#it's not costochondritis this time

[pinkplasticprincess]

Chronic illness is not knowing whether or not I should bother scheduling an appointment for my new concerning symptoms or save myself the trouble of paying to get professionally gaslit because maybe I am crazy after all

[ballsballsbowls]

Apparently, what this whole situation needed was for me to develop costochondritis?

[venacoeurva]

Well the snap decision to buy orange juice was a good idea and ideal foresight considering I caught another cold so now I can make "Goddamnit I'm sick again'' sparkling water + orange juice virgin mimosa-esque things

[nerfedbytheuniverse]

Here’s my experience with chronic pain today:

*hits bump*

*sharp inhale*

*car turns too hard*

*sharp inhale*

[gochujangst]

owieeeeee chronkinc pain acting upppp ouuugh ouch ouh ouh ouh ouh ouh

[mahou-no-momo]

I've been having a weird flare up on my lower left rib area. It's not enough to break out the heating pad or ibuprofen but it's enough to irritate the fuck out of me because it's a dull random throb/sting.

[mosspapi]

I can't tell if I'm just having a massive costo flare or if I've actually dislocated and/or cracked my ribs somehow.

I know I need to ask my parents abt it but I had a massive argument with my mother about it earlier today because apparently the reason I have chronic pain is because I don't take Advil (absolute bullshit on many levels and she knows this but she refuses to admit when she doesn't know something), so I don't want to have to deal with her again but also I don't want to leave this if it IS a bigger issue ya feel.

Like it feels like just a really bad flare, but they don't normally last for 3+ days in a row, 24/7, at the "sharp, hard-to-breathe, plus aching, plus reduced mobility" level. That type of flare usually lasts at most a couple of hours. So I'm concerned it's a bigger issue than that, but I'm also paranoid about health things so idk if I'm overreacting ya feel?

[angelthanatology]

On all levels except physical I am andrew neiman from whiplash covered in blood after surviving a whole car crash and asking where are his sticks because he’s gonna be late for the concert

[sotogalmo]

10:36

Google thinks I might have some chest problems (my chest ouchy, and I don't feel normal guys. My bones that is. It's weird)

[bipedalseal]

my right knee was slightly hurting when i put pressure on it the whole day but earlier i was literally limping and had to grip the railing while i went down the stairs because it hurt so much. ive gone to a doctor for this in the past and they said it was growing pains but now that ive gone and not grown an inch since i last saw them i call bull on that

[lifeanditsquirks]

I remember my mum was friends with a "gender counselor". And that said gender counselor talked me out of being nonbinary and into being a trans man. I assumed that since they were a professional they had to be right. So I started wearing my binder more often. Almost every day in fact. Sometimes for more than 8 hours because I felt so dysphoric (don't do this. I ended up with chronic costochondritis). I dressed masc. I got an endocrinologist so I could start T. I tried changing my voice through vocal training videos. I got a top surgery referral. I was doing everything I thought was right.

I was miserable.

It took years to undo the brainwashing she put me through. Making me something I was not. Making me second-guess everything about my identity. It was horrific. She would constantly use he/him pronouns for me. She would constantly refer to me as a man. And she would correct others if they used they/them pronouns for me.

After she was arrested I spent some time really thinking. Why was I so dysphoric all the time? I stared unraveling the rope she used to tie me up. And I found that she was wrong about me. I wasn't a trans man at all. I was nonbinary! The identity I started with. I started using they them pronouns again. I let people know that I wanted to be referred to with gender-neutral terms.

I feel so much more confident in myself.

So I guess the moral of the story is don't let anyone tell you who you are. You know yourself best. Your identity is your journey. Don't let others move you in directions you feel uncomfortable with. You'll be alright. You've got this.

[pressureplus]

Chronically ill fan here! I’m currently having a costochondritis flare up because I overworked myself. (My sternum cartilage is inflamed and uncomfortable) All I want is cuddles and kisses and to be taken care of while I try to sleep it off. Could I possibly get romantic Sebastian and fem chronically ill reader where Sebastian cares for her during a costochondritis flare if that’s okay?

You don’t have to do any research on costochondritis either. At surface level it’s just inflammation and pain mainly in the sternum/rib area that can be aggravated by heavy lifting

Chronically ill representation in readers is rare and I’ve never seen costochondritis rep.

I hope this is okay! Thank you so much!

As someone who is also chronically ill, I felt this in my bones. I got you

Sensitive, Sensitive

Pairings: Sebastian Solace x Fem!Chronically ill!Reader

Au: Classic

Warnings: Pet Names (Sunshine, Love)

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“Please- watch your hands.” You whine as Sebastian goes to pick you up. The additional pushing from his palms making your bones feel like they’re going to crack under all that pressure. You already felt like you weren’t intaking enough air, though you’re sure you are. That and the pain that you’d once almost worried could’ve been a heart attack waiting to happen? Yeah you didn’t need any more pain. You knew about your flare ups, knew you shouldn’t push yourself too hard, and you’d gone and done it anyway. Was it a bad idea? Yes but you’ve got to survive down here somehow, you’re not gonna eat if you lay around all day.

Your boyfriend, Sebastian, on the other hand already looked concerned. His hands taking the heavy box you were carrying right out from your grasp. His gaze flicking around the multitude of snacks you’d ripped out from vending machines in your desperation. You must’ve brought in at least several boxes of the stuff and while he hadn’t been too worried at first, the pained breaths you made sure changed his mind now. Your hand came up to almost attempt to soothe the ache with gentle rubbing, and maybe it helped a little but not nearly enough. Still you turned, getting ready to go back out with a new box when Sebastian coiled his tail around your legs and hips.

“Not so fast.” He hums, placing the box to the side and leaning down to your height.

“And what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m going back out? I’m not done emptying the-”

“You’re done now.”

“What?”

“I said, you’re done now. Come on, Sunshine, we’re laying down.” He’s careful to lift you up. This time avoiding the area causing you the most pain. He’s gentle, lifting you up by the hips and gently pressing you against his oddly comfortable body. His snake-like form slithering into the backroom and right up to your makeshift bed. Although it certainly wasn’t as comfortable as the ones at home, it would do. It always did. He was gentle when he laid you atop the mattress and tugged a thicker, comfortable blanket over top of you. His body sliding up against you, wrapping himself as close to you as possible. You attempt to wiggle out only the once before giving in, in far too much pain to wrestle yourself free this time.

“We’re going to lay in bed until you feel better.”

“It’s probably not going to go away for a while, and the pain isn’t going to fully subside anyway. You have to work- it’s all you do. You don’t have to lay here with me just because I’m hurting.”

“Y/N, I don’t mind laying with you at all. Why would I?” He softens and tilts your head to him. His lips pressing against yours as gently as he can, soft and sweet before pulling back from you. The fins on the sides of his head doing that cute little wiggle you’d grown so accustomed to seeing.

“I’m supposed to keep you safe, that includes from yourself. You’re not going to overwork yourself any further than you already have. What you are going to do though is rest.” An arm wraps around your waist, another combs through your hair and the third functions as a comfortable pillow for you.

“You’re sure I can just lay down here for a while?”

“You’re being an idiot, why would I be upset at you for resting?” He hits you with immediate sass and playfully nips at your jaw. His hand that lays over your hip rubs slow little circle against it.

“You don’t have to be a dick.”

“I’m not, I just know you aren’t always the brightest crayon in the box. I don’t want you hurting, Love. Now quiet down a bit and get some rest, hm? I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

[venacoeurva]

Let’s play the game of

[ineffectualdemon]

The biggest problem I have with trying to be in less pain is advice for one condition contradicts another and a lot of medical staff don't listen to me or think I'm stupid

I've had this conversation so many times:

Medical staff: do this gentle exercise

Me: that involves stretching my chest and I guarantee that will trigger my costochondritis

Medical staff: why do you think that?

Me: because it get triggered if I so much as sing. Stretching is 100% going to aggravate it. And once it's flaring it can take months to calm down and is incredibly painful and makes it hard to do anything at all. Can you recommend something that won't trigger my costochondritis?

Medical staff: no

Me: well can you give me ways to treat the costochondritis

Medical staff: take anti-inflammatory meds

Me: I literally can't because I'm on blood thinners

Medical staff: then idk. Heat

Me: heat isn't enough

Medical staff: have you tried losing weight?

Me: I am going to slash your tires

[idontplaytrack]

✧ Off Night

AJ Campos x chronically ill fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, coarse language, chronic illness/pain(costochondritis is painful asf— has not went away for me since 2019😖) flare up descriptions

In which reader has something they’d call an ‘off night’.

Writing this bc I need it rn🤐 I’m a self-indulgent writer at my core😄

(Pictures used above are from Pinterest & Tumblr)

With each breath you took, the wider the pain spread across and around your ribcage causing you to wince. An unintentional groan left your lips as you laid in bed uncomfortably, on your side. AJ walks into the room to check on you, informing you that dinner would be ready soon.

“I don’t feel like eating.”

She sits down beside you, gently running her hand up and down your back. Very gently. And yet it still made you flinch. “I’m sorry.” AJ apologises for hurting you more and for how you were feeling.

“Is there anything I can get you?” She asks softly, her eyes studying you worriedly.

“Unless I can get a new body, no.” You answered bluntly.

She presses a kiss to your forehead and stroked your cheek before pulling the blanket higher up past your shoulders. After that, she quietly exits the room. AJ wishes that there was more she could do, but she knew she’s done the best she could, and so do you. The pain just made you so incredibly irritable. Every single time you inhaled or exhaled made you feel closer and closer to crying. Just wanting to burst into tears…but you knew all too well that it would just make your pain worse. So you swallowed those tears like your life depended on it— quite literally.

You tried shutting your eyes in hopes of drifting off to sleep, but it did not work and you were growing impatient. And angry. At whatever the hell it was. AJ returns after awhile, thinking that you’d be asleep but clearly, you weren’t. “I’m not asleep.” You huffed.

“How about I run you a bath, babe?”

“I dunno.” You mumbled.

“We’ll try, okay?”

You just let her. What could you do, say no? She’d just go ahead anyway. When she walked out of the ensuite bathroom, she glances at you before picking out a new set of clothes for you. You knew she was worried and you felt terrible about it, but you were also aware of the fact that you needed her to help you right now. If you were alone, you’d definitely just curl up in bed and do nothing. She helped you get out of bed, out of your clothes and into the bathtub. “Easy, easy.” AJ says, “Okay, sit— yeah. You okay?”

You nodded, letting out a little grunt when you strained yourself while trying to sit down. One of the few things that have helped was soaking in warm water. And you wish you could’ve been in here all day, but that’s just…not possible. The sun had just completely set, leaving you and AJ in darkness for a brief moment before she turned the lights on. “Would you want them off instead?”

“It’s fine.”

She sits down on the floor by the tub to keep you company. “Go eat dinner.”

“I will, in a minute.” She assured, “Does the water help?”

“A lot.” You admit, “The relief won’t last long though.” AJ held onto your hand, stroking her thumb over your knuckles as you leaned back and shut your eyes. This tiny gesture gave you a bit more comfort, which you appreciated and gave her a smile in response. “Do you maybe want to eat dinner, here?”

You shook your head, telling her that you’ve got no appetite. “Maybe later.”

“Alright.” She stroked your hair, “I’ll go get you some water, okay? You’ve got to stay hydrated, love.”

“Okay.” You murmured.

She leaves, and comes back with a plastic cup filled with water, and a straw dipped in the cup. “Here you go, honey.” She holds the straw to your lips and you took a tentative sip. “Thanks, honey- please go have your dinner. Just leave the cup on the stool. I’ll just be right here.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded in confirmation, “Yeah. Go.”

“Okay, but if you need anything- call for me.”

You watch her leave, then you hear sounds from further away, in the kitchen. She was having her dinner. You dozed off for the duration of her dinner, and woke up when she walked back in. “Looks like you got some rest.”

“Luckily I didn’t fall back or I would’ve drowned.”

“Tsk.” AJ chuckles, “Come on, let’s get you outta there.”

You let out a groan, having to sit up straight and then stand up. “Okay, alright- you good?” She squints, grabbing your towel off the sink countertop. “Mm.” You mumbled incoherently but nodded. “Okay.” AJ rubs your towel-covered back just ever so gently. She guides you back into the room and onto bed. After helping you get changed, she freezes in her tracks in front of you. “I’d feel better if we get you to eat a little bit while you’re feeling some relief right now.”

“I’ll try.” You stood up on your own, sending her into a moment of panic, “I wanna— go outside.”

“I figured.” She says, walking beside you. Once you two got to the dining room, she pulls a chair out for you and you sat down in it while she got you a bowl of mac and cheese.

————

She sat with you while you ate, checking her phone for any missed texts or calls. Then she went around the apartment to tidy it up some. AJ then somehow persuaded you to go to bed, and you managed to fall asleep. Also, she’s thought of putting a cushion under your back so the surface you were lying on was way softer. Maybe that was what helped, because you barely felt the pain that way. “Mm, no.” You mumbled half asleep, “Stay with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere, lovebug. I’m right here.” She shushed, “Sleep now, okay?” At first, she was sitting beside you on her side of the bed, but then she decided to lay down and go to bed early too. Letting go of your hand gently, she turned to be on her side so she could watch you sleep. Peacefully.

Slowly, she succumbed to sleep as well and was only awoken by you a few hours later. You were pressed up against her, an arm wrapped around her as well. AJ could feel that you were cold, and that your face was pressed up against her back. AJ was stuck— she didn’t know whether to stay put or move. You couldn’t possibly be comfortable like that, baby. She thought.

Rolling over slowly, you detaches from you. Your arm falls onto the mattress as she feels your forehead. Shit. Were you suddenly having a fever?

You whined in your sleep at the loss of contact. So AJ hurries up to get closer to you again, holding you in her arms— face to face with you. She anxiously feels your forehead again, “Maybe my hand’s just cold?” She mouths to herself. She could go grab the thermometer but if she tried to get away from you again, you would definitely wake up. She knew that she couldn’t know for certain until you were fully awake so she gave in and just dozed off again.

The sleep was very broken up. Because an hour later you were awake. “What’s wrong?” She looked at you, you’d just stepped out of the bathroom.

“I don’t— uh, it kinda stings when I go to the bathroom.”

“Does your stomach hurt?”

You nodded sadly, “I’m sorry.”

You’re sorry? She felt like shit right now for not noticing that you hadn’t been drinking enough water for the past few days — which probably was what lead to this. “I’m gonna take you to the doctor.”

“No. No, no, no, no,” You declined, profusely, “I’ve had enough of antibiotics.”

“Okay, so what do you need then?”

She couldn’t lie, she was a little bit worried about the infection spreading if it was indeed a UTI, but you knew your body best. And it wasn’t your first time having this happen— it also certainly won’t be the last.

You chugged a glass of cranberry juice then crawled back into bed to sleep. “I’m giving you two days, alright? If you don’t feel better and if the fever and pain gets worse, you gotta see a doctor.” AJ tried to reason with you.

“Okay.” You mumbled, “Cuddles, please?”

She happily obliged but was cautious since you were still in pain, “I’m sorry you’re in pain right now, my love.”

“I know. It sucks.” You muttered, “I just want it to go away. I didn’t meant to not drink enough water or however the fuck this happened.”

“Just let me know whatever you need and I’ll give it to you, okay? Just wake me up and I’ll help you, please. If you can’t get up, please let me help you. I don’t want and you doubled over and struggling on your own.” AJ says, rubbing soothing circles on your back. You simply gave her a nod and laid your head in her chest, making yourself comfortable.

After being sick for a few years, and with AJ being with you through it all since the very beginning, she’s had to learnt a lot in a short period of time. About the conditions, about your habits, how they’ve changed, how to help you manage symptoms, what medications helped and which ones didn’t, the side effects. Everything that came with being chronically ill and dealing with chronic pain. AJ had to learn, and remember them. It was tough as shit and she didn’t have to help you with any of it, but she never once complained. She’s never made you feel bad for needing her help. You may have felt bad on your own, but she has never made you feel bad and just showered you with love and care. Because she was the sweetest person you’ve ever met in your life and she just understood. No one chooses to be sick, but being the usually healthier person meant that she was able to do more than you could. You’ve had to learn to be vulnerable and honest with her and yourself if you wanted to feel better sooner. It was an equally painful experience to go through over time. But you were very glad to be past that stage…so when off nights happen, that’s all they were. You don’t let them linger for longer than needed and affect your mood too much— you let it run its course and did what you knew that could help.

AJ looked at you, heart swelling with pride as much as it ached a little bit, ‘You are so strong, my girl.’

[surfinminho]

Kinktober day 27: roleplay w/ jeongin

⤷ warnings: doctor x patient roleplay but jeongin is actually a doctor, oral (f), jerking off though not descriptive, cum eating.

⤷ word count: 1k

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Your boyfriend was a doctor, you barely saw him unless you went straight to his office. And that's what you usually did. If he wasn't doing procedures, he was filing paper or on break. Perfect time for your to stop by if you're free.

You always bring him a lunch or something of the sort when you're not busy with work. Texting him before stopping by.

Today you went up there unannounced, you had an important project due soon and wanted to spend time with your boyfriend before things get hectic.

You walk in with a bag asking the receptionist who had seen you too many times that she knows your name by now.

"Hi" you smile, putting your hands in your pockets.

"Hello Ms, he's not too busy he should be in his office in about 10 minutes."

You whisper a thank you, trying to catch him before he has to get back to work.

You step into his office, which was cluttered with many paper of diagnosis or reports.

You look at one of the reports out of curiosity, wondering what in the world that word could possibly mean.

You hear the door crack open causing you to turn around, the corners of your lips going up turned.

"You're here quite early? What's the problem?" He jokes as he settled down his papers. Creating an even bigger mess.

You go back to the original paper you were looking at.

"Hey, what does this mean?" You pick up the paper trying to face jeongin but he wraps his hands around your waist instead. Laying his chin on your shoulder.

"Which word?" You feel him press his hips into your backside but you try to ignore it and answer his question.

You point towards the word not bothering to try and sound it out.

"Costochondritis? It's inflammation,sweetie" he pauses, hands traveling upwards towards your breasts "it's serious, if you do not get it treated. Though, I find this completely irrelevant right now."

"I-innie, we're in public. What if someone walks in?" He presses his hands towards your forehead, pressing the palm and the backside of his hand on there.

"You're quite hot, too hot for my liking. Are you sick by any chance?"

You wanted to punch him, you guys are in his office that has the thinnest walls known to man. You felt like you were burning up, only because of him pressing his hips against you.

"'im not sick, innie please." Your fingers grip the end of the table, looking anywhere for you to go.

You see a couch, turning around you push him off of you before booking it. It's not like you didn't want him, of course you did. But you were scared of getting caught.

He doesn't react, instead he walks up to you sitting next to you.

"You have to tell me what's wrong with you? Or how am I supposed to treat you?" He takes his stethoscope off, putting it away on the chair.

"Does it hurt?" He presses on the sides of your neck, moving his fingers up and down.

"N-no innie" you felt embarrassed, never having done this type of roleplay with jeongin before but you couldn't help but like it.

"Ah, call me Doctor." He butts in, moving from your neck towards your breasts, resting his hands right over your heart.

"How about here?" Looking at you with such fever, you look at the clock reading 4:55 pm. He had to see someone at 5:30 the clock was ticking and he hasn't even made a move to pleasure you yet. Opting to drag this out longer than he needs to.

"No innie-" he cuts you off once more,

"I recall asking you to call me Doctor, no?"

"Yes." You peer your head to look at him, he was showing no reaction to this besides the boner he got, pressing against his scrubs.

"So why didn't you?"

"Sorry doctor, it doesn't hurt there" you felt as if you were going to die, either from humiliation or from the way he was looking at you.

"Can you show me where it hurts then?"

You take his hands into yours, dragging them to where you need him the most.

You press his hands against your pussy, lightly whining at the feeling

"Here? Why didn't you just say that. Such an easy fix no?"

He gets off, taking off your pants he situates you to sit at the end of the couch.

On his knees, he pushes your panties to the side not bothering to take them off.

He licks up your pussy before going straight to your clit.

He knew you guys didn't have enough time, and he wanted to make you cum quickly.

He takes two of his fingers, shoving them in your hole.

"Innie- slow down, t-too much" you try and close your legs, on instinct but he didn't care lips still attached to your cunt.

"This is what's gonna happen, I'm gonna make you cum, then fuck the shit out of you after this meeting got it?" He sucks on your clit, fingers curling up against your g-spot you wanted to last for him but you don't think you can.

"c-cumming!" You clench down on his fingers, cumming all over his face.

"See good girl." He pulls your pants back up, going over to his desk to grab some paper to clean you off.

"w-what about you?" Instead of answering your question, he shoves his hands in your mouth. You taste his semen on your tongue, licking his fingers clean.

"Does that answer your question?" He wipes your face of sweat before checking the time.

5:25. "I should get going, you can stay or leave it doesn't matter to me. See you later princess" he gives you a kiss on your forehead before leaving the room.

You decide to stay, looking up at the ceiling thinking what the fuck did you just do.