#excessive discussion of feet and toes

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Today in Mysterious Undiagnosed Hypermobility Issue Adventures...

My feet are two different sizes. I recently changed jobs and have to wear the most protective shoes I have on hand, aka, my old hiking boots which require a different type of sock on each foot to fit right. I'd previously been wearing work shoes that are more comfortable (but too flimsy for this job) and don't have the sock problem. So, I forgot. I wore the same thickness of socks on both feet for a few days.

This has resulted in a mild injury to my larger foot, which I didn't actually notice until today because my feet were both so sore yesterday from constantly walking around for 8 hours. It feels more or less okay, and then I put weight on it and it sparks a dull pain in the ball of my foot and feels like one or two of my toes are being bent in a way they're not supposed to.

The natural impulse I've experienced all day is to fix this by pulling on my toes. Didn't work. Eventually I had to start telling myself, "stop messing with it, if you actually tore or bruised something that's just going to irritate it." But the feeling persisted...

I must pop my toes.

So at last I gave in. After a few hours, I gently pulled on each toe and popped the joints. As expected, it had very little effect. Until the ring toe. Then all of a sudden something went clunk and popped very loudly and the pain stopped for a good couple of minutes.

Unfortunately I did take this to mean "pulling on toes is the solution!" and managed to aggravate some other part of my foot, so it's back to square one. But I could swear, that one misaligned toe feels like it's finally back in place after being messed up somewhere down in the phalange/metatarsal hookup zone. Still a little tender, but the main problem (weight-bearing issue) seems to have at least migrated to a different toe.

In conclusion: What the fuck?

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In Search Of Obliteration

Summary: After a frustrating day at work, a last minute trip to an unfamiliar liquor store has you leaving with a lot more than a bottle of tequila. Or How You Met Jake and Bradley. Prequel to The Waiting Is The Hardest Part.

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Jake “Seresin” Hangman x Female Reader [Hangster x Female Reader Polyamorous Relationship - The Beginning]

Warnings: Smut, Filth, Tiny Plot, Reader Has an Office Job, Discussion of Alcohol Consumption, Mature/Explicit Themes [threesome – m/m/f, oral sex – m/f receiving, manual stimulation – m/f receiving, anal sex, vaginal sex, double penetration - f receiving, cum eating, nipple play, condoms, lube] – 18+ Only.

Word Count: 6032

Author's Note: Yet again something that was intended to be a one-shot has taken over my brain. Is anyone surprised? I doubt it.

The car jerked to an inelegant stop in the parking spot you’d swung into in a split-second decision, and you turned off the ignition, still gripping the wheel with your left hand. Your body was full of excess tension – anger, if you were being truly honest with yourself. Jeffrey Collier was a spoiled, useless, trust fund child whom you had spent too much of your own time helping…and he had gone and taken the promotion that was rightfully yours.

You let out a growl of frustration and leapt from the vehicle, yanking the blazer from your shoulders, leaving you in a simple but flattering, office appropriate dress. You tossed the piece of clothing recently freed from your body into your car as though it was personally responsible for every professional misstep you had ever made and grabbed only what was necessary to lock your car and make your purchase. Turning to head into the liquor store, the first you’d spotted on your drive home, you were surprised to see the once empty parking lot was now also occupied by a sleek, black pick-up truck.

Two tall men were making their way toward the building, the very definition of opposites. One dressed in jeans and a Hawaiian shirt, a riot of colour in comparison to the head-to-toe khaki of the other. One brunette, the other a sandy blonde. You could not see their faces, but you were quite confident they were attractive. And very much a couple – the touch the brunette lay on the blonde’s arm, the sweep of his hand along the brunette’s lower back in response, their proximity as they crossed the parking lot.

They seemed so happy, chatting away about some get-together they were hosting the next day, that you slowed your steps, not wanting to intrude with the cloud of melancholy and fury you were certain was swirling about you. The blonde, meanwhile, hastened his steps to grab a cart as the brunette reached into his back pocket to pull out his phone. Your eyes, drawn by the motion, took a moment to appreciate the way the denim hugged the curve of his ass before the piece of paper fluttering to the ground caught your attention.

He continued walking into the store, oblivious, and you sprinted forward, planting your foot onto the slip just as a gust of wind swirled metropolitan debris across the asphalt. Bending down to secure it in your fingers, you called out a quick ‘hey!’, but not knowing his name, it was ineffectual at pulling his attention away from his phone screen. Closing the last bit of distance with long steps, you reached out a hand to tap his shoulder. The sound of your footfalls must have caught his attention, causing him to turn back towards you on the threshold of the store. Your palm landed on the warm, smooth skin of his bicep, firm muscle corded beneath, while your fingertips brushed against the worn cotton of his tropical shirt.

The unexpected contact had your feet skidding to an awkward halt, your wide eyes lifting to meet his equally wide, soft brown ones. The heat of his skin fairly scorched your palm, sending a shiver through you that left goosebumps on your exposed skin in its wake. You had been wrong. He was devastatingly attractive, sporting a mustache that had no right looking that good in this decade, and wearing cologne that was subtle, warm, spicy. It made you want to lean in, press your face to his neck, inhale deeply and investigate if that was cinnamon or all spice…

“Rooster what was the name was that IPA Payback likes again?” His partner asked from a few aisles over and you yanked your hand back as though burned, holding the paper up in front of your face.

“You dropped this.” You exhaled quickly and assembled your expression into something akin to a smile, though it certainly had to be an exhausted one. You turned to head towards the hard liquor as soon as he plucked the list from your fingers with a husky ‘thank you’ that nearly disintegrated your underwear.

Vodka maybe? Memories of too many vodka martinis came flooding back to you and you shook your head, moving down the aisle to consider rum next, unable to ignore the way their playful banter filled the otherwise empty store.

“Don’t forget the Longhorn now…”

“Yes, yes, we’ll get your hometown pisswater, Hangman.” Rooster rasped good humoredly.

Too much sugar in rum, and gin needed a mix…tequila was looking like your best bet. Coming to the back of the store, you eyed the wall of choices, admittedly overwhelmed. You pulled out your phone to do a quick search on reasonably priced yet good-tasting tequila when a throat cleared softly to your left.

“Looking for recommendations?” The blonde…Hangman, was it?...drawled with a brilliant grin as you snapped your head to look at him before looking down with a resurgence of guilt for gawking at his partner in the doorway. “I’d be happy to help, what are you looking for?”

You glanced at the hardware on his chest, suspicion that he was military confirmed by their presence. Your gaze lingered on his ‘Seresin’ name tag before shifting to the golden pair of wings pinned above the rows of multicoloured medals above his heart. Chewing on your lip roughly, you glanced down at your phone and then back up to the wall of bottles.

“Well, I’m looking to get just drunk enough to forget all my career aspirations and maybe my name, without crossing the line into alcohol poisoning…” You sighed in a rush of honesty and then tensed, turning to give him a chagrined smile. “More than you were asking for mmm? Think I’ll just go with the trusty second-cheapest.” You rambled and surged forward, wondering if the universe might be kind enough to have the shelving just collapse on you and end your suffering now.

Your eyes ricocheted across the prices until they located the right price point, perched on the top shelf. As you were reaching up to grab a bottle, you felt the warmth of his body move in behind you, his arm stretched out above you to easily grasp a bottle on your behalf. His cologne flooded your senses, once again the opposite of his partner’s – bold, fresh and citrusy, but inviting you all the same to take a deeper breath to savour the scent of him. Just like his partner though, he was also unfairly handsome, making your pulse race as he set the cool, glass bottle in your hands. His eyes were sparkling with mirth and intrigue as he looked you over, delivering an undeniably flirtatious wink before he turned to select a much higher quality brand for himself.

Standing there in stunned bewilderment, you watched as he wended his way through the aisles back to Rooster, setting the tequila in their cart. It was checked off the list with a touch of flair before they started towards the checkout. They were half unloaded by the time your faculties returned and you moved to stand patiently behind them, cradling your second-cheapest tequila against your body as you tried your best to look anywhere but at them. You had gotten into enough trouble already this evening.

The chorus of ‘thank yous’ and ‘have a good evenings’ had you lifting your eyes to see them loading the last few cases of beer back into their full cart. Two pairs of eyes, one brown the other green, met yours and you offered one last smile.

“Have fun with your event.” You nodded to them as they wished you a pleasant evening and made their way out to their truck.

Your transaction was quick by comparison, yet you were nonetheless surprised to find the pair of them still lingering in the parking lot, waiting closer to your vehicle than theirs, as you stepped out into the long light of the setting sun. You hesitated a moment as they shared a look, Rooster nodding to Hangman, before the latter stood taller as you reached your car.

“Rooster…I mean, Bradley…and I, Jake, were wondering if you might be interested in a suggestion for how you might spend your evening. Instead of alone, with that bottle of tequila.” He gestured to the brown paper bag tucked into your elbow and you raised your eyebrows, keys clenched between your fingers.

“A suggestion?” You tilted your head, wondering if you were about to get propositioned in a liquor store parking lot.

“A more entertaining way for you to forget your name, that won’t leave you feeling quite so sick…” Rooster…Bradley…whatever, chimed in.

“Come home with us.” Jake added, confirming your suspicions, making your eyes widen.

“But aren’t you a couple?” You blurted and then immediately regretted sounding like a midwestern prude. “Sorry I just…was not expecting this…” Your keys jangled as your fingers fiddled with them nervously.

Jake chuckled and nodded. “We are…doesn’t mean we don’t enjoy the company of pretty girls like yourself…” He stepped closer, letting his fingertips drift down your bicep, over your elbow.

You should have been offended, being called girl, especially after the day you’d had courtesy of the patriarchy, but there was something about the way it rolled off his pink lips that made your knees want to knock together. Or maybe that was due to the way his sage green eyes were burning into yours.

“Promise we’ll take your mind off whatever’s got you so riled up…” The gravelly voice of his partner, along with the brush of his facial hair against your ear, made you shudder and lick your lips involuntarily. When had he gotten so close…

Alcohol…sex with strangers…equally risky, right? Definitely not, but their closeness to you, the way their colognes both competed and complimented in your nostrils, was making it very difficult to be truly rational. And the promise to help you forget the day? That was too much to ignore.

“Condoms or I’m not coming.” Your lips twitched into a smirk, and you pressed them together in an act of self-discipline. “Not coming over.” You clarified as full smirks danced on their faces.

They shared another look before nodding.

“Agreed.” Jake spoke on their behalf. “We live in Imperial Beach, you ok to follow us?”

You nodded, swallowing thickly. You were half-blinded by lust but wanted to have your own vehicle wherever you ended up, so you were going to have to focus. Utilizing tricks such as aggressive air conditioning and overly-loud music, you managed to cool some of the heat they had ignited in your flesh and shake yourself out of your stupor. Jake, who had climbed into the driver’s side, was also doing a good job of driving with the intention of being followed.

Within fifteen minutes you were pulling into the driveway of a tall, narrow home covered in white stucco. You pulled on your blazer and shoved your bottle of tequila into your work tote, taking a fortifying breath before climbing out of the car. Jake already had the front door open, and Bradley was filling his arms with beer cases. Having been trained since childhood to help wherever it was needed, you slung your tote over your shoulder and grabbed the last two yourself, following him inside.

The tiled entryway was tidy and welcoming, facing a set of open stairs to the second floor but also open to the entire main floor which overlooked Imperial Beach and the pier. Your jaw almost dropped before you reminded yourself not to gawk. They said they lived in Imperial Beach, but more accurately they lived on Imperial Beach.

“You helping, pretty girl?” Jake smirked and took the cases from you easily, filling your view with the way his biceps bunched under the load.

“Uh yeah, that should be the last of it.” You swallowed and, noticing they both had taken off their shoes, you did the same.

“Oh Hangman’s gonna give you an extra orgasm for that pretty girl.” Bradley chuckled, brushing passed you to go lock up the truck.

“The man is not wrong…” Jake grinned, leaning against the banister, eyes raking along your frame. “Such good manners, taking off your shoes, helping unload the car…”

“I uh…can’t help myself.” You shrugged sheepishly, tucking your shoes out of the way where they had put theirs. “Helped someone else right into the job I wanted…” You muttered bitterly, straightening to find the blonde man a lot closer than he had been before.

“And we’re going to help take your mind off of that, aren’t we Rooster?” He reached up for your tote bag and you gratefully shrugged it off your shoulder as you heard the door close and lock behind you.

“We most certainly are.” Bradley rumbled in reply as his hands reached around your body, coming to rest on the collar of your blazer, helping you shrug out of it before hanging it in the closet.

Feeling your pulse thrumming through your veins, you tensed as you suddenly realized you had yet to introduce yourself.

“Jake…” You lay a hand on his shoulder as he nodded before turning to looking at the brunette. “Bradley.” You smiled as he licked his lips and nodded in kind, laying your hand on his bicep again – where your hand had been yearning to return to. You gave them your name, looking back and forth between the two of them. “It’s nice to meet you.” You laughed a little at the absurdity of introducing yourself this late in the game, watching as they both stepped closer.

“You want to kiss her, don’t you Rooster…have since she first touched you…” Jake spoke with a hushed intensity that made you shiver despite the heat enveloping you from their combined proximity.

“Yes…” He breathed in reply, eyes dropping to your lips and your tongue darted out to wet them unconsciously.

“Go on then…” Jake encouraged, sliding his arm around your waist as he pressed up against your side. The hand that had been resting against his shoulder naturally slid up to cup the back of his neck, but your face turned up towards Bradley’s in silent invitation.

It was gentle at first, a brush of his soft lips against yours that had you leaning closer, yearning for more contact. His hands lifted to frame your face, lips pressing to yours more firmly as his tongue sought access into your mouth. Your fingers curled into Bradley’s bicep and the back of Jake’s neck simultaneously, your noises of delight swallowed by his ravenous mouth. The feeling of Jake’s lips trailing hot, wet kisses down the column of your throat had tour toes curling into the tile, drawing a ragged moan from deep in your chest at the surprise of it, the delight of basking in so much attention.

Bradley’s lips left yours to attack the opposite side of your throat but were quickly replaced by Jake’s drawing you in for a heated kiss. A hand which you were fairly certain belonged to Bradley was massaged its way up your thigh while another, which was likely Jake’s, was kneading your butt cheek. Altogether, the sensations they evoked where making it quite difficult to stand, and you clung to them desperately, trying not to melt onto the floor in their front hall.

“Mmm maybe we should get you upstairs before you fall apart on us mmm?” Jake mocked teasingly, making Rooster chuckle against the crook of your shoulder.

You trembled with a whimper of agreement, grateful as they carefully pulled back before Jake led you up the stairs by the hand and Bradley followed closely behind, hands on your hips to be sure you didn’t fall. You passed several rooms full of neatly made beds, wondering if they often hosted a lot of guests, before arriving in the primary suite with a king-sized bed and breath-taking ocean view. You felt Bradley’s fingers busy themselves with the fastenings on your dress and you reached forward for the buttons on Jake’s shirt as he turned to face you.

“Eager, aren’t you, pretty girl…” He grinned and seized your lips with his once more, making your task that much more difficult.

Somehow you managed to prevail, tugging his shirt free from his pants to undo the last few buttons before pushing it from his shoulders. You huffed in frustration as your fingers met the cotton of his undershirt and he chuckled against your lips.

“I’ll be sure you share your feedback on my uniform with the Navy.”

Feeling particularly feisty, you let your teeth graze his bottom lip in reply, shuddering at the growl that echoed in his throat. You shifted back and pulled his shirt up and off, squeaking as Bradley took advantage of the moment and did the same with your dress, leaving you in your bra and underwear. A hush fell over the pair of them as they drank you in and your throat spasmed as you gulped roughly under such intense scrutiny.

Needing something to focus on, you turned quickly to fight with the buttons on Bradley’s shirt, gnawing on your lip brutally as you worked the plastic circles through the fabric slits one-by-one.

“Pretty girl, you’re gorgeous…” Jake broke the silence at last, his warm breath caressing the back of your neck before he began to kiss and nip his way down your spine.

Your back arched in response while Bradley’s index finger slid beneath your chin to lift your eyes to meet his nearly black ones, pupils blown with lust.

“Hiding your gorgeous self beneath that dress is a crime…” He purred and pulled you in to nip at your jaw.

A second huff fell from your lips as you found another undershirt obscuring your target. “The real crime here is the undershirts you boys wear…” You countered and leaned back to pull Bradley’s up and off as well.

The clasp on your bra loosened suddenly, your breasts spilling free from the cups as Jake dragged the straps down your arms and let the garment fall to the ground. His busy hands slid down to cup the apex of your thighs while Bradley bent his head to suck at one nipple, thumbing and rolling the other. Your head fell back onto Jake’s shoulder as he began to trace your folds through your underwear, grinning against your ear at the growing dampness there.

“That feel good, pretty girl?”

“Ye…yes…” You panted, arching your back needily as Bradley switched his attentions to the other nipple.

Jake began to walk back towards the bed, pulling you and Rooster with him. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of your underwear, he peeled them off your hips before pushing them to the floor, helping you step free. You felt him sit on the edge of the bed behind you before sliding up to rest against the pillows, holding out his hands in invitation. You crawled forward onto the duvet but stopped at his belt, unbuckling it and unzipping his pants, working both off his hips as you saw Bradley shuck off his jeans before following you onto the bed.

Your lips met Jake’s eagerly, hips straddling his, but his hands gently guided you to lay with your back against his chest, spreading your thighs open to Bradley’s hungry gaze.

“Oh, pretty girl…” Rooster sighed hungrily, leaning up to kiss you appreciatively before pressing his lips to Jake’s firmly, trapping your body between theirs. A whimper bubbled up in your throat at the sight of the two immaculately sculpted men kissing passionately beside you, and you clung helplessly to Bradley’s sides, hips rocking against the two firm cocks you could feel pressing against the front and back of your body through their underwear. They grunted into their kiss in unison, hips grinding into yours in response, making you mewl wantonly.

Bradley’s mouth left Jake’s, leaving a trail of saliva down your torso before coming to settle between your thighs as Jake’s hands cupped your breasts. He licked a broad stripe along your folds, making you arch against Jake, who nipped your earlobe in turn.

“What’s he doing to your pretty pussy, pretty girl? Tell me…” He coaxed, licking at the shell of your ear, listening expectantly.

“He…ah….he’s spreading me open and…his tongue is…shit the mustache feels…” You struggled, making Jake chuckle as he tugged at your nipples, only adding to your mental haze. “Oh he’ssuckingonmyclit…” You gasped, hips undulating between Bradley’s mouth and Jake’s cock where it pressed against the cleft of your ass.

Jake hummed in encouragement, rutting against you as you described the first and then second finger that Bradley slipped into your warm heat. The fingers of your right hand were buried in Bradley’s sun-kissed chestnut curls while those of your left had sought the longer golden locks near the crown of Jake’s head. As Rooster curled his fingers forward into the spongey spot that drove the breath from your lungs, both men were rewarded with a sharp tug to their hair as an agonized moan ripped from your throat.

“Talk to me, pretty girl…” Jake drawled, voice thick with desire, cock throbbing against you.

“Oh fuck, he found my g-spot…” you whined, bucking sharply with a groan as Rooster stroked it again triumphantly.

“Well done, Rooster.” Jake grinned, tone glowing with pride in his partner who pursued your internal pleasure point ruthlessly until you were cumming around his fingers with a wail.

“Fuck, Jake, you gotta taste her…” Rooster groaned between licks of your cunt before crawling up the bed the offer Jake his glistening fingers.

You watched in the haze of your post-climax bliss as Jake’s tongue wrapped around Bradley’s fingers, pulling them into his mouth and sucking them clean, his eyes fluttering shut at the taste of you.

“Wanna taste her on you, too…” He pulled back and slammed his lips against Bradley’s, tongue delving into his mouth to savour every last drop of you before he licked his face clean. The sight alone had you flooding with fresh desire, your thighs rubbing together unconsciously seeking friction as your breathing shallowed.

Mercifully, they took pity on you, carefully rearranging bodies and limbs to allow Jake to savour the taste of you from the source while you shuffled to hang your head off the edge of the bed.

“Bradley…I’d really like your cock in my throOAT!” The end of your sentence marred by Jake plunging his tongue into your cunt. “Please…” You whined, reaching for his boxers needily as you ground your clit against Jake’s nose, eyelids fluttering as he chuckled against you.

“Who am I to deny such a request pretty girl?” Rooster licked his lips, stroking your cheek as he came to stand on the floor in front of you, removing his boxers to reveal his weeping cock.

You swallowed thickly at the rush of saliva in your mouth and reached out to wrap one hand around his girth, the other gripping his hip and guiding him closer. You traced your tongue along the veins on the underside of his length before taking the tip of him into your mouth, moaning around him as Jake managed to find your g-spot as well. Taking a deep breath through your nose, you pulled his hips closer, relaxing your throat to take him as deep as possible, swallowing around him. His thick curse above you made you grin, even as your muscles spasmed and your eyes watered.

Laying both hands on his hips loosely, you let him set the pace, using your mouth and throat as he would. A wave of desire flooded your lower abdomen as Bradley began to thrust his cock, making Jake exclaim between your thighs.

“Pretty girl sure is enjoying herself, Rooster.” He chuckled and added a third finger to your well-prepped cunt, making you moan hungrily around Bradley’s length.

You felt your second orgasm approaching, the band in your abdomen tightening dangerously. You shoved Bradley’s hips back, causing him to withdraw his cock from your mouth before your eyes rolled back in your head as you arched with a soundless cry, clamping down tightly on Jake’s fingers.

“Holy shit…” Bradley murmured, supporting your head with one hand, gently wiping at the sheen of sweat gathering on your cheeks and forehead with the other. “How you doin’ there, pretty girl?”

“So…s’good…” You slurred, nodding as you trembled and jolted with aftershocks until you had to gently but firmly pushed Jake away from your cunt with a foot to his shoulder. “Too much…” You breathed.

You were fairly certainly they both chuckled at that before working together to lay you against the pillows, caressing you gently while taking turns kissing you and each other while your soul gradually returned to your body.

“You up for more? We’d very much like to give you more but we’d understand –”

“More.” You replied with clarity. “Haven’t even felt your cock yet, Jake…” You slid a hand into his boxers to wrap your fingers around him, licking your lips at the velvet wrapped steel you found there.

He pressed his forehead to yours, eyes falling shut as he inhaled shakily, hands coming to grip your hips tightly.

“How would you like us, pretty girl? You’ve got some options…” Bradley asked, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, his mustache brushing against your skin and drawing your nipples into firm peaks.

Your fist worked along Jake’s length at a languid pace as you considered all your options before landing on the greediest…and truly, if you were going to have the chance, you might as well seize it. Carpe double penetration…

“I’ll take both of you at the same time, please…Don’t care who’s in my cunt and who’s in my ass…I just want both of you…” There was a clash of teeth and tongues as first Jake and then Bradley kissed you fiercely before Jake slid from your grasp to divest himself of his boxers and fetch a roll of condoms and a bottle of lube from the bedside table.

“On her side, maybe?” Rooster asked and Jake nodded.

“Neither of us will crush her that way.” He smirked a little and worked the packets open as Rooster rolled you to face him, kissing you deeply.

You felt the bed dip and Jake’s hands reach between your bodies to carefully roll a condom onto Bradley’s length before applying a generous drizzle of lube. Bradley hooked his hand behind your top knee and pulled it over his hip, lining the tip of his cock with your entrance before he slowly began to press forward, eyes drinking in your face hungrily. You cupped his cheek, fighting the urge to clench your eyes shut as he filled you, panting at the stretch despite all of their preparations.

Jake slid up behind you, his well-lubricated fingers circling and stretching your ring of muscle open gradually, one finger at the time.

“Oh…fuck…” You whined, pressing your head back into his shoulder.

“You’re doing so good pretty girl, so good…” He praised, peppering kisses along your temple and cheekbone as Bradley’s calloused fingers sought your clit, circling the bundle of nerves to help you relax. “You ready?”

“Uh huh” You nodded, feeling the latex-wrapped tip of his cock pressing against your ass.

Jake rolled his hips forward, making your eyes clench shut and jaw go slack at the intensity of the pair of their cocks filling you so very completely. One hand clutched at Bradley’s shoulder where it pressed into the mattress, the other snaked back in Jake’s hair, trying to cling to them both to stay grounded – certain you might simply float away on this feeling.

“We’ve got you, pretty girl.” Bradley soothed.

“Not going anywhere.” Jake cooed.

Tentatively, experimentally, you rocked your hips, quivering at the waves of pleasure that rolled through you. Jake reached across your hips to grab a handful of Rooster’s ass, making him rock forward, his length sliding against Jake’s through the thin barrier within your body.

“Yes, that’s it…” Jake encouraged, and Rooster began to thrust in earnest – slowly at first, before the volume of both your and Jake’s cries drove him faster.

Initially, Jake remained still, but began rocking his hips in time with Rooster’s every fourth, third, and then second thrust. By the time they were moving in sync, you were an incoherent, babbling mess.

“Mn…Ja…ke…Bradleeee…yes…”

Jake’s hand squeezed your breast firmly as Bradley’s thumb pressed insistently at your clit, their cocks sliding in and out of your body in a delicious unison until climax tore through your body, a rainbow of colour exploding behind your eyelids.

“Oh fuck…” You heard Bradley’s strangled shout as you clenched around his cock rhythmically, his hips stuttering before he came into the protective latex.

Safe in the knowledge that everyone else had achieved pleasure, Jake at last allowed himself to orgasm, pressing his face between your shoulder blades as his hips jerked against yours, filling his own condom with a ragged cry.

Your consciousness was questionable as the men cleaned you up and made sure you ingested some fruit and water before settling into the bed with you, cradled in their warm, strong arms. Your cheek rested on Jake’s bicep, Bradley’s chest pressed against your side and his arm wrapped around your waist.

“Did it work?” Rooster asked drowsily and your eyes fluttered open.

“Hmmm?” You intoned lazily.

“What’s your name?” Jake smirked cockily.

“Mmmm, pretty girl…” You replied promptly, shutting your eyes and falling asleep between them.

Sunlight filled the room the next time you opened your eyes, and you were keenly aware of the fact that you were on a different side of the bed, alone. Hearing heavy breathing and stifled moans behind you, you rolled carefully onto your side, eyes widening at the sight of Jake with his head buried between Bradley’s thighs. Jake’s lips were wrapped around Bradley’s cock as the lanky brunette desperately tried to keep quiet, the knuckle of his index finger clenched between his teeth, cheeks flushed scarlet as he sat propped up against the headboard.

All the moisture was sucked from your mouth, while at the same time your thighs clenched together instinctively as arousal flooded your system.

“Oh shit we woke you, ..s..sorry…” Bradley panted an apology as his eyes landed on your face, but you quickly shook your head, sliding closer.

“Does it feel good, Bradley? Jake sucking your cock?” You cooed, fluttering kisses across his brow as he whimpered in reply.

His hands reached out for you, pulling you against his side as your mouth moved down his jaw, tongue pausing to swipe at the constellation of scars that graced his features.

“He’s good at it?”

“The..b..best…” Bradley groaned and bucked a little, forcing Jake’s hands to pin his hips.

“Doesn’t surprise me, his mouth is very talented.” You agreed, skimming a hand down the fluttering muscles of his abdomen as you sought the pulse in his throat, beginning to suck at it.

Rooster moaned nonsensically in reply, and you looked towards Jake as his fingers wrap around your wrist, guiding your hand down to lay the index and middle finger of your left hand on either side of the base of Bradley’s cock. He bucked again, arm wrapping around you to grab at your butt cheek as you tightened your fingers around him, Jake’s lips brushing your skin every time he took Rooster’s cock into his throat. You honestly would not mind waking up this way every day.

“Gon..na cum…” Bradley warned and Jake shifted lower onto his cock to catch as much as possible. You watched hungrily as Rooster bucked to his mouth, the muscles of Jake’s throat contracting as he swallowed before he sat back on his heels, licking at his lips, breathing heavily.

Sliding onto your knees, you leaned in to lick at a line of thick, white cum that had escaped from the corner of his lips and Jake pulled you close with a growl, kissing you hungrily to share Bradley’s taste, his length pressing against your lower abdomen needily. Bradley pulled at your hips, guiding you back to sit between his legs, fingers immediately seeking your cunt while Jake worked on a condom and a slick of lube as he watched Bradley’s fingers dive knuckle-deep into your warmth.

 Your head lolled back against the front of his chest as your hips canted forward greedily, arousal at having merely watched Jake pleasure Bradley evident in the way you were glistening with slick.

“My, my pretty girl, you’re going to give me an ego…” Jake smirked, and you and Bradley scoffed in unison.

“Too late, Hangman.” Rooster croaked, voice as rough as a gravel road.

Jake grinned darkly and tugged your hips forward, watching Bradley remove his fingers, before sliding his cock home firmly, the pair of you exclaiming harshly at the bolt of pleasure that tore through your bodies. Careful not to slam your hips back into Rooster’s softening cock, Jake set a punishing pace, driving his length into you, the air from your lungs, and high-pitched noises of pleasure from your throat with each thrust. You clung to his biceps, nails unintentionally painting tiger stripes against his tanned skin as you felt your climax impending with alarming speed.

“Oh…oooo fuck…” Was all the warning you were able to muster before arching sharply off Rooster’s chest, slamming your hips up into Jake’s as your orgasm seized you violently.

“Holy shit you’re squeezing me so tight with that pretty pussy, pretty girl.” He hissed, thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release, face pressed against your neck, hot breath fanning across your collarbone. “Ahn!” He shouted sharply, pelvis colliding with yours firmly as you felt his cock twitch with release inside you, condom collecting all of his cum. A tiny part of you regretted your rules, just then.

Lazily, kisses were exchanged, and the three of you made your way to the shower. Jake seemed a little less interested in lingering, more focused on the fact that it was nearly noon and company would be arriving in two hours. You made it out of the shower next, somehow escaping Rooster’s grasping hands to find the towels Jake had left for you on the bathroom counter. Drying off, you dressed in yesterday’s clothes. It was not the best feeling but thankfully you had been stripped before things got too messy. You made your way downstairs to the kitchen to grab something to eat just as Jake’s voice rang out from the walk-in pantry.

“Rooster, can you take care of the tablecloths and chairs for me? I’m just getting the barbeque stuff ready.”

Glancing out the sliding doors, your eyes widened to see said tablecloths about to blow over the concrete barrier separating their patio from the public beach. You slid the door open and dashed out, sliding it shut behind you quickly before hurrying after the plasticized fabric. Thankfully, you managed to catch both before they escaped the property and went about securing them to the patio tables with the heavy fasteners Jake had also set out. The stiff breeze was refreshing, the salty tang of the ocean helping to shake the last of the drowsiness from your body, though a pleasurable ache remained. You found two stacks of chairs around the corner and assumed those were what needed to be put out.

As you were putting the last chair into place, you could not escape the feeling that someone was watching you. Turning slowly, you sunk your teeth into your lower lip to see the pair of them watching from the living room window, Rooster leaning on Jake while the slightly shorter man sipped on a cup of coffee. Sheepishly, you stepped back inside, carefully closing the sliding door behind you. Before you even tried to come up with a lame excuse, Bradley was wrapping his arms around you, pressing against your side as he traced the ends of his mustache along your neck teasingly.

“Stay?” He rumbled against you.

You blinked and looked to Jake slowly, curious how he felt about the idea. He swallowed his sip of coffee and nodded firmly.

“Stay.”

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Monday Musings: From Fins to Feet

About 131 million years after the first fishes appeared, the first tetrapod climbed on to dry land. Tetrapods are animals with four weight-bearing limbs (among other things but we're here to discuss limbs). Amphibians, reptiles,

birds, and mammals are all tetrapods. Yes, you are a tetrapod.

So where did all the tetrapods come from? Fish of course! You are a very, very derived fish.

And those poor fish had a lot of hurdles to jump before they could exploit the resources on dry land. The biggest one was how the heck they were going to move around up there. Fish cannot support their own weight, there's no need when the water does it for you.

In fact, marine animals in general use the water for support and will suffocate under their own body weight if beached. Water is one of the reasons whales can get so big while land animals are limited.

Skeletons had to make some major changes before they could be useful out of the water. The vertebral column of fish are adapted for the stresses of lateral stretching during swimming.

For a tetrapod, the main force acting on it is gravity. This means the backbone needs to be modified to keep the body from sagging between the limbs like a pair of overlarge pants not held up properly by a belt. (I mean, our ancestors went through a lot of effort to lengthen the limbs to make walking easier and some people go and sag their pants like the wish to be fish all over again.)

Not only must the spine be altered but so must the fins. They simply can't support weight let alone move that weight anywhere. That's not what they were evolved for.

Sarcopterygian fishes, also known as lobe-finned fishes, developed early arm bones in their fins, bones other fishes lack. This allowed them to pull themselves across land (whether that was underwater or not) much like an army crawl.

Eusthenopteron foordi is one such fish. Part of the family Tristichopteridae, it possessed very early forms of the modern tetrapod arm and leg. Its front fin was attached to the back of the skull and the limb bones were very short. These two characters combined to make movement of the front fin very limited.

Another lobe-finned fish of note is Panderichthys rhombolepis.

Its humerus was nearly twice the length of Eusthenopteron's and its radius was longer and wider, while its carpals shrunk.

Its humerus was also held more horizontally than vertically, closer to the tetrapod state. However, its pelvic girdle was less derived than Eusthenopteron.

The final sarcopterygian that nailed some of the transition from fully aquatic to partially aquatic was Tiktaalik roseae.

It has very robust bones in the pectoral fins, good for eventual bearing weight. However, it still retained the fish-like metapterygial axis, a line of bones which the fin radiates around.

It didn't quite have a wrist yet, but its fin was flexible like a wrist which may have helped anchor it in fast currents. Although not entirely preserved, the hind limbs were nearly as long as the front limbs, a tetrapod trait.

Then came the stem-tetrapod, Acanthostega gunnari. It possessed four limbs but the front limbs could not bend forward at the elbow and therefore could not be put in the weight-bearing position. Another remarkable thing about its feet was that it had eight toes! EIGHT! Seems a bit excessive if you ask me.

It's pelvic girdle was fused with the sacral ribs of the vertebral column which was novel for the time. (The pelvic girdle is unattached even from itself in fish.)

Finally, we have Ichthyostega stensioei. It had four robust limbs that could actually support its body on land for a short time.

And that is how vertebrates transitioned from water to land...at least as we know it right now. Tune in tomorrow for some trivia! Fossilize you later!

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Finding Myself, Finding You: Chapter Twenty-Eight

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TW/CWs for this story--implied/referenced past rape, canonical violence, non-canonical violence, blood, gore, referenced past suicide, swearing, surgery, excessive drinking, nightmares, panic attacks, mention of scars, vomiting, amputation, medical procedures, non-con medical procedures, referenced past medical torture, referenced past drugging, attempted sexual assault, panic attacks, mental health struggles, referenced sibling death, referenced parent death, PTSD

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We stayed like that for some time, leaned up against the wall, me wrapped up in his arms as I continued sobbing. Each time I thought I would run out of tears, they kept coming. Daryl didn't even so much as flinch every time I heaved or sobbed. He kept me close to his warm body, occasionally offering words of reassurance, reminding me that I was safe and he was there. Eventually, I picked my head up and looked out the window. It was pitch black outside now.

"Christ, how long have we been in here?"

"Don't matter. We can stay here as long as ya need," Daryl assured. I rubbed my temples in an attempt to soothe the pounding in my skull.

"This is why the whole thing with Jake was extra scary," I elaborated, "I was back in the same situation. Had that same gut feeling that I ignored & something bad happened. I don't know what I did to deserve this."

"Nothin'," he replied, hardly missing a beat after I finished speaking. He sighed. "I ain't gonna pretend to know how ya feel right now. I can't imagine that. But I know that feelin'...somethin' bad happens, and ya think ya deserve it somehow, that it's your fault, but it ain't. I'm sorry ya have to feel that."

"Thanks," I said, rubbing my eyes and taking a shaky breath, "one of the scariest parts is just how much I don't know about what happened. I don't know how long I was out for, I have no memory of how I got out...how many times he did it..." My mind began to wander down a much darker path. "If there were other people...oh god, I might throw up." I used Daryl's knees to steady myself as my head spun. My stomach was doing backflips, and not the fun kind. "Yeah, I'm gonna throw up."

I shifted myself forward a bit to give myself room to stand. Every muscle in my body was screaming as I moved onto my knees and tried to gain my footing. I was aching from head to toe. Daryl was on his feet in seconds, taking me by the arms and helping me slowly stand up. I practically dove for the sink once it was within reach. Thankfully, I was able to scoop my glasses out, which I had forgotten fell in earlier, before I started puking.

It'd been a long time since I last ate, so there wasn't a whole lot that could come out. Even when it felt like my stomach had been emptied of all of its acid, my body was still heaving, desperate to rid me of the feeling of nausea that never subsided. Daryl was a sweetie and held my hair back, just like he did after my night of binge drinking. After several rounds of spitting in the sink in a futile attempt to get the taste off my tongue, I looked up at myself in the mirror for the first time. I looked just how I predicted. My hair was a mess, my eyes looked like I'd spent the last several hours smoking weed, my eyelids were swollen, and my face was puffy.

"Christ, I look like hell," I groaned. Daryl draped my hair over one of my shoulders before resting his chin on the other, making eye contact with me in the mirror.

"Still the prettiest face I ever seen," he commented. My cheeks turned as red as my bloodshot eyes. "How ya feelin'?"

"Honestly, I feel like I could keep puking, but I don't think there's anything left," I said, rubbing my eyes with my fists, "god, I feel like I got hit by a bus."

He gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Anythin' that'll help? Jus’ say the word, I'll make it happen." I gave a half-smile in the mirror and let out a snort-chuckle.

"A lobotomy."

"Anythin' that won't hurt ya?" The look on his face told me that he didn't think my joke was funny.

"I don't know," I sighed. I turned and propped myself onto one of the exam tables, crossing my legs. "Truthfully, all I want is to go back in time. I just...I wish I hadn't said anything." I looked down at my hands in my lap and twirled my thumbs around each other. "Not because I don't trust you. It's not that, not at all. I trust you with my life. It's just that I...I..." I was lightly hyperventilating.

I couldn't utter the thoughts that were swirling through my brain. I couldn't say I felt broken, like a dysfunctional toy that would never work again. I couldn't say that I was concerned about when our relationship reached that level of physical intimacy that I might not be able to partake. I couldn't say that I was scared I wouldn't be able to do that for him. We hadn't even kissed yet, and I was worrying about things far past that.

"Hey," Daryl said, stepping over to me and resting his hands on my shoulders. He ran his hands gently up and down my arms from my shoulders to my elbows, stopping periodically to offer small squeezes, which he knew I loved. "It's ok. I know it wasn't easy. Thanks for sharin' with me. Feels good to know ya trust me that much." I looked up at him, making eye contact for the first time, not in the reflection of the mirror, in the hours we'd been in there.

"Of course I do," I reiterated, "wouldn't have told you if I didn't." He brushed my bangs out of my eyes, running his hand through my hair as he did. It sent tingles down my spine.

"Ya got beautiful eyes," he practically cooed, "I ever tell ya that 'fore?"

"I don't think so, no. But thank you," I gushed, blushing heavily and dropping my gaze back to my hands in my lap.

"Well shit, sorry it took so long. But ya do. Bit red right now, but beautiful."

"A bit red? I look high as a kite."

"Don't take away from how beautiful they are," he complimented, running the hand that was in my hair down the back of my neck, "no rush of course, but I can make ya tea. Ain't sayin' it's a cure-all, but I know it makes ya feel better."

On a run a few weeks back, I'd found a box of lavender chamomile tea. I claimed it for myself, thinking it might help me be able to get some sleep. It didn't, but it became something I'd make for myself after a particularly shitty day or when I wasn't feeling well, and it usually put me in a better mood, even if just a little bit. On the nights Daryl was gone, I'd make it after I woke up from my nightmares as I tried to soothe myself back to sleep.

"I'd love to, but..." my voice trailed off as I thought about being perceived by the community the second I walked out. "Just leave me here. I'll sleep on the floor. I don't want anyone to see me."

"What kinda man would I be if I let m—" he quickly cut himself off, "—a woman like you sleep on a concrete floor or metal table? Let's get ya home. Carry ya if I gotta." As curious as I was, I didn't have the energy to ask what "a woman like me" meant.

"You're sweet to offer," I said, "I think I can walk. I'm worried enough about what people will think when I walk out. I wanna try to appear as confident as possible."

"Hell what any of 'em think," Daryl scoffed. He ran both of his hands through my hair, his nails gently grazing my scalp as he moved my hair around to flatten it out. I closed my eyes and smiled, and I think I let out a soft humming sound. It was so blissful, I wasn't paying attention.

The short walk from the infirmary to our front door seemed to go on for miles. For how late I figured it was, I was surprised by how many people were still outside, sitting on their porches or walking on the path. A lot of them had been out earlier and saw the scene from that afternoon, with me storming off out of the basement and locking myself in the infirmary. I had the chilling feeling of being watched as we walked. I kept my eyes on the ground to avoid catching the stares of everyone around me. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to cover myself despite being fully clothed. I felt so exposed, so small, like they all knew. Like it was written all over my skin. Fuck what I said about trying to be confident, I guess.

"I feel like everyone is staring at me," I whispered. I don't know what Daryl did, whether that was give them a look, mouth something, do something with his hands, etc., but I went from having the feeling of all eyes on me to not having any at all.

"Now they ain't."

Once inside, I kicked my boots off. As we were going upstairs, there was a knock at the door. I couldn't tell who it was, but I could see what looked like a male figure in the textured glass window next to the door. I wasn't sure who'd be coming here so late. I figured it had to be some of our friends.

"I got it," Daryl said, heading for the front door before I could even react.

"Fuck, my head," I sighed, taking a seat at the top of the stairs and holding my head in my hands. Daryl said something to whoever was at the door before coming back to me.

"It's Aaron 'n Maggie. They wanna check on ya," he informed.

"Shit," I groaned, running my hands through my hair. I certainly wasn't in the mood to see anyone, even Aaron or Maggie, both of whom I'd become incredibly close with.

"Hey." He squatted down on one of the steps below me so we were at eye level and placed a reassuring hand on my knee. "Go take care of yourself. I'll talk to 'em." I nodded and took myself to my room to grab my favorite pjs—the matching red flannel set—and tied my hair back, which I always did when I wasn't washing it.

Deciding whether or not to shower felt like a losing battle. If I didn't, I would feel gross and dirty from being out in the sun & heat all day, sweating buckets. If I did, I would feel gross and dirty for having to look at myself, to touch my body to clean myself, and a panic attack would ensue. It felt like I couldn't win. Should I just get changed, go to sleep all sweaty and covered in dirt? Or should I try to get clean and deal with the aftermath of a panic attack? I was already in enough emotional turmoil. I figured I could handle a little more.

I almost wished I'd just gone to bed dirty.

The panic attack that followed was nearly debilitating. At first, I thought I was going into cardiac arrest. I sat on the floor of the tub, as I always did, and was barely able to get myself clean before I was frozen in a little ball. I thought I'd run out of tears by that point, but my body continued to surprise me. I was hyperventilating so hard, I was certain I'd pass out. I sobbed into my knees, trying to keep myself as quiet as possible so Daryl wouldn't hear me.

He knows now, I thought, there's no running. You can't hide from it anymore.

I knew Daryl was telling the truth when he said there was nothing I needed to be embarrassed about in front of him or that he didn't think of me any differently. He meant what he said, and he wasn't afraid to look you in the eye when he said it. He wasn't a liar. Even little white lies seemed impossible for the man. Honesty was one of his top qualities. But I couldn't shake the feeling that he secretly had different thoughts and opinions. That maybe he did think I was gross, nasty, repulsive for what happened. Color me paranoid.

My panic attacks seemed to last hours, but in reality, they were only around 10 minutes. Those 10 minutes, though, were the longest, most excruciating 10 minutes of my life. It felt like my body was going to give up on me, like my heart would stop or my lungs would give out, at any moment. It felt like the ceiling was caving in on me and the floor was going to swallow me whole at the same time. Coming back to reality was always a surreal experience. I'd feel around on the floor of the tub or the tile of the wall to ground myself, and I'd sit in the water for a minute to allow my senses to take in my surroundings. Shortly after that, I was able to pull myself up and out, quickly wrapping myself in a towel so I wouldn't have to look at my body in the mirror.

After I got into my pjs, I examined my face in the mirror. My eyes were still bloodshot and swollen, but at least my hair was no longer a mess, and the puffiness in my face had gone down a little. I left my glasses in the bathroom, thinking I likely wouldn't need them until tomorrow. Daryl was in the kitchen, standing over a pot of water on the stove, making the tea he had promised me. I could smell it all throughout the house, the floral notes of lavender and chamomile gracing my sinuses and bringing a smile, albeit a small and brief one, to my face. It broke through my feelings, even if just for a moment.

"How ya feelin'?" Daryl asked, turning to me as I made it to the bottom of the steps and joined him in the kitchen.

"Honestly? More ashamed than anything," I said. Daryl scooped me up in his arms for a hug, holding me as close to him as possible as he snaked his arms around me. One around my waist, the other across my back, his hand resting on the back of my neck. I buried my face in the crook of his neck.

"Told ya, don't got nothin' to be ashamed of. Not in front of me," he reassured. He was nearly bringing me to tears again. He was such a safe, warm energy to be wrapped up in, and he had the most comforting words to accompany that.

"Daryl, I'm really sorry. I still feel bad for blowing up on you," I said, "I shouldn't have bottled it all like that. I should've done something to prevent myself from exploding."

"Ya don't gotta keep apologizin'. Just wish there was more I could do. Hate seein' ya hurtin' like this. It's a good thing ya said the bastard'd be dead by now. Hafta hunt him down and kill 'em myself if he wasn't."

The sound of boiling water caught my attention, likely signaling that the tea was ready. Daryl tapped on the back of my neck to get me to lift my head and meet his gaze. He kissed the tip of my nose, awakening the butterflies in my stomach and sending electrical pulses throughout my body. "Go sit and rest. I'll get it for ya."

I took a seat on the couch, and I noticed my notebook had been placed on the coffee table. Resting on top of it was a flattened, dried daisy. I ran a finger over the stem, tracing it from top to bottom, taking in its beauty. The white petals were curling ever so slightly around the edges, and the typically bright yellow center had turned darker and more golden in color.

"What's this?" I asked, taking the fragile little flower in my hand. Daryl placed the tea on the coffee table next to my notebook. He'd chosen my favorite mug—the white one with daisies on it—to use.

"Pressed it for ya. Carol showed me. Took a few weeks, but it's finally done," he explained, taking a seat next to me. I thought my chest was going to burst open from the love swelling in it. Making me tea, using my favorite mug, gifting me a pressed flower...if I wasn't already in love with him, I certainly was now.

"Aww, Daryl," I gushed, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek. His skin started to get warm under my lips. "Thank you, I love it." I flipped my notebook to the back and placed the flower in with my pictures and notes. Happy tears threatened to break free from the corners of my eyes.

"Glad ya like it," he replied, moving closer to me until our legs were touching. He wrapped his arm around my lower back, resting his hand on my hip.

I picked up the mug and blew on the steam coming off the top. The little tea bag bobbed up and down in the cup, bouncing around the perimeter. I took a tiny sip, enough to taste it but not enough to burn my tongue. The sweet floral notes graced my tastebuds, filing me with a sense of calm and comfort and warming me from the inside. It tasted better when Daryl made it. It tasted like it was made with love.

"It's really good. Thank you for doing this," I smiled, taking another tiny sip before setting the mug down to allow it to cool further. Rather than saying "you're welcome," Daryl kissed the side of my face, letting his lips linger there for a moment before pulling away. The butterflies in my stomach were not just fluttering around now—they were dancing with joy.

"Can I ask ya another question? This why ya blacked out a couple weeks ago?"

"Yeah," I said, clearing my throat, "yeah it is. I...I've had these feelings creeping up on me for weeks now. I couldn't handle them anymore. I mean, I got what I wanted, I numbed my feelings. But I felt like such shit after that I don't think I can bring myself to do that again."

"Probably a good thing," Daryl responded, "by the way, told Aaron 'n Maggie you'd talk to 'em tomorrow. They just wanted to make sure ya's alright."

"Can I ask what you told them?"

"Didn't share nothin' 'bout what ya said," he reassured. That wasn't a concern, as I knew Daryl was a fantastic secret-keeper and would never air someone's trauma like that, but it was still nice to be reassured. "Just told 'em ya's havin' a bad day and ya'd talk to 'em tomorrow. Let 'em know I'd make sure ya'd be ok tonight."

"Thank you for doing that. And thank you, Daryl, for everything. You've been so good to me." I paused to lean over and give him another kiss on the cheek. He was already leaning his face toward me when I did it, like he knew I was going to do it and was anticipating it. And was excited for it. "I can't thank you enough for everything you've done. Tonight in particular, but not just tonight."

"Anythin' for you, Lydia," he said. My stomach dropped upon hearing him call me by my name, and based on his face, he immediately realized his mistake. He looked like he had just insulted me & was feeling terrible about it. "Shit, sorry. Slipped out." I knew it was just a slip of the tongue, but I wasn't ready to be called Lydia again. I didn't know if I ever would be. I let out an exasperated sigh.

"Daryl, my sweet, I need to ask you a favor."

"Anythin'."

"Don't ever call me Lydia."

"Yes ma'am."

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The campus dark room wasn't the worst he'd ever seen, though Jasper was probably the last person in the world to really comment on the status of such places. He wasn't the most artsy of individuals (usually he left that to the more talented members of his little family) but there was only so much in one infinite lifetime that he could avoid learning. Photography had erroneously been thought to be perhaps the simplest of stepping stones and while Jasper wasn't bad by any means he certainly didn't have the eye of someone like Emmy.

He admired her ability to see through a lens, to find the beauty in the most simplistic of things. He looked more analytically where she could write poetry with photo frames. At least he was trying.

The harsh smell of chemicals had burned his nose in earnest the first few times, but by now he was too used to it. There he stood beside her, shoulder to shoulder, as they worked to develop their shots for the project ---due the following Monday. He'd been spending a lot of time with her (certainly something he attributed to partnering up with her in the class on more than one occasion) but the more scrutinizing eye could tell he was enjoying her company.

Sullen as he always was, the melancholy around him seemed to lift even in the slightest when presented with the aura of sunshine that Emmy exuded. It was hard to ignore, really. And at least in her light he wouldn't reveal what he was to the whole world.

He lifted his current picture with the developing tongs and slipped it into the second bin, submerging it in the stop bath before letting it sit for the required seconds.

Feeling the emotions of those around him at all times was a bit like cheating. He tried his best to put his little shield up, and really he was quite good at it by now, but there were times when even he subconsciously wanted to be tuned in. Emmy's immediate interest had piqued his own and days in class together bled to weeks, where hours at a time were spend learning and discussing. Now well into their second semester he could say he knew her decently well, that she was someone he thoroughly enjoyed spending time with ... and that the tension between them could be cut with a hot knife.

Seldom did Jasper let himself get close. It was a risk always, especially with his piqued hunger never really slaked, ever burning at the back of his throat and waiting for just the slightest moment of weakness. In times they had been close he'd blamed his cold hands on poor circulation (and even flexed his fingers in a way that suggested he wanted to coax warmth back through them (knowing full well it would never happen, but nobody could ever say he wasn't committed to his bit)). The laughter from their most recent joke had subsided minutes ago and yet his smirk lingered: the trademark sideward, sloppy grin that so often cut his features when he was amused (with others or himself) that the Cullens had gotten to know so well.

As did that undeniable tension. Emmy worked beside him, lifting and rinsing her own picture form the fixer and dipping it into the water to rinse excess chemicals off. He watched the way she lifted onto the tips of her toes to hang it by the clothes pin to their left, then rested back onto the whole of her feet. Even in the dim, harsh red light of the dark room she exuded brightness. It was confounding.

And then she brushed behind him to get to his right - to start the process over again - and he caught a stronger whiff of her: floral in a subtle way, with hints of citrus and honey and warm blood pulsing its way through her. He found himself swallowing, dropping black gaze down to the stop bath so he could shift over to the fixer and continue.

They needed to feed. A hunt had been scheduled for later in the night and Jasper silently cursed himself for being pinned in the dark room with someone who tempted him on the best of days, never mind now. She must have read the cue as more of that static between them because when she settled she spoke in that rasp he found himself pleasantly in tune with.

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

Dark eyes lifted from the fixer bath to her, where he expected to see her cheeky grin punctuating a jest. Instead he found an earnestness that didn't require use of his gift to tell she was painfully sincere. The little dam of resolve dropped, that mental block he so often employed to keep himself sane around the public and to keep from becoming overwhelmed, overloaded ... and he felt it too.

She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted a hell of a lot more than that, really, but she wanted him to kiss her.

He set the developing tongs against the plastic rim of the bath and turned to face her. The small dark room provided very little space for them, but when he pushed the slightest more into her space she moved with him, slotting her back into the wall and letting her eyes drop to his lips. He wet them - a very human response - as he rose the tips of his fingers to trace along the fine cut of her jaw. Feather-light while he watched her own tiers in turn ... really, studied the language of her body and how it worked so effortlessly with the emotional perfume she pushed out into the closet of the dark room.

Digits journeyed just below her ear, traced into the roots of thick brown waves before his thumb rubbed her cheek, he cupped the back of her neck and leaned closer.

Light ... light, impossibly gentle. He didn't trust himself, but fuck if he hadn't thought about kissing her before. A part of his mind remained sober, stuck on how soft he needed to be, aware of how impossibly fragile humans were in comparison to his kind, even now. It could be so easy to give in, to let himself push his mouth to hers with all of the roiling want and ache a lonely, tortured soul like his harnessed and lived with ... but it would spoil the moment, bruise her like a fine peach, hurt her. He didn't want that.

But he tasted at her, tongue tracing the line of her fine tiers before finding her own. He exhaled a breath he didn't need, didn't know he held, into her maw and felt the lowest and raspiest of sighs pass from his possession to hers - as if he trusted her with a deep secret. You can kiss me translated into you can taste me in the sweetest of meanings.

And between them, chest to chest, he felt her pulse quicken. The pounding of her heart against fragile sternum, beating a rhythm into his body that made him suck a breath (a mistake). God, the scent of her. Fine, coppery blood and flowers, honey and sunshine and warmth he could consume her. He could sink his teeth into that beautiful, long neck of hers and have a taste, just one. Just one, little taste was all he needed to fill him up, God he was so empty. He was so very fucking---

He pulled away. Pulled away and stepped back, dropped his gaze and heaved another unneeded (but very much needed) breath. The back of his thighs bumped the developing table and he heard the faint (to her) sloshing of liquid from the sudden jolt behind him. Fingers raised to push back strands of wavy gold and Jasper cleared his throat in the beginnings of an apology.

No, you cannot have nice things. You cannot kiss her. You will destroy something beautiful, because that is what you do.

"Sorry," voice soft from slight shame, from the undertones of want that he'd allowed to take him down their current, "I didn't mean to get carried away. We should, uh ..."

And he gestured to the table, lifted a hand to thumb at it too, as if it wasn't the primary reason for being where they were in the first place.

Emmy and Jasper are doing schoolwork together SMILE. @florrentine

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Can We Keep It?

Title: Can We Keep It?

Rating: G

Words: 1,717

Warnings: None

Summary: While in the desert one day, Cyno finds a injured and orphaned baby fennec fox. With no other option, he takes it home, much to Tighnari's annoyance. However, the little fox seems to have taken quite a liking to Tighnari in particular...

The scorching sun peeked over the heaps of never-ending desert sand, the regular land barely visible to the human eye.

What once was a short walk in the desert for the former General Mahamatra, became quite the excursion. Just halfway through, he ran into a whole bunch of aggressive desert creatures leftover from a recent sandstorm, and spent so much time fighting off these creatures that he lost track of time.

To top it off, the sun was now just beginning to set, and while Cyno would never admit that he may have gotten a bit lost on his way back to Gandharva Ville, he did know that Tighnari would be less than pleased with his late arrival. Besides, he had promised Tighnari that he would help study with Collei later.

As Cyno was about to leave the desert area, he heard a faint, high-pitched sound. 

He stops for a moment and hears the sound again. Cyno looks around cautiously. Perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him, but he continues to lurk around carefully in case of an encounter with another enemy.

As he nears a large, dead bush just a few feet away, he notices the noise increasing in volume. It almost sounded like…a whimper? He still wasn’t sure who or what was making that sound, but Cyno wasn’t taking any chances. 

As he looked through the branches of the bush, he noticed something hiding at the bottom. As he gently drew his weapon with one hand, he ripped open the bush with the other. 

“Found you!”, he shouted.

The small creature shrieked and attempted to tuck its head in fear, but did not run away.

”…Oh”, Cyno realized that while it was a creature, it most certainly meant no harm.

The creature in question was small, possibly a baby, with big pointy ears and tanned fur. A desert fennec fox.

He was surprised that the little fox never tried to run away from him, but instead trembled, looking up at Cyno with frightened, beady eyes. Then, he saw why.

The poor baby was covered head to toe in scars and had a particularly bad one slashed across its left leg. Perhaps that’s why it didn’t run. It couldn’t.

The next and probably biggest question was, where was the baby’s mother? Usually, if there’s a baby, then usually there’s a mother and siblings nearby. However, Cyno saw no sign of either.

Then Cyno remembered Tighnari discussing the excess hunting of desert fennecs once before with other Forest Watchers who had been on patrol in the desert areas. If what Cyno was thinking was true, then this little guy was injured on top of being orphaned.

However, the sun was now setting further, and Cyno needed to get back home before dark.

As he started to turn away to leave, the fox pup let out a louder whimper, almost like a “beg” for him to take it with him. He stopped and looked back for a moment once more. If the pup was injured and orphaned, there was no way it could survive on its own, as baby foxes rely on their mothers and can’t be left on their own, especially if they’re injured.

Cyno smiled gently and sighed, “Alright, I suppose you can come with me for now…”

The fox jumped slightly in surprise at Cyno’s touch, but stayed still as he placed it in his helmet and held it close.

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Tighnari stood in front of their shared home in Gandharva Ville with his arms crossed, “Cyno, where on earth have you been?!”

“My apologies, I…lost track of time”, He replied.

Tighnari sighed and pinched his temples, “Fine, whatever, just don’t-“

It was at this moment that he finally noticed Cyno holding his helmet close to his chest.

”W-Wait…why are you holding your helmet like that?”, Tighnari asked.

Cyno bit his lip anxiously, “Would you be mad if there were something in here?”

Tighnari raised an eyebrow and put a hand on his hip, “Like what exactly?”

…

”…A baby desert fennec”

“Oh my god, Cyno! Why?!”, he shouted out of exasperation.

He attempted to calm Tighnari, “Look, I know this sounds bad, but just…take a look at it”

Cyno unveiled the inside of his helmet, where the fox pup had fallen asleep. Tighnari watched as the little one began to wake up and open its eyes, and then noticed the condition it was in.

”So…It was injured?”, he asked.

”Yes”

”What about the mother and siblings?”

Cyno shook his head, “Nowhere to be found. I knew it especially wouldn’t be able to survive without its mother, but I also knew that with its injury, its chances of survival would be even lower…so, I brought it home”

“Hmm…”, Tighnari thought for a moment.

”Well, it is getting late, It can stay with us tonight and then tomorrow, I’ll take it to someone I know who can help it recover”, He said.

Brr?

The now fully-awake baby fox tilted its head, its eyes fixated on Tighnari.

Tighnari smiled, “Hey little one! Come inside and I’ll give you some food and bandage up that leg of yours!”

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”Oh my goodness! It’s so cute!!”, Collei squealed at the sight of the pup.

”Cyno found it injured with no mother in the desert, its going to stay with us tonight”, Tighnari said, finishing tying the bandages.

“Can we give it a name?”, She asked.

”Ah, it’s best we don’t. It won’t be staying so we wouldn't want to get too attached to it, now would we?”, he answered.

With a slight wobble, the fox finally stood up on its feet.

“How’s that feel?”, Tighnari asked it.

The baby fox blinked, its eyes still fixated on Tighnari, especially his pointy ears, which matched its ears almost to a T. It took a small step forward, and began to nuzzle its head softly into Tighnari’s abdomen.

”…O-Oh!", he reacted to the pup’s affection.

Collei giggled, “Seems like that fox really likes you!”

”I agree”, Cyno said from behind.

”In fact, physically, I think you two have a lot in common”

Tighnari chuckled nervously, caressing his ears, “Heh, not really…”

”Hey, maybe the fox thinks that you’re its mama!”, Collei replied.

He looked shocked, “M-Mama?!”

”Yeah! Guess from now on we’ll call you Mama Tighnari!”, Cyno joined in on Collei’s teasing.

“Wha-…Please, don’t call me that, you two…”, Tighnari blushed with embarrassment.

”I dunno…I think it suits him, don’t you think, Collei?”, Cyno held back a laugh.

”Heehee! Yeah!”, the forest-haired preteen agreed.

Tighnari sighed, “Whatever. I’m gonna get a cushion for the fox to sleep on tonight, you two should get ready for bed too”

”Okay. Night, Mama Tighnari”, Cyno joked.

“Stop that!”

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The Next Morning…

Tighnari awoke to something soft rubbing against his neck, and to not too much of a surprise, he saw none other than the baby fox curled up into the crook of his neck with its tail tucked in, fast asleep.

”Wait…how did you-“

Tighnari could have sworn he had made the fox a bed on a one of the pillow cushions on the sofa in the living room, seems it must have snuck into him and Cyno’s room while they slept.

Speaking of Cyno, Tighnari sat up and looked over at Cyno’s side of the bed, which was empty. Odd, considering all the walking and fighting he did yesterday would’ve been thought to make him tired. 

He made his way to the kitchen area, holding the now-awake pup in his arms. It appeared Collei was helping Cyno cook breakfast. Cyno was, for the most part, a terrible cook, so maybe Collei could teach him a thing or two.

“Good morning”, he greeted them both.

”Morning, Tighnari…or should I say, Mama”, Cyno teased, eyeing the fox in his arms.

“Yeah, I knew I smelled something burning in here…”, Tighnari teased back snidely, referring to his poor cooking skills.

Cyno smiled back lovingly, “Only my love for you”

”Ugh, don't ever say that one again…”, he cringed.

“Oh, and that pan is about to catch on fire by the way”

Cyno looked behind him at the dark smoke coming from the pancake he had been cooking.

”Ah! I think you should turn that over now, Cyno!”, Collei panicked.

”On it!”, he replied.

Tighnari looked down at the fox and back at Cyno and Collei. He smiled, thinking about how happy he felt to have such wonderful people in his lives. Maybe even the fox could live here after all…but no, that couldn’t happen. The fox was a wild animal and would eventually need to go back to its home, right?

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“What? What do you mean he won’t be back for another week?”

After breakfast, Tighnari went with the fox to go talk with an owner of a nearby sanctuary about it. However…

”Yes. I’m afraid the sanctuary’s owner is on vacation at the moment”, a woman, presumably his assistant told him.

He sighed, “Okay, in that case, I guess the fox can stay for another week then”

”Y’know, you can always keep it with you until it recovers and is old enough to be on its own”, the assistant added.

”Uhh…I don’t think that’s gonna wor-“

”Besides, those eyes…I’ve never seen anything like it…it seems like that fox is quite close with you”, she admired.

“Not you too…”, Tighnari sulked.

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“My whole family keeps teasing me saying that I’m like its ‘mama’ or something”, he described frustratedly.

“Well, that just may be exactly what’s happening”, she replied.

”Huh?”

”Since the baby’s mother presumably was killed when it was young, it may see, or smell, someone who is similar to their ‘mama’ and claim them as such”, she explained.

”I…guess that makes sense…”, he replied, thinking about the assistant’s words.

Tighnari looked down at the fox who was still looking up at him continuously. Then, he made his decision.

”Okay, we’ll take care of him until it’s time”

”Good to hear! If anything happens, just come to us”, she smiled, sending Tighnari off.

”Okay, thank you for your help”

Seemed like the little fox wouldn’t be going anywhere much to its delight, and soon even Tighnari’s too.

The End

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The Health of Feet and How to Take Care of Them

Our feet are a vital part of our body, but they are often neglected when it comes to health and care. They are the foundation of our body and support our weight, enabling us to stand, walk, run, and perform various physical activities. However, our feet are also prone to various health issues, such as blisters, calluses, corns, fungal infections, and other foot conditions. In this article, we will discuss the health of the feet and ways to take care of them, including preventive measures, treatment options, exercises, and lifestyle changes.

Why is it important to take care of your feet?

The feet are one of the most overlooked parts of the body, and people often neglect them until they develop a problem. However, the health of our feet is crucial for overall health and well-being. Proper foot care can help prevent foot problems, which can lead to pain, discomfort, and decreased mobility. Taking care of your feet can also help prevent serious medical conditions, such as diabetes and circulatory problems, which can have serious consequences.

What are some common foot problems and how can they be prevented?

Several foot problems can arise due to neglect or improper care. Some common foot problems include:

Blisters: Blisters can develop due to friction or rubbing against the skin. They can be prevented by wearing proper fitting shoes and socks and using foot powders or lubricants.

Corns and Calluses: Corns and calluses are thickened areas of skin that develop due to repeated pressure or friction. They can be prevented by wearing shoes that fit properly and using foot creams or pumice stones to remove dead skin.

Fungal Infections: Fungal infections such as athlete's foot are common in people who sweat excessively or wear tight-fitting shoes. They can be prevented by keeping the feet clean and dry, wearing clean socks, and using antifungal creams or powders.

Ingrown Toenails: Ingrown toenails occur when the toenail grows into the surrounding skin, causing pain and infection. They can be prevented by cutting toenails straight across and not too short.

Plantar Fasciitis: Plantar fasciitis is a condition that causes heel pain due to inflammation of the plantar fascia ligament. It can be prevented by stretching the feet and wearing proper shoes with good arch support.

What are some effective ways to maintain healthy and strong feet?

There are several ways to maintain healthy and strong feet, including:

Proper Footwear: Wearing proper footwear is essential for maintaining foot health. Shoes should fit well and provide adequate support and cushioning for the feet. Avoid wearing high heels or shoes with narrow toe boxes for extended periods.

Good Hygiene: Keeping the feet clean and dry is essential for preventing foot problems such as fungal infections. Wash your feet regularly, dry them thoroughly, and change your socks and shoes frequently.

Regular Exercise: Regular exercise can help maintain foot health by improving circulation and strengthening the muscles and bones in the feet. Walking, running, and yoga are all good options for foot health.

Foot Stretches: Stretching the feet regularly can help improve flexibility and prevent injuries. Try exercises such as toe curls, ankle circles, and calf stretches.

Foot Massage: Massaging the feet can help improve circulation, reduce tension, and relieve pain. Use a tennis ball or foam roller to massage the soles of your feet.

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Podiatry and Foot Health: Tips for Choosing the Right Shoes

Foot health is crucial for overall wellbeing, yet it's often overlooked until problems arise. Podiatrists, or foot doctors, play a vital role in diagnosing and treating foot conditions, ensuring individuals can maintain an active lifestyle free from discomfort. One significant aspect of foot health is choosing the right shoes. Proper footwear not only prevents foot ailments but also supports treatment and therapy recommended by podiatrists. In this article, we'll delve into essential tips for selecting shoes that promote foot health and discuss how podiatric care aligns with this aspect of self-care.

Understanding Podiatric Care

Podiatry, also known as podiatric medicine, is a branch of medicine devoted to the study, diagnosis, and treatment of disorders of the foot, ankle, and lower extremities. Podiatrists are healthcare specialists who undergo rigorous training to become experts in foot care. They diagnose and treat various conditions, including ingrown toenails, calluses, plantar warts, heel pain, and abnormalities in foot structure or gait.

Foot health encompasses more than just addressing existing issues; it involves preventive measures to maintain optimal function and comfort. Podiatrists emphasize the importance of proper footwear as an integral part of foot care. By choosing the right shoes, individuals can alleviate discomfort, prevent injuries, and support ongoing podiatric treatment and therapy.

Tips for Choosing the Right Shoes

Consider Foot Type and Condition: Feet come in various shapes and sizes, each with unique characteristics. Some individuals have high arches, while others have flat feet. Certain foot conditions, such as bunions or hammertoes, may require specific shoe features for comfort and support. Consulting with a podiatrist can help determine the most suitable shoe options based on foot type and condition.

Ensure Proper Fit: Ill-fitting shoes can lead to a host of foot problems, including blisters, corns, and ingrown toenails. When trying on shoes, it's essential to ensure a proper fit. The shoe should accommodate the length, width, and shape of the foot without causing pressure points or constriction. Podiatrists may recommend specific brands or styles known for their supportive features and customizable fit.

Prioritize Comfort and Support: Comfort should be a top priority when selecting shoes. Look for options with ample cushioning and arch support to absorb shock and reduce strain on the feet. Shoes with a firm heel counter and adequate stability help maintain proper alignment and prevent excessive pronation or supination, which can contribute to foot pain and injury.

Choose Breathable Materials: Breathable materials, such as leather or mesh, allow air circulation, reducing the risk of moisture buildup and bacterial growth. This is particularly important for individuals prone to conditions like athlete's foot or toenail fungus. Proper ventilation helps keep the feet dry and healthy, promoting overall foot hygiene.

Consider Activity-Specific Shoes: Different activities require different types of footwear to provide adequate support and protection. For example, athletic shoes should offer stability, cushioning, and traction to support the feet during physical activity. Work shoes should prioritize safety features, such as slip resistance and toe protection. Consulting with a podiatrist can help determine the most appropriate shoes for specific activities based on individual needs and foot health goals.

Replace Worn-Out Shoes: Over time, shoes lose their cushioning and support, increasing the risk of foot fatigue and injury. It's important to regularly inspect shoes for signs of wear and tear, such as worn outsoles or compressed midsoles. Podiatrists recommend replacing shoes every 300-500 miles of walking or every 6-12 months, depending on usage and condition.

Consider Orthotic Inserts: For individuals with foot abnormalities or specific biomechanical issues, custom orthotic inserts can provide additional support and stability. Podiatrists may prescribe orthotics as part of a comprehensive treatment plan to address foot pain, improve gait, and prevent future injuries. When choosing shoes, ensure they accommodate orthotic inserts without compromising fit or comfort.

In Conclusion

Choosing the right shoes is essential for maintaining foot health and supporting podiatric treatment and therapy. By considering factors such as foot type, fit, comfort, and activity-specific needs, individuals can prevent foot problems and promote overall wellbeing. Podiatrists play a crucial role in guiding individuals toward appropriate footwear choices based on their unique foot anatomy and health concerns. By prioritizing foot health and investing in quality shoes, individuals can enjoy an active and comfortable lifestyle free from foot pain and discomfort.

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Mind Over Matter: How to Stop Overthinking is a Program of MyMind School

Are you tired of your mind running on a never-ending treadmill of thoughts? Do you find yourself analyzing every little detail until you’re paralyzed by indecision? Overthinking can be exhausting and detrimental to both your mental and physical health. But what if I told you there’s a way out of this cycle? Enter MyMind School’s program specifically designed to help you stop overthinking. This innovative approach combines psychological insights, practical exercises, and mindfulness techniques to give you the tools you need to reclaim your peace of mind.

What is Overthinking?

how to stop overthinking, simply put, is the act of dwelling excessively on thoughts or scenarios, often leading to stress and anxiety. It’s that little voice in your head that never seems to take a break, always second-guessing and overanalyzing.

Signs You’re Overthinking

Constant worry about things that might not even happen.

Inability to make decisions because you’re stuck on the “what ifs.”

Replaying conversations in your head and imagining different outcomes.

Difficulty sleeping because your mind won’t shut off.

Physical symptoms like headaches, muscle tension, and fatigue.

How to Stop Overthinking is a Program of MyMind School

MyMind School’s program is a beacon of hope for chronic overthinkers. It’s not just a course; it’s a transformative journey designed to rewire your thinking patterns and help you find clarity.

Program Highlights

Mindfulness Training: Learn how to stay present and focused on the here and now.

Cognitive Behavioral Techniques: Challenge and change your thought patterns.

Relaxation Exercises: Practices like meditation and deep breathing to calm your mind.

Interactive Workshops: Engage in group discussions and activities to apply what you’ve learned.

Mindfulness Training

Mindfulness is the cornerstone of MyMind School’s program. By practicing mindfulness, you can train your brain to stay focused on the present moment instead of getting lost in a sea of worries and hypotheticals.

How Mindfulness Helps

Reduces stress by grounding you in the present.

Improves concentration by training your brain to focus on one thing at a time.

Enhances emotional regulation by helping you observe your thoughts without judgment.

Simple Mindfulness Exercises

Breathing Meditation: Sit comfortably, close your eyes, and focus on your breath. Notice the sensation of the air entering and leaving your body. When your mind wanders, gently bring it back to your breath.

Body Scan: Lie down and mentally scan your body from head to toe. Notice any areas of tension and consciously relax them.

Mindful Walking: Take a walk and focus on the sensation of your feet hitting the ground, the sounds around you, and the feeling of the air on your skin.

Cognitive Behavioral Techniques

Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT) is a proven method for changing negative thought patterns. MyMind School incorporates CBT principles to help you identify and challenge your overthinking habits.

Identifying Negative Thoughts

Journaling: Write down your thoughts to identify patterns of negativity.

Thought Records: Keep track of situations that trigger overthinking and the thoughts associated with them.

Challenging Negative Thoughts

Evidence Gathering: Look for evidence that contradicts your negative thoughts. Are they based on facts or assumptions?

Reframing: Replace negative thoughts with more positive or realistic ones. Instead of “I always mess up,” try “I’m learning and improving.”

Relaxation Exercises

Relaxation is essential for reducing the mental and physical tension that accompanies overthinking. MyMind School offers various techniques to help you unwind.

Techniques for Relaxation

Progressive Muscle Relaxation: Tense and then relax each muscle group in your body, starting from your toes and working your way up.

Visualization: Close your eyes and imagine a peaceful scene, such as a beach or a forest. Engage all your senses to make the scene as vivid as possible.

Deep Breathing: Practice deep breathing exercises to calm your nervous system. Inhale deeply through your nose, hold for a few seconds, and exhale slowly through your mouth.

Interactive Workshops

Engagement and practice are key components of MyMind School’s program. The interactive workshops provide a supportive environment to apply what you’ve learned.

Workshop Activities

Group Discussions: Share your experiences and learn from others who are also working to stop overthinking.

Role-Playing: Practice real-life scenarios to develop new, healthier thought patterns.

Creative Exercises: Engage in activities like art or writing to express your thoughts and feelings in a constructive way.

Conclusion

Overthinking doesn’t have to control your life. With the right tools and techniques, you can break free from the cycle of excessive worry and gain a clearer, more focused mind. How to stop overthinking is a program of MyMind School that offers a comprehensive and supportive approach to achieving mental clarity and peace. Through mindfulness training, cognitive behavioral techniques, relaxation exercises, and interactive workshops, you’ll learn how to manage your thoughts and live a more present, fulfilling life. Don’t let overthinking hold you back any longer – take the first step towards a calmer mind today with MyMind School.

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Massage for Peripheral Neuropathy: Alleviating Nerve Pain and Tingling

Introduction:

Peripheral neuropathy is a condition characterized by damage to the peripheral nerves, leading to symptoms such as pain, numbness, tingling, and weakness in the extremities. This condition can significantly impact an individual's quality of life, making everyday tasks challenging and affecting their overall well-being. While there is no cure for peripheral neuropathy, massage therapy has emerged as a promising complementary treatment option for managing its symptoms and improving overall comfort. In this article, we will explore the benefits of massage for peripheral neuropathy, discuss how it can alleviate nerve pain and tingling, and provide practical tips for incorporating massage therapy into a comprehensive treatment plan.대전출장안마

Understanding Peripheral Neuropathy:

Peripheral neuropathy refers to damage or dysfunction of the peripheral nerves, which are responsible for transmitting signals between the central nervous system (brain and spinal cord) and the rest of the body. This damage can occur as a result of various factors, including diabetes, chemotherapy, infections, autoimmune diseases, and traumatic injuries. Common symptoms of peripheral neuropathy include:

Numbness or Reduced Sensation: Individuals with peripheral neuropathy may experience numbness or reduced sensation in the hands, feet, arms, or legs. This loss of sensation can make it difficult to detect pain or injury and may increase the risk of accidents or injuries.대전출장마사지

Pain and Discomfort: Peripheral neuropathy can cause chronic pain, burning sensations, or sharp, shooting pains in the affected areas. The pain may be constant or intermittent and can significantly impact an individual's quality of life.

Tingling or Pins and Needles Sensation: Many people with peripheral neuropathy experience tingling, prickling, or pins and needles sensations in the hands, feet, fingers, or toes. These sensations may come and go or persist over time.

Muscle Weakness: Peripheral neuropathy can lead to muscle weakness or difficulty controlling movements in the affected limbs. This weakness can affect balance, coordination, and fine motor skills.

Changes in Temperature Sensitivity: Some individuals with peripheral neuropathy may experience changes in temperature sensitivity, such as feeling excessively cold or hot in the affected areas.

Benefits of Massage for Peripheral Neuropathy:

Massage therapy offers several potential benefits for individuals with peripheral neuropathy, including:

Pain Relief: Massage therapy can help alleviate nerve pain associated with peripheral neuropathy by reducing muscle tension, improving circulation, and triggering the release of endorphins, the body's natural pain-relieving hormones.

Improved Circulation: Massage therapy can promote blood flow to the affected areas, delivering oxygen and nutrients to the nerves and tissues and removing metabolic waste products. Improved circulation can help reduce inflammation, alleviate pain, and promote healing.

Relaxation and Stress Reduction: Massage therapy induces a state of relaxation and reduces stress by activating the parasympathetic nervous system, which helps counteract the body's stress response. Relaxation techniques used during massage, such as deep breathing and mindfulness, can further enhance the relaxation response.

Enhanced Sensory Awareness: Massage therapy can help individuals with peripheral neuropathy become more aware of their bodies and sensations by stimulating the nerves and sensory receptors in the skin. This increased sensory awareness can help improve balance, coordination, and proprioception.

Reduced Muscle Tension: Massage therapy can help relieve muscle tension and stiffness in the affected areas, reducing the pressure on the nerves and alleviating symptoms such as numbness, tingling, and weakness.

Improved Sleep Quality: Massage therapy can promote relaxation and improve sleep quality in individuals with peripheral neuropathy. Better sleep can help reduce pain perception, enhance mood, and support overall well-being.

Practical Tips for Incorporating Massage Therapy into Peripheral Neuropathy Management:

Here are some practical tips for incorporating massage therapy into a comprehensive treatment plan for peripheral neuropathy:

Consult with a Healthcare Provider: Before starting any new treatment, including massage therapy, individuals with peripheral neuropathy should consult with their healthcare provider to ensure it is safe and appropriate for their condition.

Choose a Qualified Massage Therapist: Look for a licensed and experienced massage therapist who has training and expertise in working with individuals with peripheral neuropathy. A knowledgeable therapist can tailor the massage session to address your specific symptoms and needs.

Communicate Your Symptoms: Be sure to communicate your symptoms, preferences, and any concerns with your massage therapist before and during the session. This will help ensure that the massage is customized to address your individual needs and comfort level.

Start Slowly: If you are new to massage therapy or have sensitive nerve symptoms, start with shorter massage sessions and gradually increase the duration and intensity as tolerated. Listen to your body and communicate any discomfort or pain to your massage therapist.

Explore Different Massage Techniques: There are many different massage techniques that can be beneficial for peripheral neuropathy, including Swedish massage, deep tissue massage, myofascial release, and neuromuscular therapy. Experiment with different techniques to see which ones provide the most relief for your symptoms.

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Lifestyle Changes for Healthy Feet: Tips for Comfort and Care

Taking care of our feet is essential for overall well-being, yet they are often overlooked in our daily self-care routine. Neglecting proper foot care can lead to various foot problems and discomfort. In this comprehensive guide, we will explore effective lifestyle changes that promote healthy feet. From avoiding tight shoes to reducing nail polish use and maintaining dry feet, these tips will keep your feet happy and healthy. Section 1: The Impact of Lifestyle on Foot Health Our lifestyle choices play a significant role in the health of our feet. Here, we will discuss some common factors that can negatively affect our foot health and how to make positive changes. 1.1 Avoid Tight Shoes: Wearing tight-fitting shoes can be extremely detrimental to foot health. It can cause blisters, calluses, and even deformities like bunions. Embrace the following tips to ensure the right fit for your feet: - Measure your feet regularly and choose the correct shoe size. - Opt for shoes with a wider toe box that allows your toes to move freely. - Avoid high heels or limit their use to special occasions. 1.2 Reduced Nail Polish Use: While nail polish adds beauty to our feet, excessive use can have adverse effects. Here's why you should consider reducing nail polish application: - Frequent application can cause nail discoloration and brittleness. - Nail polish traps moisture, leading to an increased risk of fungal infections. - Allow your nails to breathe occasionally by going polish-free for a few days. Section 2: Foot Care Practices for Healthy Feet In this section, we will discuss effective foot care practices that help maintain healthy and nourished feet. 2.1 Regular Foot Soaking: Soaking your feet regularly not only helps relax tired muscles but also removes dead skin cells and softens calluses. Follow these steps for an effective foot soak: - Fill a basin with warm water and add Epsom salts or a mild foot soak solution. - Soak your feet for 15-20 minutes, gently massaging them as you go. - Pat-dry your feet and apply a moisturizing foot cream. 2.2 Moisturize, Moisturize, Moisturize: Proper foot moisturization is vital for preventing dryness, cracked heels, and painful calluses. Follow these tips to keep your feet well-hydrated: - Choose a moisturizer specifically formulated for feet and apply it daily. - Pay special attention to the heels and areas prone to dryness. - For extra hydration, wear moisture-locking socks overnight after applying moisturizer. 2.3 Regular Exfoliation: Regular exfoliation helps remove dead skin cells, promoting smoother and healthier feet. Consider the following exfoliation options: - Use a pumice stone or foot file to gently remove calluses and rough skin. - Opt for a foot scrub containing natural exfoliants like sugar or coffee grounds. - Remember to moisturize your feet after exfoliation to maintain hydration. Section 3: Making Lifestyle Changes for Overall Wellness Taking care of our feet goes hand in hand with maintaining overall wellness. Here are some lifestyle changes that can positively impact your foot health: 3.1 Maintain a Healthy Weight: Being overweight puts excessive pressure on our feet, leading to various foot problems. Follow these tips to maintain a healthy weight: - Adopt a balanced diet rich in fruits, vegetables, and whole grains. - Engage in regular physical activity such as walking or swimming. - Consult a healthcare professional for personalized guidance. 3.2 Regular Exercise and Stretching: Keeping your feet active and flexible through exercise and stretching can significantly improve foot health. Consider the following exercises for strong and supple feet: - Toe curls, ankle rotations, and towel scrunches help strengthen the muscles of your feet. - Stretching exercises, such as calf stretches and toe stretches, improve flexibility and blood circulation. Conclusion: By implementing these lifestyle changes and incorporating proper foot care practices into your daily routine, you can enjoy healthy and pain-free feet. Avoiding tight shoes, reducing excessive nail polish use, maintaining dry feet, and embracing an overall healthy lifestyle will contribute to improved foot health. 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Ram Mandir Ayodhya – A dream comes true

Despite my trivial knowledge and the sea-like gravity of the theme of Sri Ram Mandir, By divine grace, I am prompted to pen down. Though I often write on social and travel-associated subjects, this is a herculean project for me to ponder over. A couple of days returned while. I was discussing the farmers’ agitation with my friends and co-workers in who found a real critic and seer, I was advised via Mr. Singh & Sunny to write down on Ram Mandir Ayodhya. Find divine tranquility in Best Dharamshalas in Ayodhya, offering a serene haven for seekers on a spiritual sojourn in the sacred city.

The History of Ram Mandir

Lord Ram for Hindus isn't always the best king or person but He is God and has a fantastic reverence for some of the Hindus. He is so famous that in ordinary greetings in North India, humans say “Ram Ram”. Ram is one of the pinnacle searched phrases on Google and other engines like Google.

Sri Ram Mandir has a protracted record. The Hindus consider that on the birthplace of Lord Sri Ram, there was an outstanding temple surpassing other temples. During the invasion of Babur and his rule, many antique temples have been demolished. On his behest, his commander Mir Baki demolished the antique Ram temple and erected a mosque on the website online.

After the crumble of Mughal rule in unfastened India, the Hindus had been clamoring for lengthy a grand Ram temple at the Mosque website. There were many cases filed in the local courtroom and the excessive court’s time to time. It became the regime of former congress Prime Minister Rajeev Gandhi when the locks of the temple had been opened for prayers.

The time came while pinnacle B.J.P leaders underneath the management of Lal Krishna Advani led a mass movement called Car Seva. This circulate turned into supported by means of extraordinary Hindu organizations consisting of Vishwa Hindu Parishad, Bajrang Dal, Rashtriya Swayam Sevak Sangh (RSS), and Millions of Sadhus of various Akharas.

It became the yr 1992 and the day changed to 6th December when VHP and B.J.P held a combined rally with extra than 2 lac volunteers. The Car Sevaks became uncontrolled and beneath the fashion, they tore the disputed structure to portions. The demolition of the shape led to communal and sectarian violence and nearly  2000 humans misplaced their lives.

Who is the leader architect of Ram Mandir?

 Chandrakant Sompura is The chief architect of Ram Mandir . This famous architect might be assisted by using his two sons – Nikhil and Ashish who are similarly celebrated architects. Sompura family has a long record and for the reason that generations, they are concerned with the tasks of more than 100 temples all around the globe. The structure of the divine temple will be in Nagar fashion and there will be little need for Iron as a result of rusting elements.

Construction Cost & Timings of Ram Mandir Ayodhya  

According to the ideal court docket, the nearby Administration surpassed a total land of 67.07 acres to the belief. Out of this land patch, 10 acres may be used for the development of the temple of Prabhu Sri Ram and the relaxation fifty-seven acres might be used for other services which include the prayer hall, guest houses, and the facilitation center. Immerse yourself in Ayodhya's sacred ambiance with a stay at the Best Hotels in Ayodhya, where spiritual harmony and genuine hospitality await.

This task will cost almost 1100 Crores of which three hundred to 400 crores are used for temple production and the rest seven hundred crores are used for other production and predicted to be finished in a stipulated term of three years. The Ram Mandir is proposed to be 161 ft excessive and 360 feet long. The width of the temple might be 235 toes beneath the principal sanction Ram Lala Vigrah will be gift.

Bhoomi Poojan of Ram Mandir

It was the auspicious day of 5 August 2020 when the Bhoomi Poojan ceremony of the Ram temple turned into held. On 4th August Ramcharan Puja was done in which foremost Gods and goddesses had been invoked. On the Bhoomi Puja ceremony, the soil and holy waters from Ganga, Yamuna, Saraswati, Kaveri, and lots of other famous Indian rivers were added. P.M Narender Modi formally did Bhoomi Pujan with the aid of laying 40 Kg silver brick in the foundation.

Supreme Court Verdict on Ram Mandir

There were such a lot of judgments by using the nearby courts and the Allahabad High court docket, but there was no unanimous selection. Finally, the ultimate courtroom of India had all of the pleas. After a long listening to technique, the honorable court gave a landmark judgment posing the manner for the construction of Ram Mandir at the disputed website online. Under the historical verdict, it was ordered to the middle to installation a consider in three months for the development of the temple. It also ordered the government to allot five acres of separate land to the Muslims to build a Mosque.

Sri Ram Janambhoomi Teerth Kshetra

The government of India following the orders of the Apex court formed this agreement called Sri Ram Janambhoomi Teerth Kshetra. Thus agree with the change to set for the development of the temple and incorporate 15 members including one Dalit Hindu. The committee, led by Chairman Mahant Nrityagopal Das and with Champat Rai serving as the General Secretary, plays a pivotal role in overseeing its diverse functions and responsibilities. Other individuals include Jagatguru Shankaracharya Jyothidpetha, Dr. Anil Mishra, Kameshwar Chaupal, and many others.

Sri Ram Mandir Nidhi Samaparan Abhiyan.

This is a massive donation campaign for the development of the Ram Mandir. Mr. Champat Rai, the general secretary of the Mandir Trust announced to release of this software on 15th January and it'll cease on the seventh Feb subsequent 12 months. The basic idea is to make it a Rashtra Mandir (National Temple) by way of getting assist from the special segments of society without any distinction of caste, creed, language, or faith. Just to make transparency the believe made coupon receipts of INR 10, one hundred, and one thousand. This program is not best constrained to India however also gaining recognition in neighboring nations like Nepal, Bhutan, Sri Lanka, and so forth.

How to Donate for Ram Mandir Ayodhya?

Under Nidhi Samaparan the volunteers are going door to door to acquire cash. The president of India donated Rs. 500000 for this cause. Similarly, numerous businessmen, politicians, college students, women, carrier elegance people, day by day wage earners, and spiritual heads make contributions cash to the temple.

The believe also made the availability for online donations. The price may be done at the price portal of the website of the trust. Three banks specifically SBI, P.N.B, and Bank of Baroda are also involved. You can effortlessly switch money by NEFT or R.T.G.S  and various other modes.

Lucknow to Ayodhya excursion itinerary

 07:00 Am In the morning after a healthful breakfast you may be driven to the magical town Ayodhya. You experience the geographical region on your private luxury automobile.

9:30 Am Upon attaining Ayodhya you can spare half an hour for tea or coffee and for this reason refresh yourself.

 10:00 Am Visit Hanuman Gadi Mandir- This temple is devoted to Lord Hanuman (Monkey God) who is splendid devoted to Lord Ram. In this temple, Lord Hanuman is depicted sitting inside the lap of his mom Anjani. The legends say that sitting in his mom’s lap is considered the strongest role. The other legend says that Hanuman lived in a cave over right here guarding Ram court docket or Janam Bhoomi. This temple is open from 6 am to 9 pm each day. You can make any desire for any place and later continue to go to any other highlight of the Ayodhya Tour.

11:00 Am Kanak Bhawan – This region is located at a stones throw from Hanuman Gadi. People consider that Lord Ram with his consort Maa Sita appeared right here the first time and this location turned into talented by way of his stepmother Kaikeyi to Sita as Mukh Dikhai. Thus Kaikeyi wanted to reveal that see also has the same motherly feelings to Ram as his real mother Koshaliya. This vicinity is likewise open each day from 6 am to 9 pm.

12:30 pm Lunchtime – Now it is time for a scrumptious lunch at a pure vegetarian restaurant.

02:00 pm Ram Janam Bhoomi Temple – This is a major highlight of the Ayodhya one-day tour. Here you get to have divine experience employing Darshan of Ram Lala (Ram as an infant). This temple is open in the morning 7 am to 11 am and from 2 pm to six pm.

03:15 pm Balmiki Ramayan Bhawan – Now walk to a more in-depth place called Balmiki Ramayan Bhawan. At this place, the couplets from the Balmiki Ramayan are engraved at the marble.

04:15 pm Guptar Ghat – If the time lets in and you prefer make a visit to the famed Ghat of Saryu river. It is assumed that Lord Ram took Jal Samadi here.                  

05:30 pm Departure to Lucknow- After taking part in your sightseeing of Ayodhya you have pushed again to Lucknow. Our driver will drop you at your inn/Airport.

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10 best tips for Yoga routines

For the finest start to your yoga practice, read our list of the top 10 advice for newcomers.

At the point when you're simply beginning yoga, the possibility of getting into a headstand or crow posture can appear to be threatening. In any case, you truly don't need to stress over nailing progressed level situations to receive the rewards on the grounds that the quintessence of the exercise is tied in with going at your own speed and embracing the psyche body association. 

Furthermore, to assist you with settling in on your mat, these yoga tips for novices from TikTok are an extraordinary spot to begin on the off chance that you're hoping to dunk your toes into your own training.

Recognize your beginning status

Figuring out how to play an instrument, driving a vehicle, and, surprisingly, baking a cake are everything we can acknowledge we're novices at when we get going, so with regards to beginning a yoga practice, recall being a fledgling is OK. 

Assuming you feel baffled that your hips are still close after several classes, or you're actually befuddled about the stances following a month, recollect that you're toward the start, and very much like tuning an instrument, tweaking the body takes time.

Go slowly

There are loads of speedy, wellness based yoga classes out there, which are perfect for developing an inspired psyche and feeling of force, however they can likewise prompt injury on the off chance that you're curious about the stances and changes.

 Show restraint for the initial not many long stretches of training, and pick classes that are somewhat slower so you can will grasps with arrangement and developments on the mat. Booking two or three balanced meetings with a nearby instructor is shockingly better.

Lets Inhale

It could appear to be senseless that you'd neglect to inhale, yet we as a whole make it happen. In the event that you wind up in a difficult shape or especially troublesome adjusting stance, remind yourself to relax.

At the point when we take in an even and loosened up manner, we make an impression on the body and cerebrum that all is great, and this assists with lessening feelings of anxiety, and increment a feeling of prosperity. On the off chance that you don't remind yourself to inhale, your yoga instructor will.

Find an appropriate mat

Discussing developments on the mat, this somewhat commonsense tip could save you a ton of slipping and sliding: get a yoga mat that doesn't make your hands and feet slip, shun applying hand cream before class, and settle on a mat that isn't excessively thick or soft. 

Trust me, these things will assist you with feeling undeniably surer and centered during your yoga practice.

Awaited release

Inside the yogic texts, delivering assumption is something we're educated about over and over. At the point when we center just around the result of a circumstance, we deny ourselves the capacity to be available and completely at the actual time, as a matter of fact. 

The outcome, result or accomplishment of any training isn't something we have command over so let go of being 'great' at yoga, and spotlight on the second you're in this moment.

Ignore the photos and concentrate on you

It's not difficult to become involved with the thought that you'll need to get yourself into a shape or perform gymnastic accomplishments during a yoga class, particularly when there are a lot of pictures via virtual entertainment of pretzel-like shapes and handstands propagating this thought. 

The thing is however, everybody is unique, and everybody comes to yoga for an alternate explanation. There is nobody 'size fits all' way to deal with rehearsing yoga, and it positively isn't about how you can manage your body. Disregard the photos or impression of yoga you might have seen previously; your yoga practice is about you.

Always keep in mind that your actions affect everything you do

This is an unobtrusive yet entrancing piece of yoga, and can assist with creating body-mind mindfulness in a strong manner. Assuming you hunch your shoulders in your yoga class, you presumably do this in regular daily existence. 

Assuming you pause your breathing or coarseness your teeth, you presumably do this in day to day existence as well. These multitudes of little activities send unpleasant messages to the body and cerebrum so observe and check whether you can work on them both on and off the mat.

Pay attention to your base

Whether your hands or feet are holding you in a stance, the groundwork of your body is unquestionably significant. Very much like the groundwork’s of a house, the entire construction depends upon it, so focus on how your hands and feet are set.

 Spread your fingers and toes to make a base of help, and pay attention to those little prompts from your educator.

Protect your core

A solid center not just assists you with feeling all the more impressive; it can make your yoga practice simpler and more pleasant as well. As the focal point of the body, the center is engaged with essentially every development we make. 

The more grounded your center is, the more outlandish you are to get harmed, and the more probable you are to quit pondering how much your body is shaking, and begin zeroing in rather on quieting the brain.

Bring it along

A yoga practice isn't simply something we can do on the mat it's a long lasting cycle.

 The care, breathwork, self-assurance, strength, arrival of assumption, concentration and presence we work in every yoga class can be converted into day to day existence, and that implies we get to profit from yoga all through the entire day, and give those advantages to everybody we communicate with as well.

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Comprehensive Foot Care: Bunion and Metatarsalgia Treatments in Ontario

Foot issues can have a crippling effect on your everyday activities and general health. Two prevalent conditions that people in Ontario deal with are metatarsalgia and bunions. In order to prevent pain, discomfort, and decreased mobility caused by these problems, it is imperative to seek appropriate remedies. This post will discuss Ontario's options for treating bunions and metatarsalgia, which can help you reclaim the health of your feet and enhance your quality of life.

Bunion Treatments in Ontario

Bunions, sometimes referred to as hallux valgus, are bony protrusions that form at the big toe's base. They frequently result in pain, swelling, and discomfort as the big toe deviates towards the other toes. Depending on the severity of their ailment, people with bunions in Ontario have access to a variety of efficient treatment choices.

Conventional Methods There are non-surgical procedures that can relieve mild to moderate bunions. Among these choices are:

Changes to Your Footwear: Wearing supportive, comfy shoes with a roomy toe box will help relieve pressure on the bunion and lessen discomfort. Orthotics: By realigning the foot and reducing pressure on the bunion, custom-made or over-the-counter orthotic insoles can help. Padding and Splinting: To lessen friction and discomfort, specialised bunion pads or splints can be applied. Physical Therapy: By strengthening the muscles surrounding the bunion, physical therapists can increase joint stability. Surgical Procedures Surgical intervention may be necessary for severe bunions that impede mobility and cause excruciating discomfort. Typical procedures for bunions include:

Bunionectomy: This technique entails realigning the big toe joint and eliminating the bony hump. Osteotomy: To realign the toe joint, surgeons may make a cut to the bone next to the bunion. Arthrodesis: To offer stability and pain relief, the injured joint is fused together during this process. Extracting Arthroplasty: To reduce strain on the joint, a piece of the bunion may be removed. It's essential to speak with an orthopaedic or podiatrist in Ontario to figure out the best course of action for treating your bunions.

Metatarsalgia Treatment in Ontario

Another excruciating ailment that affects the metatarsals, or ball of the foot, is metatarsalgia. Numerous things, such as excessive use, poorly fitting shoes, and abnormalities of the feet, can lead to this ailment. There are various treatments for managing and relieving metatarsalgia in Ontario.

Evaluation and Modifications of Footwear Wearing the right shoes is crucial to controlling metatarsalgia. Ontario podiatrists can assist in evaluating your shoes and suggest the following changes:

Cushioned Insoles: You can relieve strain on the metatarsal bones by using specialised insoles that include arch support or metatarsal pads. Metatarsal bars: These bars are intended to distribute pressure and relieve discomfort by lifting and supporting the metatarsal heads. Wide toe boxes in shoes provide your toes more room, which relieves pressure on the metatarsals.

Physical Rehabilitation and Exercise To strengthen the muscles and ligaments in your foot, physical therapists in Ontario can lead you through stretches and exercises that will improve your stability and ease the symptoms of metatarsalgia.

Inserts and Orthotics Orthotic insoles, whether custom-made or available over-the-counter, can assist relieve discomfort by realigning the feet and relieving pressure on the metatarsals.

Medication A medical expert may give painkillers or non-steroidal anti-inflammatory medicines (NSAIDs) to treat the pain and inflammation brought on by metatarsalgia.

Injections of Corticosteroids Injections of corticosteroids may be suggested in some situations to lessen pain and inflammation in the affected area.

Shockwave Treatment In Ontario, high-energy shockwaves are used in extracorporeal shockwave therapy (ESWT), a non-invasive method that reduces pain and improves function by stimulating tissue recovery in the damaged areas.

Surgery To rectify structural faults or remove or realign the afflicted metatarsal head, surgery may be necessary in situations of severe metatarsalgia.

Selecting the Appropriate Care

The degree of your condition, your lifestyle, and the advice of a trained healthcare provider should all be taken into consideration while selecting a bunion or metatarsalgia therapy in Ontario. Seeking advice from a podiatrist or orthopaedic specialist is essential as they can conduct a comprehensive assessment and develop a customised treatment plan that meets your unique requirements.

Healing and Follow-Up

Following treatment for metatarsalgia or bunions requires you to take proper care of your feet and adhere to post-treatment guidelines. This can entail using the recommended orthotics, sticking to an exercise schedule, and donning the proper shoes. Maintaining regular follow-up consultations with your healthcare practitioner will track your progress and help to ensure the success of your therapy.

Avoiding Foot Issues

For foot health, prevention is always the best course of action. In order to reduce the likelihood of bunions or metatarsalgia in Ontario, take into account the following:

Select footwear that offers adequate arch support and cushioning. Steer clear of shoes with tight toes and high heels. Keep your weight within a reasonable range to ease the strain on your feet. To maintain the strength of your muscles and ligaments, engage in frequent foot workouts. If you have any pain or discomfort in your feet, get medical help right once. In summary

Metatarsalgia and bunions are typical foot problems that can cause major disruptions to your everyday routine. A variety of therapeutic options, ranging from conservative measures to surgical treatments, are accessible in Ontario to mitigate the pain and discomfort linked to these diseases. To find the best course of action for your unique needs, speak with a healthcare provider. Keep in mind that wearing the right shoes and taking preventative steps are essential for keeping your feet pain-free and healthy. Look into the various bunion and metatarsalgia treatments in Ontario to restore the health and well-being of your feet and stop letting foot issues limit your mobility and quality of life.