing for me to die, and it has been dismissed by anxiety or an eating disorder, it is caused by my disease. EDS will affect me for the rest of my life.

EDS isn’t “just” being hyper mobile. This isn’t just a small disease that people go through, it is life altering and life compromising and life threatening from all of the comorbidities that come along with it; it is debilitating, it is isolating, it is pain that cannot be treated with even IV morphine, it is a constant, unrelenting acid rain condition just as many other physical disabilities.

People who have EDS shouldn’t try to play the Sick Olympics, we shouldn’t go to someone’s page and say “I’M JUST AS SICK AND DISABLED AS YOU ARE”. We should take the time to listen to people who have it worse, because so often they get ignored by abled people, they don’t need other disabled people to say that their conditions aren’t worse just because we have it bad. So many people are definitely more disabled than I am, and that absolutely does not erase my struggles.

Every physical disability affects the body in different ways, and every physical disability isn’t necessarily comparable to others. My degenerative arthritis isn’t the same as someone’s ankylosing spondylitis. My joints are fucked and my mobility has been significantly decreased as my disease has progressed. I am not going to compare my knees that will need to be replaced to someone whose spine is literally fusing together. Even though it’s a form of arthritis, it isn’t the same as mine and it isn’t my place to pretend it is.

But someone saying “it’s just hyper mobility” is perpetuating a harmful narrative, because people already don’t believe us, our stuff doesn’t show in labs and it only shows during further and extensive testing that many doctors don’t want to pursue because we’re “faking” or “being over dramatic”, because it isn’t “that bad”, it’s just bendy joints, it’s not debilitating./s It isn’t just being bendy, it is so much more and doesn’t need to be dismissed solely because it isn’t the same or as severe as someone else’s condition. Even if someone does have it worse, it doesn’t mean that EDS isn’t bad, and just because someone has EDS, it doesn’t mean it’s always comparable and needs to be shouted to the world on people’s posts about a completely different situation.