#herniation

[disabeetled]

reminder to all my disabled lovelies that "gross" symptoms do not make you gross or lesser in any way. incontinence, vomiting, irritable bowels, or gastrointestinal issues shouldn't be as demonized as they are. you are real, valid, and loved

[cleolinda]

Currently dealing with the idea that I have hypermobile joints and possibly mild HSD, gonna have to ask my doctor about this, but I pitched this idea to my physical therapy guy and he said, in the most deadpan tone possible, “Would you believe that I am not surprised by this.” And then I remembered this man has seen me casually touch my heel to the opposite hipbone just because I felt like stretching that leg. While having a herniated disc. And lying down. The reason it matters is that I wobble all over the place and it affects my ~Form in doing these exercises correctly for my back. So now that we have this hypothesis, we’re paying attention to this and working on things to strengthen various muscles so I fall over less while, say, just standing still.

[3-aem]

me: its 2025 i am ready to push myself socially, talk to new ppl where we might have very little in common and i am working purely off the fact that i know i have something to offer and its okay if we don’t mesh

my brain: not even close buddy. ur safe zone is binge watching analysis videos and drawing man tiddies. what ur describing is so fking far off the reservation u SPECIFICALLY would have an easier and more relaxed time putting something on mars

[doomedfromthewombfr]

My body’s favorite hobby? Gaslighting me into thinking I’m fine until I move. Then it’s like, ‘Haha, just kidding- suffer’

[clock-loves-rajbow]

Rajbow + Damiwayne headcanons!!! :3c

[imawakinghell]

I made dis

[neomoop]

[hirodraga]

Hi guys - some of you might have noticed that I sort of disapeared for a while, it was due to a health problem I had in the end october last year. I got severe physical issues and ended with a burnout that made both my work and uni performance hit flat in the ground (ive been in the edge for a long while tbh). It was hard to keep up with all the demands and even looking at screens was giving me migraines. I hope to get back to posting more stuff soon - Im still not runnout of bg3 ideas yet...

Lesson learned: listen to your body when it asks for a break.

[dogg0melette]

i genuinely love kingdon and really appreciate how prolific the fandom is but it’s also hilarious that the character archetype bins they’ve been dumped into are Autistic Pixie Dream Girl and Man with Eternal Back Pain

[chillyfeetsteak]

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Yall please help me manifest a healthy spine I fucked uppppp

[cannabisbutch]

Spine pain is the fucking worst and i think the next time a dr say there's "nothing they can do" when all they've tried is ESI and various PT (that has left me otherwise injured multiple times including giving me toe arthritis!) I might just go chimp mode and rip their eyes out

[thatgayoctopus]

Wrote a quick thingy about Otto dealing with Chronic Pain from the accident!! This takes place during his redemption arc, just before or at the very beginning of the goblin war arc.

1.1k words, no warnings as far as I'm aware.

Enjory!

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Otto had hoped that once those wretched mechanical arms were detached from his body, that would be the end of it. The knee pain, the cramping, the aching that the odd distribution of weight caused. That heavy piece of machinery was stuck to him for months on end. By the time he used the power of the neural cortex to separate it from him, he’d grown sick of only being able to lie on his side and stomach, constantly standing with a shifting center of balance, not to mention the way the melted metal tugged on his skin where the mechanism was fused to his back and neck. Now it was months later. He’d been through a lot since then: trapped in a robot, spending time as Spider-man, remaining comatose for several days after returning Peter's body, turning a new page and trying his best to fight on the side of “good.” 

Now he sat sulking in the Spider’s nest like usual, however when normally he would be fiddling with some of his or Spider-man’s gear, he was instead resting his head on the counter, face buried in his crossed arms, and biting back the pain in his lower body. The sharp throbbing originated in his back and spread down through his legs, flaring up on days where he was more physically active. He mumbled a quiet curse under his breath, remembering how he’d worked on the new surveillance center longer than he knew he should’ve. He was so distracted by the shooting pain and his own thoughts that he hadn’t really registered when the door to the lab opened, and a familiar set of footsteps made their way into the main room.

“Otto? Are you here?”

Anna Maria’s voice called out near the front as she switched on a light. Otto, who had originally turned them off to help fight his growing headache, let out a complaining groan, squeezing his eyes shut. While he normally relished her company, he was… rather embarrassed to be in such a state, not to mention unable to socialize properly with the looming threat of a migraine. 

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you in the dark. You alright, slick?” She set down her purse as she approached him, tentatively setting a concerned hand on his upper back. He flinched slightly, letting out a hiss of pain when he moved, and struggled to relax once more afterwards.

“Y- yes, I am just fine Anna Maria, thank you…” He lied, voice obviously strained and laced with irritation. He would much rather blatantly deny the truth than admit defeat to something he’d been putting up with for months now. Anna Maria eyed him skeptically, taking her hand off his back after noticing his uncomfortable reaction.

“Really..? You don’t seem to be doing too well. Is something wrong?” She leaned over the counter, tilting her head to try and get a look at his face. He refused to reciprocate, sensing her presence there and turning his head away just slightly, nose buried in the crook of his elbow.

“No, Anna Maria. I am fine.” He warned, shifting in his seat slightly to try and dispel the pins and needles feeling in his legs. She pursed her lips, furrowing her brow. 

“I don’t believe you. Look me in the eye and tell me that you’re feeling okay, then I’ll leave you alone.” Crossing her arms, she waited expectantly for a response from the young man, who’d fallen silent. He finally heaved out a sigh, sitting up slowly with a look of pain drawn tight across his face. He refused to look her in the eye as he quietly spoke.

“... I am simply dealing with some… joint pain. That is all.” Otto’s gaze remained trained to one of his many projects on the counter nearest him, distracting himself as he crossed his arms and leaned back. Despite his desperate attempt to look casual and unaffected by the woman’s commanding presence, he still sat stiffly and winced with each miniscule twist and lean of his torso. Her face softened when she could see his expressions, and while she would never say it out loud, she was proud of the way she managed to make him open up so consistently. 

“Seems pretty intense for your average aches and pains. Can you tell me what's wrong…? I might be able to help.” She asked gently, reaching up and putting a hand on his forearm. He finally looked her way, glancing between her hand and her eyes as he debated on whether or not he should be honest. Eventually he caved with an indignant growl, rolling his eyes. 

“I have been dealing with this pain since I first had my mechanical arms fused to my nervous system. Apparently having several kilograms permanently attached to your back for a year is not beneficial for your skeletal structure.” He gave a rushed, sarcastic answer, as per usual when he was upset about whatever situation he currently found himself in. It's funny, as much as Anna Maria felt she understood Otto, she often forgot about his criminal past, and had never stopped to think about the physical effect it may have had on him. 

“Have you seen a doctor about it?” She asked, tilting her head.

“You know as well as I how sick of hospitals I have become… not to mention-” he cut himself off before entering his usual spiel about “medical professionals” being clueless dolts, since Anna Maria had already scolded him on that sentiment. She'd made him aware that when he felt powerless his first instinct was to blame everyone else for their shortcomings, and now any time he resorted to that mentality he noticed right away, attempting to redirect as per her instruction. He eyed Anna Maria, carefully resuming his sentence after restructuring the thoughts in his head.

“... Not to mention I have deduced that the injury and associated pain is not severe, as well as easily avoidable.” He finished cautiously.

She scoffed, a little dumbfounded by his belittlement of the situation.

“Not severe? Otto, you can't even stand up. Please take this seriously. I won't make you go to the doctor, I suppose, but I'll be damned if I don't do anything at all to help. Excuse my language. What can I do to help?”

“Anna Maria, I don't-”

“What can I do to help, Otto?"

She repeated, much more insistently. He pressed his mouth into a line, chewing on his lips as he regarded her. His eyes lowered, and he drew in a hesitant breath.

“... I keep a few ice packs in the freezer. You will find them in the room adjacent to this one.” He finally mumbled, giving up trying to fight her. She gave a content smile, and patted his arm appreciatively, if not a little smugly. 

“Thank you, Otto. Would you like some painkillers?” He went quiet, refusing to give her more ammunition against him. 

“Otto.” She restated sternly, to which he grumbled with frustration. 

“... Third cabinet from the right.”

[rain-shoshana]

So fucking tired of being in pain all the time. If you know a chronic pain sufferer, do something nice for them today. We’re really going through it.

[heppileppi]

remember when I complained about having a “pinched nerve” like a couple months ago? actually it was a herniated disk in my neck 🫠

thanks to my body who will continually remind me that humans evolved to chase wildebeests across the plains, not sit at desk

[nearlydark]

So this is basically my life. No:

Squatting

Sitting unless my feet are flat on the floor. So no couch unless I’m sitting like absolutely perfectly

Bending over. Even putting my shoes on is back to a lot of pain

Lifting my legs/knees while sitting or standing

Twisting or leaning

If I lay down it has to be on my right side with a pillow between my knees or under my knees if I’m on my back

Please don’t take your health for granted.