#flared ribs

[pectusexcavatumfix]

👉 WHAT IS PECTUS EXCAVATUM? It is when the sternum is sunken in the chest. Sometimes, the lower ribs might flare out too. Severe cases can eventually cause problems with the function of the heart and lungs. It mainly worsens after the puberty growth spurt, when the posture of adolescences gets worse. ❓HOW OFTEN DOES IT OCCUR? According to research, it is projected to occur in one of every 300-400 births. It is more frequent in males than in females. The ratio is about 3:1. Sunken chest is the most common type of congenital chest wall deformity (90% of all chest deformities are diagnosed as pectus excavatum). ❓IS PECTUS EXCAVATUM A DISEASE? No, it is not a disease. You can't get "infected" with pectus excavatum by being coughed on, sneezed on, touched, or kissed by someone who has it. It is a genetic structural deformity of the anterior thoracic chest wall. Every single scientific article about pectus excavatum classifies it as deformity. ❓HOW/WHEN DID YOU KNOW YOU HAD PECTUS EXCAVATUM? Let us know in the comments! 👇 Created by Mihail Veleski, author of Breathe Deeper. PectusExcavatumFix.com

[neonhellscape]

feeling comfortable drawing this fucking freak now. get ghim

[testoster0ne]

charlie

[skunkes]

[rambrosius]

Fatigue and exhaustion as a byproduct of multiple chronic mental and physical health conditions is so hard to describe to people who don't have those conditions

No I can't just take a nap and yes I need a nap every day or I will simply not make it

[meteor-moon]

why is newt so lana del rey coded

[idontplaytrack]

Me trying to gaslight myself into thinking that I’m fine 🙂 but I haven’t been awake 10 minutes and I already feel like screaming

[s0fter-sin]

i don’t understand how i can have such an acute level of pain without any renewed injury. i hurt my ribs eight years ago from constant violent seizures. i haven’t had one in over six years. so why do i still wake up some days in enough pain to make me nauseous?

[stonergyaru]

19.03.2024

[suplexjones]

writing update: my austin/christian fic is now 6,752 words

[cidnangarlond]

OW MY RIBS ARE HURTING AGAIN. WHY

[writingwolverina]

Burial Hymn for A Dislocated Rib

Or, an excerpt from ‘In Perpetuum’, in which Laz Atwater loses his patience.

(TW for gore and self harm)

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Sometimes I feel like I need to start over. As though if I allow my body to grow itself from scratch, the aches and the soreness and the ways that I was forced to heal incorrectly will solve themselves and I will live without pain. I forget about the way my twitching muscles will struggle to hold my bones in their places, how my head will throb from dehydration while my veins contract around what little blood still flows through them. No, I forget the truth of the matter in favor of my fantasy where a new body will form and that body will be perfect. Then I dig my fingers under the edges of my rib cage and pry them open, letting each rib stab into my chest, puncture my lungs, restrain my breathing as my heart thunders against each cracking, concave rod. I peel my own skin back like I’m skinning a rabbit, I press my knife between the joints in my hip and i crank it, wrench it, force the tendons apart and the meat of my flesh tears as I butcher myself. It is a lapse of sanity and it is a desperate gamble to gain it back. I dismember and dismantle myself, pry out each tooth one by one, pull my entrails out hand over hand until my stomach is empty. I bleed myself like a pig. I hope it will kill me. It never does.

And it never does what I want it to, either. I am always in pain every moment of my reformation. I will never be whole — something will heal wrong, something new, some ache or pain that I never had before. A kink in my back that I have to stretch every hour where I never used to. A soreness in my shoulders when I sleep on my side, a click in my knee when I walk up the stairs. A throbbing in my knuckles, a twinge in my eye. A rotating cast of symptoms I can never outrun and never recover from.

But they will be new pains at least. The old pains will be gone. It will be refreshing, these new terrors. I hope I will be refreshed, anyway. The only reason I tear myself apart is because I cannot bear the monotonous hum of underlying ripping, tearing, stabbing pain I am in. I need it to change its tune. I need to change it even if it means digging a blade into myself and hoping I’m hitting the right nerves, the right chords, rearranging the right bones into the right place.

I take a deep breath and feel shooting pain. One of my ribs healed incorrectly. If I breathe as my instinct is to breathe, keep my breaths shallow, I don’t notice it, but if I inflate my lungs to my fullest it stabs into me, presses into the air-filled sack and threatens to puncture it, though my subconscious won’t let me get to that point.

There is the impulse to reach into my chest and snap it, move it out of the way. But I have been in enough pain today.

This will have to be an ache I tolerate until the next time I reach my limit and search for new agony in rebirth.

[moonrpg]

I really do feel like my life is some kind of goddamn cartoon sometimes

[coffincoitus]

I very recently realized something about my body that might be the root cause of my persistent back pain AND the reason why I get full so fast when I eat. it's bone structure/posture related and can be fixed??? it's blowing my mind that none of the doctors/physiotherapists I begged for help in the past 5+ years ever spotted it even tho it's. quite visible

[s0fter-sin]

you’re not repressing your emotions, you’re just a little silly! and the thought of getting out of bed makes you want to cry but that’s unrelated!

[twinktosterone]

this thing is so fucking pretyabsjbsdhsbkxbejd