#cw hyperextension

[magpie-sherlock]

so i have double-jointed elbows. they hyperextend. whatever it's called

basically they do this

and i did dance, specifically tap and jazz, for three years (ages 8-11). and in tap and jazz, there are a lot of times when we hold our arms out. which means that i would extend my elbows all the way, and they would do this. (i call it 'pterodactyl arms')

now, i didn't know that i had weird elbows, and thought that everyone else's elbows did this naturally. so when i looked around the room, i saw all the other little girls' elbows looking, you know, normal. so my little brain thought, "huh. wonder how they hid that," and learned how to bend my arms a little so that they looked like the other girls'. because i thought that that's what everybody else was doing

i didn't know i was double-jointed until a year ago when a teacher finally told me that that's what that is :)

[littleslaywrites]

pas de deux | spencer reid x bau!reader 

summary: you’re a ballet dancer in your spare time. when you get injured, spencer is there to help you recover.

based on ask: “can i request a spencer reid x reader where our reader (who does something like figure skating, gymnastics, cheer, ballet, etc, in her spare time) gets injured on the job and realizes that also affects her hobby? and spencer helps her find a new hobby while she's in recovery and it's just super fluffy and cute” 

word count: 1.8k

cw: f!reader, basically just fluff, slight angst kinda, description of injury (knee hyperextension), boyfriend!spencer, reader is an intern at the bau and becomes a member of the team

Ballet has always been there for you, even when nobody else was. You had been dancing your whole life, from age three all the way until now, spending your time after work in the studio. Although you chose not to major in dance in college, it was your solace, always waiting after a long day.

Spencer was the first person you had met that made you feel like ballet did. When you started your internship over the summer at the BAU, he was there for you without being patronizing. He understood you like nobody else had. You felt free around him, always excited to see him when you got home. Best of all, he was perfectly fine sharing your attention with ballet. When you had your first performance after meeting him, before he even asked you on your first date, he was waiting in the front row with the biggest bouquet of flowers you’d ever seen. From that night on, he was at every opening and closing night you had.

After graduating, you were promoted from intern to an official member of the team, and Spencer promoted you from crush to girlfriend. That winter, you were doing a production of The Nutcracker in D.C. at the Washington Ballet. Every night after work, you’d make the drive to rehearsal. It was a tight schedule, but the love you had for it ensured it was never a burden. 

It was a routine case, local, so you didn’t even have to fly out. Garcia had traced the unsub’s location, sending the team to a house in some unsuspecting suburb. 

The SUV pulled into the driveway, you sitting in the passenger seat while Morgan drove. Rossi and JJ were right behind you, so you didn��t hesitate to go inside the house. As Morgan kicked down the door, you saw the unsub make a run for it. You followed, but in your hurry, you didn’t realize there was a step up into the room you were rushing into. 

You realized you were tripping as it happened, swearing internally at your mindlessness. You felt your ankle twist, and you tried to save the fall by putting your knee down. You felt it hit the ground, buckling and bending back, pain shooting through the back of your leg. Morgan was ahead of you, already taking down the unsub, so your fall went unnoticed until JJ came through the door.

As JJ came to your side, your first thought wasn’t the injury, but the embarrassment you felt. Within your first three months as an official member of the BAU, you managed to injure yourself because you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings.

Laying flat on your stomach, you heard JJ ask if you were okay. You murmured something, trying to push yourself up to your feet. You’d had little injuries in ballet, so you surely could handle whatever you just did. But as you tried to stand, the throbbing pain in your knee made itself known. You bit your tongue to stifle yourself from crying out in pain. 

Your attempt to stand failing, you rolled over to your back and sat up, looking at the damage. You cringed away as you looked at your knee, bent in the opposite direction as it should be. Biting your lip, you carefully straightened your leg back out to its regular position, sighing as the pain set it. JJ called out for a medic, and you braced yourself for the consequences of your mistake.

Spencer is trailing behind the first two cars, arriving as the unsub is being led to the police car that was waiting outside. When he hears JJ call out for the medic over the radio, he immediately panics, mind going to the worst case scenario about you. As he climbs out of the passenger seat, he sees you hobbling into the back of an ambulance, arm around JJ’s shoulder. He jogs over to you, trying to see around the EMT who’s working on your knee.

“What happened, y/n?” he asks, trying not to sound too concerned but failing. 

“It seems like she hyperextended her knee,” the medic replies for you. “She should try to stay off of it for a month. I’m getting her a brace now.”

You’re looking down at your hands, not wanting to face the concerned look in Spencer’s eyes. Of course, you’re grateful someone cares about you in the way he does, but it makes you embarrassed to know you caused the concern. 

“I have a ballet performance in two months–” you begin, before the medic cuts you off.

“Absolutely not,” the medic says. “You’ll be on crutches for half that time, and you shouldn’t put any excess pressure on it for at least 12 weeks.”

This news shatters your heart. You know the medic’s careless attitude can’t be attributed to cruelty, he’s probably busy and wanting to get onto the next job, but his words still make your eyes water. Knowing the rest of the team is already moved onto wrapping up the case, you let a silent tear fall, still refusing to look away from your lap.

When the medic leaves to fill out some form, Spencer moves in close to you, lifting your chin to make eye contact with you. The look in his eyes is full of concern and understanding, only causing more tears to come.

“Hey,” he pulls you into a hug. “I know,” he comforts as you cry. 

You’re sure your face is burning from embarrassment, both from being injured and now crying in the middle of a crime scene. You bury your face in his neck so nobody else can see you.

He knows what losing ballet means to you, especially losing your role in the show. He doesn’t have to tell you that he understands, the way he holds you says it clearly. 

“You know, just before you started your internship, I got shot in the leg and was on crutches. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he comforts.

“Spencer, that wasn’t your fault,” you sigh out, “I tripped and fell. That’s all on me.”

He looks at you, knowing nothing he says can change your mind. “At least you won’t have to get on the plane for a while.” 

“What if I like being on the plane?” you ask back.

“You don’t,” he answers, a smirk on the sides of his lips as he tries not to smile at your commitment to being miserable.

You see him trying not to smile, and a laugh breaks up your crying. Spencer brushes away a tear that rolled down your face, joining in your giggles. 

“My stubborn girl,” he says lovingly, leaning down to kiss you.

The EMT clears his throat, and you take that as your signal to head back to the station.

Resting at home wasn’t easy for you. Despite your protests, Spencer got Hotch to give you two weeks off. You felt useless sitting around your shared apartment, not even able to clean with your reliance on the crutches. 

Even worse was when you had to call the company to tell them you wouldn’t be able to perform. You knew your understudy would do well, but giving up the role was heartbreaking nonetheless.

Spencer knew how devastated you were losing your passion, your escape from reality. His solution is to scour his bookshelves for whatever he thought you might like. You didn’t mind reading, but you’d lost your enthusiasm for it in college when you were swamped by textbooks and research papers. Spencer made it his mission to overcome that, knowing there had to be something you’d love.

The night before your first day alone on leave, you were laying in bed. Spencer had taken longer than usual to join you. Unable to go through the effort to get out of bed, you call out “Whatcha doing out there, Spencer?”

“You’ll see,” he replies. His secrecy makes you smile. You can tell he’s in this study from where his voice came from. Your curiosity is piqued, but you don’t want to spoil whatever surprise he has in store, so you just lay back down. Eventually, he joins you in bed, snuggling as close as he can while still being careful of your knee. The comfort of his arms pulls you into sleep.

When you wake up the next morning, he’s fully dressed, laying out clothes for you on the dresser. He helps you get dressed, even though it’s completely unnecessary. You’re not as injured as he acts like you are, which frustrates you, even though it comes from a place of love. Still, you're grateful he helps you get ready before he makes his way to the door to leave for the workday.

“You’d think I was as breakable as an egg from the way you act,” you say, crutching over to the door as he picks up his bag.

“I don’t know, y/n, you fell pretty easily,” he teases, soft brown eyes meeting yours to show that he means nothing, simply poking fun at you. You wish you could reach out and run your hands through his hair, but you’re held back by your crutches. Spencer’s probably grateful for that part of your injury, since he isn’t fixing his hair every few hours because you couldn’t resist playing with it.

Rolling your eyes at his quips, he leans down to kiss you. “I’ll miss you, Humpty Dumpty,” he says playfully. You scoff, faking insult, as he walks away and opens the door. “And, by the way,” he stops himself, “I left a surprise on the coffee table to you.” He closes the door, and you remember him in the study last night.

When you go to sit on the couch, you see a stack of books with a note on the top. Setting the crutches lazily on the floor, you pick up the note, reading:

I looked through my books and found a few I thought you might enjoy. Hopefully, they can take you to another world while you’re stuck on the couch. Love you, Spencer.

P.S. Ice packs are in the freezer.

You smile at his words reaching for the stack. Each book has a note placed inside on why you might like them. Anna Karenina because he remembered (of course he did) when you told him you performed in the ballet adaptation in high school. The Grapes of Wrath to remind you of your home state, California. Misery since you loved horror movies as much as he did, so he thought you might like a horror book. Animal Farm if you wanted something shorter but thought-provoking. Jurassic Park because, as he wrote, “everyone loves dinosaurs”. 

You smiled at the gesture, picturing him going through all of his books and choosing the ones he thought would help you forget about what your injury took away. Even with him at work, you felt his love in the stack of books, the notes he left, the coffee he left you on the table. He was your partner in crime, trusting him in the pas de deux of life.

You leaned back on the couch, picking up the first book from the stack, already anticipating discussing your readings with Spencer when he got back from work.

author's note: I absolutely LOVED writing this one. By the end it was totally self indulgent becuase I was having too much fun. It may or may not be totally based on myself. Since it’s nutcracker season I made that the show y/n was performing in. Also the books mentioned are all some of my favs. I pictured season 6/7 Spencer while writing but that has pretty much no impact on the story lol. @kakamixoxo I love you for this request and I literally had so much fun writing it!

[emuotori63]

//This is what I'm talking about btw

//(a few people I showed this to irl got uncomfortable because it's kind of body bending so... yeah, cw for whatever that is below the cut)

Hyperextension of the thumb

hypermobile fingers and thumb

Hyperextension of the hand

btw it does hurt sometimes, especially the thumb one

//What's hypermobility?

//Higher joint mobility

//I myself have it and can bend my legs a bit backward and make my thumb touch my wrist with my palm facing up :D

[joy-haver]

In response to: “hey, I think I may have hEDS too, what do I do?”

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Personally I’d look thru all the diagnostic criteria before hand just so you know what to expect and what to advocate for. take pictures of yourself doing the Beighten criteria stuff, that way you may not have to do it as many time later. Take pictures of any other “party tricks” (joint hyperextensions and dislocations that appear noticeably odd to ppl), and then never do them again unless it’s the only way a doctor will believe you.

Also, be aware that most doctors (at least that I have interacted with in the USamerican south) view hEDS as a “fakers and malingerers disorder”, if they’ve heard of it at all. This makes it very hard to get treatment. And if you have any other identities or conditions that make them not believe you, it’s even worse. The only way most of them will even consider it is if they think it was there idea, and manipulating them into thinking so is one option, but it is rather fraught. The other option is you find a doctors whose willing to do the testing parts, and then you manage on your own.

But that’s where the double edged sword comes in; which is, doctors can’t do much for most EDS. Which means that even if they don’t take you seriously, you might still be able to manage your condition on your own. That said, you do need the doctors to rule out other conditions that you *cant* manage on your own. And also to help rule out other forms of untreatable conditions that have different outcomes.

If you’re getting tested for EDS, get the genetic tests. They can check for everything except hEDS. Depending on your symptoms, You should also be evaluated for lupus, autoimmune conditions, disautonomia, and anything else that could explain them. None of those are mutually exclusive to hEDS, but they all have different management than hEDS alone would, so you need to be aware of that. Also, you may get diagnosed with “joint hyper-mobility syndrome” instead of hEDS. In my personal opinion, the difference is pretty much arbitrary and changes depending on whose talking about it, and makes no functional differnce for people living with either condition.

But Basically, what I’m saying is, go in knowing what tests you need. Do whatever you can to get them. Don’t hurt yourself too much along the way. Do not expect the doctors to be kind or helpful.

And remember that diagnosis is a tool. That’s it. It doesn’t change your symptoms. And being undiagnosed doesn’t mean that your symptoms are fake. These conditions are meant to describe reality, and if none of them adequately describe what’s happening in your body, that’s a failure of the medical system. Your symptoms almost certainly aren’t some misperception of your own self. And even if they are, they are real to you, and you deserve kindness and help.

Have self compassion towards what you are dealing with, diagnosis or not. Diagnosis won’t change whether or not you are disabled, it changes what rights and tools you have access too. Diagnosis is also a spectrum. Diagnosis is also a trade off. So is treatment. If it becomes so taxing to get diagnosed or treated that it actively makes your condition worse, consider if it’s actually worth while.

At the end of the day, it may not matter if you have EDS.

It does matter that you are in pain. And it matters that you find out exactly what you can and cannot do about that pain.

[brorilla]

Weekly recap

Good week overall :D

Positives: 

-Got 6 workouts in this week. First time in who knows how long (more on this below)

-Slept a lot! I got 8.5 to 9 hours of sleep a night. I’m either catching up on sleep or need more sleep because I’m starting to work out again. Who know!

-Scale victory: the scale moved (a lot!) this week. CW:217.2 lbs (98.5 Kg) ; Last week: 220.1 lbs (99.8 Kg). I suspect a lot of this is water loss as I haven’t really been restricting my calories (though I wouldn’t know since I’m not really tracking them. I guess I should say I haven’t felt hungry at all this week). 

Things to work on: 

-Still haven’t been tracking my water intake

-I’m waking up at different times each day (within a two hour window), biological clock is starting to get the memo though, maybe this coming week I’ll finally get to my “target.” (BTW...have you guys been keeping up with the Nobel prize announcements? This year’s Nobel in physiology and medicine went to three “basic” researchers in biology for their discoveries on biological time-keeping/circadian rhythms  (not basic as in “basic bitch”, but as in “fundamental” or “pure” researchers as opposed to applied, clinical, or transnational researchers)

-I said I wouldn’t spend too much time on my “re-start,” however I somehow managed to use up all of my free time yesterday on meal prepping. Sadly, despite spending a lot of time on this, I only managed to make mashed egg plant (sounds lame; tastes amaaaaaazing!) and roasted zucchini. Gotta somehow make the rest of my meals in about an hour today/tonight. 

I did some weights this week (because I’ve been away for a while I did some kinda strange looking sets to get a feel for where I’m at).

Sunday 10-01: Back

Pull-downs: 5 sets; 8 reps each�� at 55-, 70-, 85-, 100-, 85-lbs

Straight back seated cable rows (close grip):6 sets; 8 reps of each at  55-, 70-, 85-, 100-, 100-, 100-lbs each

Reverse grip pull downs: 3 sets; 8 reps at 85-lbs

Dumbbell rows: 1 set 8 reps at 20 and 2 sets 8 reps at 25

Barbell curl: 3 sets; 8 reps at 35 lbs

Hammer curls 3 sets; 6 reps at 15-lbs; 8 reps at 10 lbs; 11 reps at 10 lbs

Hyperextensions: no weight; 3 sets 10 reps

I have logs of my workouts for the other days, but I just realized how ridiculous it is to transcribe everything from my phone to here for an entire week and it’s taking way too long. So I’ll just try to upload workouts on the actual day I do them, straight from my phone. (I forget about technology some times).

OK...see ya. 

Have a great week!!

[catarekt]

Intro

Hey-o. Fitlr/Healthy Lifestyle repository here. 

27 F | 5′4″ | SW: 198 | CW: 177 | GW1: 168  First off, here’s a list of the shit I deal with: 

- Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis, an autoimmune condition where my antibodies are slowly destroying my thyroid. It comes with periodic attacks where I will feel like utter garbage.

- Hypermobility of all major joints, which causes frequent dislocations and hyperextension. 

- History of depression / cyclothymia and anxiety. I quit my therapist last month.

- Moderate to severe chronic insomnia.

- History of a plethora of headaches: migraines, sinus, cluster.

- Emotional food issues (but I’m a damn good cook). 

- annnnd a mostly sedentary lifestyle.

In Jan 2017, I weighed 198, close to my highest ever. On 5′4″ that makes me obese. Since then (it’s now May 2017) I’ve lost 20 lbs, on my own in a slow and healthy way, and I’m using this blog to collect resources. 

Stage 1 for me was nutrition, calorie counting (loosely), and portion control. This has eased the pressure on my joints and made it possible for me to start ramping up my physical activity, slowly as I am especially prone to injury as it is, I may as well reduce the severity. I’m working on getting steps in daily and beginning bodyweight exercises. The plan is to start biking again soon within the month and maybe dancing as well and swimming if I can ever coordinate my schedule to pool hours. (I am a terrible swimmer; I started when I was 25 and have only swum during the summer.) 

My first goal is to get out of the Obese category.

Ultimately, I’d love to be able to dance, be a decent archer (50# recurve), swim real laps, and learn to rock climb and hike (medium-core, not walking).