#foot condition

[ghostinthegem]

Finding Relief for My Plantar Fasciitis in Lake Mary FL

Are you suffering from plantar fasciitis, a common foot condition that causes pain and inflammation in the heel and bottom of the foot? If so, you are not alone. Many people suffer from this condition, but relief may be closer than you think.

I, myself, dealt with severe plantar fasciitis for many years. I tried everything from stretching exercises to orthotics, but nothing seemed to provide long-lasting relief. That is until I discovered Acoustic Compression Therapy in Lake Mary, FL.

I was skeptical at first, but after only 8 short sessions, my pain and inflammation significantly decreased. Acoustic Compression Therapy uses high-energy acoustic waves to stimulate the body's natural healing process, resulting in decreased pain and inflammation.

The sessions are painless, and the therapy can be applied to various areas of the body, not just the feet. The staff at the facility were knowledgeable, supportive, and understanding of my condition. They worked with me to create an individualized treatment plan that focused on my specific needs.

Now, I am able to enjoy activities such as hiking and running without the constant pain and discomfort. Acoustic Compression Therapy has truly been a life-changing experience for me, and I highly recommend it to anyone suffering from plantar fasciitis or any other chronic pain condition.

If you are interested in learning more about Acoustic Compression Therapy for plantar fasciitis treatment in Lake Mary FL, I encourage you to reach out to the knowledgeable staff at the facility. With their guidance and expertise, you too can find relief and start living your life to the fullest.

[happyhypnojess]

My perfect feet are ready to be worshiped

[rassicas]

Is being the CEO of Splatoon lore your main job, or do you have a career outside of that? I've been wondering since you lived in Japan for a while, and to my knowledge the government only lets you live there if you have an in-demand skill.

i go to language school, so ive been on a student visa. so my job is "student" but since my only source of income rn is freelancing/whatever i make from youtube you could say my job is being the CEO of lore LOL my visa expires later this year, so ill have to go home at that time

[themuseofmilkandhoney333]

Come in, little one. I won’t bite. Oh, no no no…I’ll do far worse than bite and you’ll love every second of it. But I promise you’ll get an extra sweet treat if you’re a good toy.

[raikirikiri]

missing-nin kakashi who leaves the village on his own accord. he’s pushed to the edge, and despite all the anbu missions he’s taken to get himself killed, it just doesn’t work. so he leaves and becomes a mercenary and thinks he might have some luck dying that way. he thinks part of him is still loyal to konoha but it doesn’t feel like home anymore. plus the constant needling of his ex-classmates insisting their his friends when he knows he doesn’t deserve friends, he barely deserves comrades.

so he leaves. and he does the jobs he takes well and yes, he’s still hoping he dies but he’s too good at being a shinobi so he keeps living. no matter how accidental.

he has a good fortune by the start of canon time but id like to believe he lives in a cave with a ratty futon and a few shabby changes of clothes. he lives an extremely solitary life but he’s…healed. a little. he’s never forgiven himself, he probably never will, but he’s made some sort of peace with himself and his actions.

meanwhile. the akatsuki is forming. itachi, kisame, sasori, kakazu, pain, konan, zetsu, obito (still in the shadows). almost the whole crew is there, they just need to round out their numbers a little. and who better to approach than missing-nin copy ninja kakashi? pain brings it up first one rainy day in ame. obito, or madara, is meeting with pain, konan, and zetsu and pain brings up kakashi first.

obito chokes out a no, barely hanging onto his madara act. no, he denies vehemently. the mean thought enrages something in him and the thought of having to see kakashi’s beautiful ugly mug more than he already does (because yes, he may be a missing-nin but obito wouldn’t be a stalker if he couldn’t find his prey over and over again) is brain melting and heart stopping in a very very negative way.

of course pain has to ask why, madara has never had such a visceral reaction to suggestion for a recruit.

his pants around his ankles, obito has to scramble for an excuse and it’s a little more elegant than “he’s not evil enough”. obito shuts the conversation down then and there, deciding to come back to it at a later date when he can be prepared for his ex-teammate’s name to be brought up again.

for the next three years, any time they’re low on numbers, kakashi’s name comes up and obito always struggles to react normally and his answer is always some iteration of “he’s not evil enough”. so hidan comes up with the brilliant idea to force him to be evil, similar to how they forced deidara to join the akatsuki.

obito, failing to come up with counter arguments and running out of excuses, concedes. pain, during their monthly meetings where tobi is madara, is pleased. he suggests sending itachi to fetch him, since they were once anbu together and seeing a familiar face may help. obito vetoes this and decides he’ll go get kakashi himself. he’s, of course, seen how being away from the village has affected him. and while he’s entirely competent, he’s almost too competent. and doesn’t do well with surprises.

without further preamble, he kamuis into kakashi’s cave, startling him and causing him to spill his soup everywhere. now, kakashi is very much attack first, talk second at this point in his life. having been away from society for so long has allowed his hatake genes to really take over and he’s become much more uhhh instinct driven.

so once he gets over his initial shock and his initial reaction of ‘kill kill kill’, he freezes. he’s always had a sharp sense of smell but it’s on a different level now and there’s something familiar about this strange ghost man. for someone so ghoulish, he has a scent and it lights a lamp in kakashi’s subconscious.

‘i know you’ kakashi accuses, a snarl rising in his throat. this ghoul man is in his cave, his private space, he wants answers.

‘do you?’ a deep voice asks, sounding surprised and amused.

kakashi weighs his options of arguing with ghost guy or figuring out why the hell ghost guy just…appeared in his cave.

‘i’m here to take you to join the akatsuki’ ghoul man decides for him. kakashi grunts and picks up his overturn bowl.

‘no thanks’ he states, scooping some soup from the pot into his bowl.

‘it’s not an invitation’ the apparition snaps and kakashi pauses. he sniffs towards ghost guy again but he still can’t place the scent to the man.

‘can you please leave? i’m trying to eat my dinner and well…’ kakashi asks (but of course it’s more of demand), pointedly gesturing to his mask.

‘what? no. you’re coming with me,” obito growls, his eye twitching in irritation. after all these years, all his suffering, all he’s learned and how much he’s grown…bakakashi still gets under his fucking skin.

‘i don’t want to’ kakashi pouts, petulance and amusement in his tone.

‘you don’t get a choice’ obito hisses in madara’s voice. it sounds wrong and entirely too much like obito.

‘maa, what do i get out of it?’ hatake drawls, a glint in his eye that tells obito hes enjoying this far too much.

‘nothing. you get nothing except me letting you continue to live your sorry life’ obito snaps back, unable to stop the heat of annoyance racing up his spine.

‘how do you know my life is sorry?’ kakashi taunts loftily, crossing his arms and lifting his nose to the ceiling.

‘for the love of sage’ obito takes kakashi by the arm and warps them into kamui, uncaring if kakashi recognizes the jutsu or not. he just wants him to shut up. he should kill pain for making him do this. he would kill hidan but that fucker can’t fucking die.

‘hey i recognize that foot’ kakashi mutters to himself, eye squinted at the severed foot he warped into the dimension months ago. huh. that’s where the things he disappears go. interesting.

hey wait—

‘i know that look’ obito bites out, letting his facade drop. stupid fucking genius asshole.

kakashi gasps, eyes watering in disbelief. ‘don’t—don’t fucking do that. get it together already. you’re about to meet a bunch of fuckin’ s-ranked missing-nins, you can’t be crying’

obito’s voice is a little awkward this soft, but he’s sincere. he doesn’t know how or why he’s sincere, he hates kakashi. he thinks. he’s not too sure but he hasn’t been…soft…in years. but the sight of kakashi, broken and worn down, has something in him melting just a little.

‘you fucking dickhead’ kakashi croaks, shoving obito’s shoulder. ‘you fucking— fucking asshole! you were dead! you bastard, how could you not come back? how could you not tell me?’

kakashi’s voice is hard and cracking at the edges. it throws obito off entirely. his mouth opens and closes like a limp fish behind tobi’s mask, trying to find the words he should say.

after a few moments of kakashi’s hardened stare, obito finds himself feeling indignant. ‘i never thought you’d care’ he sneers. a lie.

‘you’re not that fucking good at lying still and i’m not dense. you’ve been stalking me. at least since i left the village’ kakashi accuses with a scoff.

‘i run a terrorist organization!’ obito shoots back hotly. ‘excuse me for thinking duty-driven kakashi wouldn’t take his dead sunshine-happy teammate becoming an s-rank criminal well!’ he seethes, finding he isn’t all that angry. this feels familiar.

‘oh please. i’d follow you till the end of the fucking earth’ kakashi spits before his eyes widen in shock, much like obito’s eye does. kakashi drops his full bowl of soup on the floor of kamui and covers his mouth with both hands.

obito makes a noise in the back of his throat, ‘don’t—‘ and then he’s ripping his mask off and pulling kakashi’s hands away from his face and tugging him close. lips to mask, he doesn’t care, he kisses kakashi fervently.

he tastes kakashi through the clothe of his mask, moaning at the way kakashi moans against him, the way kakashi’s fingers find themselves in obito’s hair. when they finally pull away, obito manages a please smile, cheeks bright red and pupil blown, ‘don’t follow me. walk with me.’

kakashi rolls his eyes and pulls him in for another kiss. ‘told you i knew you’ he whispers against obito’s lips, before nuzzling his face into obito’s neck, scenting him, marking him.

———

AHEM ANYWAY:

i think kakashi’s hair would be grown out, similar to how obito’s hair was during cave life with old ass madara. his already long canines would grow, and he’d be super in touch with nature. i think he’d be able to communicate with animals similar to how juugo is. basically, once away from the village and society, he becomes a lot more hatake-ish. just. kakashi growling and snarling snurfing at any akatsuki member that isn’t obito. or itachi. he’ll accept kisame eventually too, but that’s it. everyone else he does not talk to, only growls at.

[bredforloyalty]

logically or cognitively or w/e i know i'm not insane but then why do i get the sense that i am

[ldysmfrst]

Hello, dearest readers,

Thank you for your continued support.

I am still in the hospital because of a few things.

My kidneys are not doing well (but very slowly improving) because of the antibiotics I was on to clear up the sepsis.

Apparently, those two meds are great for infections but highly toxic, and now I have a minor/moderate kidney injury.

My original Hospitalist Doctor, who was off for a couple of days, has returned.

She found out that I can’t leave the hospital because they are still fighting about wound care.

We thought I had been accepted into Valley Presbyterian Hospital for daily wound care, but they will not let me start until September.

So now they are trying to find somewhere to go for wound care that the insurance will cover between now and September.

My insurance is fighting it because they don’t want to cover anywhere.

So even if my kidneys are good to go, I can’t go anywhere.

I still have major brain fog and what not which the doctor says may take a while to get over since when she first saw me I was “one foot in the grave,” and I need to give myself a break.

To be perfectly honest, I am getting clearer every day but exhausted easily.

So we will see.

I am not giving up on you guys or my love for writing anytime soon!

💜💜💜

[flipchild]

blehhh my estrogen levels were like twice what we were aiming for so they gotta lower my dose... I do have a family history of cardiac disorders tho so the hard & I drilled into myself with the imperative to "live a long & truthful life" is doing me good...

anyhow. got my tblockers which is epic. do have 2 wonder why my levels were twice what they were expected to be, considering I was, as prescribed, injecting intramuscularly .25ml of 20mg/ml estradiol once weekly alongside my prog & spiro... I'm very diligent with my medications, including my HRT, so I know without a doubt I was following the prescribed dosage regimen...

[unopenablebox]

slowly implementing my scheme to convince 🌸 to get a cat through the simple tactics of "exposing them to my mom's cat, the most friendly and charming animal known to human records" and "insisting it is impractical and even impossible for us to have a cat, even to myself and you guys, despite occasionally bringing it up wistfully"

[bedforddanes75]

cunty

[contagious-watermelon]

It's interesting to me that understandings of transsexuality have been almost exclusively filtered through the lens of queerness and the social aspects of gender. In other words, that the "T" was added to "LGBT." I've thought for a while that in a lot of cases, transness — and specifically dysphoria — makes a lot more sense when analyzed through the lens of disability rather than through queerness. (Personally I see it as being at the intersection between those things.)

I think that a theory of transsexuality would be incomplete without taking into account the societal aspects of gender, yes, but it seems to be similarly incomplete in the popular understanding of it.

I've seen a lot of discussion in the stuff I've read by disabled people about the contention between being objectively harmed or, well, disabled, by your disability, but still wanting to be proud of it or finding identity in it regardless. A lot of autistic communities, I've noticed, talk a lot about the fact that being autistic is difficult; it's made worse by other people's reactions to it, but it still is hard on its own (e.g. auditory overstimulation); yet people still can say that they'd rather be autistic than not. Or they may say they wish they weren't, but that they've come to terms with it because it's not exactly changeable.

Point is, there's open discussion about the differences between inherent challenges to your disability regardless of society, the ways which ableism makes things more difficult, and the contention of finding identity and community in your disability despite that. (And I use autism as an example because I'm autistic; I don't want to speak for, say, a physically disabled community as I'm able-bodied. But I have seen similar discussions there as well.)

The trans community, as I've seen, doesn't really have that. We're polarized between the extremely self-hating people who think that being trans is a curse and that people who like being trans are just fakers co-opting transness, and the toxically positive contingent who refuse to engage with the fact that sometimes dysphoria really does just hurt. And also that transphobia exists.

There's also the fact that in many ways, dysphoria is actually disabling. It isn't for everyone, and part of the problem is that transness as a concept covers so many things that analyzing it through just one lens will always be incomplete, but for me at least it caused me a lot of depression and dissociation, and made it difficult-to-impossible to interact with other people or function at my classes. Back before I medically transitioned, I related a lot to some descriptions by disabled people about their chronic pain, because my dysphoria effectively was chronic psychological pain. I don't want to say it's the same thing, because obviously I've only experienced one of those things, and dysphoria has a treatment while many (all?) chronic illnesses don't, but nevertheless it was a comforting lens to think of my dysphoria through in the time before I got top surgery.

Also of note is the way both our communities are treated by the medical establishment. I've heard many horror stories by disabled people of how doctors simply refuse to diagnose them or give them issues with their meds. Trans people obviously also have to deal with the shit that doctors put out in order to get access to HRT and any necessary surgeries. People deride HRT, saying that we shouldn't take it because it'll "make you a medical patient for life." People act like mental pain isn't real — calling depression fake, acting like because things like fibromyalgia aren't "real pain" that it shouldn't bother you so much, etc. — and that extends too into the way they dismiss the pain of gender dysphoria.

So, I don't really understand why the trans community has taken so many pains to disavow themselves from being considered even remotely similar to disabled people. I know that the common refrain, "we're not mentally ill!" is meant to combat the idea that we're deluded into thinking that we're a "different gender" than we really are, but the effect is throwing actually mentally ill trans people under the bus. The insistence that there's no way that dysphoria should be considered a disorder because there's nothing wrong with us — I just think that we could take a hint or two from the way that disabled people theorize about this subject.

[happyhypnojess]

The soles you crave to worship 👸🏼

[witchofthesouls]

The look on Megatron's face when he gets the news Tarn's mate was sent into early emergence when Overlord tore into the Peaceful Tyranny. He was pissed and spriting towards the Tyranny when a large BOOM rocked the Nemisis. Megatron was up off his aft and moving even faster.

He reached the bay see to a heavily schorched triumphant Tarn, with marginal less scorched Vos looking over his shoulder infront of a vaguely Overlord shaped hole in the floor

Oh no. The entire ordeal is a mess, even by Decepticon standards because the Camien basically stopped the Unstoppable Force that's Overlord.

There will be so many questions on the how, when, and where because everyone and their dog knows why the nurse did what they did.

(Your aerosol solution was a two-parter. To ensure the rest of the crew wasn't caught up with the toxins, you set out multiple stands under the guise of aromatherapy for your stress. It was low dosages of the cure that slowly accumulated in the frame. Overlord may have crushed you, but you won the game.)

Tarn's mad on so many levels that he didn't even wait for expressive approval to finish off Overlord, especially with his team's commentary on your wide assortment of skills across many disciplines since Vos had worked with an engineer and Helex was once employed by a network of medical centers to melt down infected and broken equipment as well as contagious frames and samples. You know far too much for a nurse, even if you're not a native of Cybertron. And the rampant rumors about you aren't helping matters.

Kaon has a beloved OTP but that doesn't impede him from his dedicated work on monitoring all the signals on the ship. So far, you haven't sent anything through the monitors, nor can he detect any personal use of long-distance communication waves.

You and Tarn actually had arguments throughout it all because Tarn found out some of Overlord's behavior via secondhand from other 'cons (and sometimes by Overlord himself chewing or licking the venom that's eating his lips). He wants to shake out all the details so he can finally put the fat-lipped Phase Sixer on the List. He wants to know what plagued your sleep to develop insomnia and keep tinkering in the secluded lab. You're silent on both issues as Overlord follows the letter of Megatron's mandate, even if he violates the spirit (and you take advantage of it as you poison your own cubes and equipment he tries to nab), and you have no idea how to bring up the sparkeaters because the 'cons it's a rumor or a fantastical tale that the D.J.D. take advantage with the Pet. Not a reality as it is on Caminus' outskirts from fanatical heretics.

While Tarn is busy separating an out-cold Overlord's head from the rest of the body with a few hacksaws and Vos alt-mode to empty a chip inside both sides of Overlord's neck, Nurse got transferred to the Nemesis' medbay. Officially, for better medical care since they have far more resources. Unofficially, it's an interrogation to ensure you're not a spy. Soundwave's rifling in your head and he gets looped into the mess of repressed trauma and nightmares between Overlord and the "sparkeaters" of a death cult that decimated the village of your childhood before Tourniquet fished you out.

[911-on-abc]

I think my reaction to the bucktommy scene last night is colored by the fact that unfortunately that is something I would one hundred percent say

[themuseofmilkandhoney333]

Reminiscing about sliding into you with my strap and your legs wrapped around me, staring into each other’s eyes in a symphony of ecstasy and feral moans…

[ruby-sister]

Three days of being out all night have reminded me: I need so much sleep to keep up my mood, actually. Also, I’ve been fairly consistent with the gym this week, I’m pretty sure I deserve an all expenses paid shopping spree on Killstar.