#hyperextension

[consider-your-potatoes-mashed]

Does anyone have any recommendations for good knee braces for preventing hyper extension? I’m trying to get some through my insurance but they’re being slow as fuck and my knees are only getting worse so any suggestions for OTC braces would be hugely appreciated

[laiosynth]

so at work, i struggle massively with knee strain-- my knees hyperextend, and enough so that not locking them is very challenging. after too long standing, they start to REALLY feel the strain, and it was really getting to me.

but!! i've found a solution to this! and i am posting this in the hopes that it could help someone else in my same predicament!!!

my solution?

marking time 💞

those who have been in marching band know what i'm talking about!! for those who have not, and for those who want to hear more, i have an explanation and further elaboration under the cut.

VVV

marking time is a procedure/skill used in marching band, where one is marching/holding time with their legs in place.

if you're not in marching band, you may picture marching as the high-knee Big Step kind of march, but that's not what i'm talking about here. i'm talking about a small, simple repetitive movement to a steady pace.

this video is the best, most simple and short visual example i've been able to find, and even this has a lot of info you don't need-- it's all about just raising your heels one at a time to a beat. and i don't even raise mine as high as this guy does in the video!

it's a small enough form of exercise that it barely actually feels hard-- and even that, only at first. the more you do it, the more effortless it becomes. nonetheless, it gets your blood moving, gets your knees moving, gets your hips moving, and even doubles as a form of stimming!

motion truly is lotion, and this technique both prevents my knees from locking up over long periods of time AND soothes the aches in my knees after i have had to lock them and strain them.

(small note, this should also be pretty discreet if you're doing it right-- your top half should barely be moving. this technique was designed for people to be able to paly instruments while doing it!)

i truly hope that this manages to get out to people and help as much as it did help me, so please reblog this to spread and add tags that you think will take it to people who need it!! yippee !!!

[archeracy]

Help me get my cat treatment!

I never expected to make one of these, but my precious kitty may need surgery! At the very least, she’ll be needing a vet visit, bloodwork, and possibly sedation to run specific tests.

Nellie has carpal hyperextension and we don’t know why. In the best case scenario, it’s temporary, but that still requires testing. In the worse scenario, she’ll need surgery.

I’ve made a gofundme to help support the cost of care for my darling girl. She’s my childhood cat and she means everything to me.

[volixia669]

Hyprrextended my shoulder in my sleep because i was cold...and it turns out I ALSO kicked off my blanket in my sleep because i was too warm.

Bodies are ridiculous.

[joshmcgary]

ORCHESTRATION / DIGITAL INK

[allthefandomsbby]

Hands up if your elbows and knees have been hyperextended for years without you realising that's why body hurt daily

[crosswire]

ball jointed doll tattoos by xx_gloomgirl_xx

[melodiousoblivionao3]

I have looked up “Emily Fox update” on Twitter every 30 minutes atp

[icy-book]

Taylor often has cool black tape/bandages wrapped around his hands, which everyone assumes (because he loudly tells them so) is part of his anime ninja cosplaying whatevers. Actually, it's kinesio tape. His joints just hurt

[beepbeepdespair]

carried some heavy shopping home (which is what did my arm in last time) and im getting the sort of feeling in my arm that makes me worry. i swear to god if i wake up tomorrow morning ON GOOD OMENS DAY NO LESS and my arm is hyperextended im gonna fucking scream

[magpie-sherlock]

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

basically they do this

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

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

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

[curiosity-killed]

In the continuing saga of dumb joints and pointe shoes, for whatever reason, I was having a much harder time controlling my hyperextension* with the hard shoes on Thursday and ever since, the fronts of both my knees have been Bothered**

*I have virtually no visible hyperextension (it was 5° when measured 💀) but have just enough that I have to be conscious of how I’m straightening my leg to avoid sinking into my knee. Yes this is stupid

**They don’t exactly hurt, it just feels like there’s swelling under the front of the knee cap, but they don’t actually look swollen (per usual)

[hayatheauthor]

10 Lethal Injuries to Add Pain to Your Writing

Prev: Non-Lethal Injury Ideas

Need some creative ways to give your characters a real fight for survival? Here are 10 ideas: 

1. Punctured Artery

A puncture to major arteries like the femoral artery (thigh), the carotid artery (neck), or radial artery (arm) can cause rapid blood loss. It starts off with a sharp pain, weakness, lightheadedness and eventually can lead to hypovolemic shock. Requires urgent medical attention.

2. Punctured Eye Socket

A punctured eye socket will cause blood vessel damage leading to internal bleeding. I would use this for non-combat characters trying to get away. The eyes are an easy weak spot + you don’t need much strength to cause a critical injury/puncture. Also good for a protag's tragic backstory.

3. Torn Achilles Tendon

A torn Achilles tendon can result in severe bleeding if nearby arteries or veins are damaged. Your character will be forced to hobble away as pain causes their foot to swell and bruise. Plus, you can easily adjust the pain levels per your scene, from swift cuts to explosive jumps. 

4. Neck Hyperextension (Hangman’s Fracture)

This injury will fracture the C2 vertebra and can lead to spinal cord damage, paralysis or sudden death. This isn’t a light injury your character can come back from, so I would suggest using it only when you’re aiming for death.

5. Pierced Lung

A punctured lung will lead to a pneumothorax where air escapes into the chest cavity, collapsing the lung. Characters with this injury may have difficulty breathing, chest pain, and a cough that produces frothy blood (all the dramatics you need). 

6. Severe Concussion

A severe concussion will lead to confusion, vomiting, immobility and memory loss. More dangerously, brain swelling, internal bleeding and damaged brain tissue. Plus, it has a long recovery period. 

7. Shattered Pelvis

If you need something severe that restricts mobility but also causes severe pain then this is perfect! Involves signs of shock, internal bleeding, numbness, swelling—really a lot of things. Can occur if OC falls from a high place, hit repeatedly, car accident, etc.  

8. Internal Bleeding from Blunt Force Trauma

I like using this when you need something subtle since it doesn't show immediate symptoms. Over time, they will feel weak, cold, nauseous, and intense pain. Perfect if you want that 'everyone made it out then suddenly someone collapses' moment. 

9. Intestinal Perforation

A sharp blow or penetrating wound can cause a tear in the intestines, leaking bacteria into the body cavity, then peritonitis. It can go from small stomach pain to near death pretty quickly. Without prompt medical care, sepsis can set in, causing organ failure and death.

10. Cut to the Jugular

If you need something more visibly dramatic then go with the classic cut to the jugular. A warm rush of blood will pour out, and blood would spurt with every heartbeat. Causes panic, choking, and internal bleeding too. All the blood and gore you need. 

This is a quick, brief list of ideas to provide writers inspiration. Since it is a shorter blog, I have not covered the injuries in detail. Remember the worse the injury the more likely your character is to die (so be realistic folks). Happy writing! :)

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[aibidil]

People keep reblogging this surprised that fingers aren't supposed to collapse at the DIP joint when writing. I suppose the first question is: does it hurt you when you write? If not, it may not be a problem (at least not for now). But if it hurts, clearly it is. Writing isn't supposed to hurt your hand or fingers.

Here's what a "functional grasp pattern" is supposed to look like:

Hypermobility fucks with this in a number of ways. Our joints collapse because of ligament laxity. We also tend not to have great proprioception unless we're at end range of motion or pushing up against something (this is why we don't want to sit normally, the vibes are off. We want to push ourselves up against the side of the chair, that feels much safer, we know where our body is in space, etc.) So we end up gripping the pencil too hard, too. The mechanics of my pencil grip are good except I use the side of my thumb instead of the tip, but I physically cannot prevent my index DIP joint from collapsing, no matter how lightly I grip. The only solution is to brace (like my second picture in the previous post) or to use a fat grip like this (I have big hands, you might need a smaller one if you don't):

Or a pen like this:

Or this:

You can also get chonky pens that kind of do this for you, search "big fat pens". I haven't tried these but I'd like to try one like this:

Why you should wear your ring splints while crafting

Hypermobile hands suffer from a number of painful issues, the most common of which is swan neck deformity, which I have in index and pinky fingers. This is when hyperextension of the PIP (middle joint) damages the tendons, which pull on the DIP (top) joint, making that point downward.

It doesn’t cause me much pain (yet?), though sometimes it causes locking/snapping of the joint, so I often end up not wearing my ring splints on those fingers, even though I know I probably should for long-term reasons. So I was curious about how the ring splints would affect hand movement while knitting, and I recorded it with and without the ring splints.

The way this type of ring splint works is preventing hyperextension of the PIP. These photos show it pretty well in my left index finger. With the splint, I can still bend the top of my finger at the DIP (because I’m using it), but the PIP doesn’t collapse down. It doesn’t seem as important on the right hand with knitting (or on the thumbs).

(This type of splint doesn’t help a separate issue, which you can kind of see here, at the thumb MCP. I think it’s subluxating? It looks like an indentation in these pics but it only happens when I push the thumb forward. I have a thumb splint with an MCP stabilizer and extends down into the palm, but I tried it and it didn’t stop the subluxation.)

Related: holding a pencil. You need splinting on the DIP joint this time. Hot tip: my rings from my pinky PIP fit my index DIP, so when I’m writing I can just move it over.

Sharing because I went to a hand orthopedist about this and when I asked what I needed to do to reduce progression of deformity and preserve function, he literally was like 🤷🏻 I really don’t think they know what to do with young people in whom these problems aren’t associated with arthritis and hand weakness.

[the-hwaelweg]

So my ankle's been fucked up all week, and I was like "this is weird, because I haven't really had hyperextension issues with my ankles" and then I was turning as I came up the stairs and my knee gave the telltale almighty crack of something snapping into place and now my ankle doesn't hurt anymore, further proving my hypothesis that it's always my fucking knees.

[enderlovez]

No Germs Found

Spencer Reid x Female BAU Reader WORD COUNT: 1000+

Summary: You and the team are back in Arizona on another case, and when an amazing unfortunate mishap takes place at the front desk, everyone is forced to share rooms with each other.

Content Warning: non-sexual nudity, strong language in reference to the temperature, blushy Spence, mentions of heat stroke, pain from the heat, mentions of murder, slightly NSFW at the end, Spencer likes boobs- I MEAN WHO SAID THAT?

A/N This is kind of a continuation of another one of my works called Germs, but they don't necessarily need to be read side by side. There's only one mention of something that happened in the first part, and it's not really that important to the story, so...

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None of you really anticipated being on another case so soon, at least not in the same place you'd just gotten home from a few days before, and the place you all seemed to... strongly dislike.

Maybe 'dislike' isn't the right word, but one thing is for sure — the moment you step foot off the jet, you feel like you're covered from head to toe in sweat, and your throat dried up like a fish in a desert.

Not to mention how you' were all stuck in a stuffy room all day, with crappy air conditioning that did absolutely nothing for anyone. So far you had practically nothing on the unsub, they were slippery as soap, and that stress — the stress of not knowing who they are, who they are going to kill next — has you in a very grumpy mood.

And despite the inconveniences, the day still somehow finds a way to get worse.

That much is clear as Hotch strolls up to our group of people with an annoyed look on his face — granted he almost always looks like that when we're having a hard time finding anything on the unsub.

"There was a malfunction in their system, and they overbooked their rooms," he says simply, only earning a choir of groans from us, "so we're going to have to double up tonight."

You throw your head back, a heavy sigh escaping your mouth. It's been a long day, and all you want is to lay around without your clothes on and go to sleep — but you can't exactly do that with someone else in there with you.

"You're free to pick your roommate yourself, but please, for the love of God, keep it professional," he finishes as he drops a small pile of numbered keys onto the little table in the reception.

Everyone immediately splits off into pairs, while you make no move to do anything, laying back on the armchair with your neck bent over the top, eyes closed against the white fluorescent lights.

"You know, frequent hyperextension of the neck can have negative effects on its structure and function," a familiar voice says from above you. "Around fifteen to twenty-five percent of North Americans experience lasting effects, such as chronic pain and nerve issues."

You peel your eyes open to find none other than the brilliant Spencer Reid standing over your head, dangling a key over your face, and just like that, all your apprehension melts away.

"Stop flirting with me, Spencer, it's incredibly unprofessional," you joke lightheartedly, a vibrant smile overtaking your face as you pluck the key from his fingers.

He doesn't seem to realize you're joking, though, because he immediately goes to defend himself, stuttering adorably and blushing firetruck red. "No, um, I wasn't — I would never flirt with you!" he tries to defend himself, only realizing a second later how it might've come off. "I-I mean I would, but that's not what I was trying to do."

You shake your head and laugh, standing from the armchair and threading your arm through his so you can lead him down the hallway towards the room you both would be staying in.

The room that was, technically, booked for only one person.

The room that only has one bed.

It's not like you don't want to share a bed with him, you're more worried that he might not want it, with his whole 'germ' thing. Not that he really seemed to care about that the other day, when he drank straight from your water bottle without a care in the world, then proceeded to ask you out on a date.

"I can sleep on the floor, if you'd like," he offers quietly as he shuts the door behind him.

You immediately dismiss that idea, shaking your head before the words are even fully out of his mouth. "You're not sleeping on the floor, Spencer, that's not fair," you say quickly, a sly smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. "That is, as long as you're alright with me sleeping in my underwear, because I will be doing that."

Of course you're half-joking — if there's any indication that he's uncomfortable with that idea you'll just sleep in a t-shirt and shorts, it's just that you'd much rather not in this heat.

"N-no, no," he says, his voice pitched just a little too high. He's blushing from head to toe, you know that without even looking at him. "You can s-sleep in whatever you want to, I don't mind."

It's entirely unprofessional, you know that, but you really can't help it as you instantly begin tearing your sweat-drenched clothes from your body, tossing them around haphazardly until you're left in only your bra and underwear. You don't waste another second, flopping onto the bed, briefly stretching your limbs out, then rolling to one side.

It's a relief to be out of those clothes...

Only now do you realize that Spencer has not moved an inch from were he was standing when you initially asked the question, face bright red, breathing uneven as he tries desperately to keep his eyes from dipping from your face.

"Come on, I don't bite," you say quietly, patting the empty space on the other side of the bed, meanly deciding it would be funny to tease him, "not unless you ask very nicely."

Nervously, he drops his stuff beside the door and makes his way towards the bed, siting on the edge of his side. You're sure you can see him sneaking glances down at your chest every now and then, when he thinks you're not paying attention.

Who is he kidding? You're always paying attention to him, clinging onto every word he says like you'll die if you forget a single one.

"Come on, Spencer," you urge, "you've literally shared spit with me, don't get all shy now."

You're phrasing it that way as a joke, and you're sure he knows that.

But the next words that come out of his mouth leave you stunned, mouth dropped open and butterflies stampeding through your stomach, heart beating a million miles an hour.

You're not expecting something like this to come out of his mouth, really, but after his strange confidence the other day in drinking all your water and asking you out, you're not sure what to expect now.

"Can you please bite me, then?"