#just chronic pain things

[thisperfectmonsoon]

coming to u live from [redacted]: a chronic pain girly is on her couch, trying to survive. next, at 5: how many Motrin can she take before her stomach actually turns to acid?

[miniar]

.... the pressure of my head on my pillow is hurting my jaw too much to sleep but if I lay on my back it hurts too much to sleep....

[humandisastersquad]

Lmao barely even noticed my immune system kicking back at the booster bc the main symptom atm is myalgia which is just situation normal for me lol

[grey-ace-tickles]

do you ever have horrible pain that is so bad you throw up but then still tell yourself that you're being dramatic and overreacting? no? just me then ok

[the-exquisite-corpse-of-theseus]

I think I’ll crawl off into the forest and give my body to the earth and the bugs. My flesh is battered, stained, and stretched almost to the point of rupture. I’d much rather leave this withered skin lying languid on the earthen floor, to be lovingly lifted from pearl pieces of bone by kind maggots. Dozens, hundreds, thousands of little insectoid legs will so attentively massage tense, gleaming muscle, and detangle gnarled bundles of nerves until it all melts into the mud. My thoughtless brain will pour from open eye sockets as tears of joy, my blood will pool beneath me unhurried as sweet golden honey. My organs, nothing more than shining baubles, will adorn the dull ground at my feet. Porous bones, free from awful, smothering tissues, will finally, gratefully, breathe the fresh air and sip the morning dew. The refreshment will be a welcome relief, after choking down my festering, bodily slime for so long. Joints will slip from their rusted hinges at long last. Please, do not weep for me, I promise that I will not go to waste. Eagerly, I will provide an elysian shelter for the foxes who sleep nestled in my hollow rib cage, feasting on discarded limbs. They’ll wail with the breeze as it whistles between the gaps in my teeth, and curiously sniff at the wildflowers as they begin to gingerly poke their way through the cracks in my smile. Then, the sun will sink, burying itself below the soil where I rest in my bliss, and the night sky will drape a sidereal blanket over me, keeping me perfectly warm even in the absence of skin.

[hellosweetie99]

I wish I was a cat with a heated kitty bed. Then I would know true peace

[darkshrimpemotions]

Soooo I woke up this morning in PAIN. My lower back is screaming. It hurts to sit. It hurts to walk. I have no idea what the fuck happened! I was fine when I went to bed! But now I literally cannot move without crying from the pain. I was going to see Bowling for Soup tonight but the thought of standing outside for hours when I feel like this is excruciating. 😭

[battywitch]

Trying to whimper as quietly as possible and biting down on tongue/cheek/lips to not scream because everyone else is asleep and I'm enough of a problem when we're all awake without adding disrupting their sleep 🙃

[thisperfectmonsoon]

don’t let the hornyposting fool u: I feel like hammered shit and want to cry but I contain multitudes baybeeeee ✨

[solsearchingnights]

Love starting off my day knowing I'm not going to get anything done. Getting pretty good at making urgent care appointments.

[prioritiesgay]

I might end up posting two drawings tomorrow like i did yesterday, my back is acting up and i dont think ill be able to finish a drawing in time today for butchtober day 3

[doctorharrisbonkersphd]

Having to take ibuprofen to even take a shower 🫠

[youngpettyqueen]

the temptation to go full Annie Wilkes on my own goddamn knees

[brilarsn]

bribing myself to drink a protein shake by giving myself a peppermint hot chocolate after

[druid-for-hire]

[images ID: three images of a comic titled "one must imagine sisyphus happy" by druid-for-hire. it is a visual narrative beginning with someone with wrist pain (depicted by bright orange nerves) working at a drafting table. the reader is shown the same wrist as the person uses it for many everyday tasks such as carrying a grocery basket, pushing elevator buttons, typing, and doing dishes, until the pain dissolves all the panels into chaos. the person then performs several physical therapy exercises until the pain subsides. they sit back down at a desk with their laptop, sigh, and begin typing. a small spark of pain reappears. end id]

a fun little piece i made during the semester and submitted into our school comic anthology! (which you can buy at the Static Fish table at MoCCAFest in NYC ;] ). it's about artists and injury

[stuffforthestash]

Ooooof, too accurate