#my jaw hurts so much help

[might-be-a-potato]

I'VE FIGURED OUT HOW TO ADD SUBTITLES AND TRANSLATE THEM

NOTHING CAN STOP ME NOW AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!!!!!!!!

Although these ones are all google-translated, which defaults to polite-speech for everything. Which means they have funny things like this:

Which (very roughly) translates to "Porkchop, would you kindly stop messing around?"

I'M DYING OVER HERE PLEASEEEEEEEE

[casualavocados]

We are brothers. It's my job to take care of you— I don't need it. If you are that free, go find Zhang Teng. Or you can go back to the headquarters and take care of our boss.

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 04

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

My body and I are in a desperate arms race with me trying to figure out all its secrets before I'm 30 and it constantly inventing new mysteries

[myrtaceaae]

Concept for my jaw: fucking work properly.

[mister-ancunin]

wish johnny was here so he could hug me nice n tight n coax me back t’sleep or smth.

[shiraishi--kanade]

hi feel free not to answer this but you're one of the only chronically ill people i know and i probably need to get my blood drawn because i am having Many Issues but i am. super afraid of needles. so basically the question is are needles that draw blood like,, really big? do they hurt a lot? sorry this is probably a dumb question im just terrified auhfguhgahhf

No worries! And in my experience, no not really! My blood draws never really hurt; it's about the same feeling like if your leg falls asleep pins and needles sensations, but only for a split second when the needle comes in and out. If done correctly, you won't feel anything during the actual process, maybe just a bit dizzy & numb. It may sting for a while after the draw (mine still does) but it's really really minor, you probably won't even notice it much. It may also bruise; it's pretty normal too.

The size of the needle varies, though, so here's a word of advice: search out for a more modern, accomodating hospital/lab, and a nurse who works with pediatrics patients, if you can (regardless of your actual age, they are just chiller about anxious people in general imo). Fear of needles is super common and is absolutely nothing to be ashamed about (I actually do well with blood draws but I'm Not Good with IVs and injections, the latter ones moreso than the former), so there is a solid chance they can accommodate you by using a smaller needle or/and local anesthetic (thought I think the last one is... Rarer. My dentist did it, but that man is a force of his own. I don't know how many of his practises are like... Normal).

Getting a good nurse that puts you at ease is so, so important. I cannot overstate it. I don't mean to make this sound bad but I can't lie either, if they mess up, can't find your vein, or just generally suck & rush you & make you feel stupid for asking for accomodations, get up and Leave. Because messed up draws do hurt (not too much, though! I'd say it's comparable to like... Accidentally biting your tongue kinda hurt). I only had one bad experience and I never went to that nurse again.

In general though: the needle probably isn't as big as you think it'd be, it's smaller than the injection ones usually, and you can ask for a smaller one; it doesn't hurt! Actually when I first got my blood drawn from my vein at 10 or so, I was like, wait, that's it? Because of a stupid policy my hospital usually only took blood from the fingertips for kids (don't ask. I don't get it either), and oh god, that hurt Much More than the "adult" one. I was so relieved after being scared out of my mind three minutes earlier. You don't have as much sensation in that area as you for in your fingertips, so if you ever had a papercut and want to compare: papercut hurts more & for longer than the blood draw does.

Good luck to you!! I hope you figure whatever's going on haha. Remember to drink water before the draw to make everyone's lives easier if it comes down to it!

[thethingything]

we've had way worse depersonalisation than usual for months on end, probably because that's the only way I could have coped with any of what's happened, and I'd kind of gotten used to the feeling, but obviously feeling really disconnected from yourself and not really feeling like yourself isn't exactly great so I was like "okay I should actually do some of the things that make me feel like me for once".

the good news: the things that help me feel more grounded and like myself do still work and wow it's really nice actually feeling like me instead of feeling kind of empty and disconnected from myself.

the bad news: the depersonalisation was definitely a way of coping with everything that happened over the summer and grounding myself has the side effect of unrepressing all the feelings about it that were too difficult for me specifically to deal with because of how it interacts with various source related stuff I have going on. also I immediately got really, really homesick and now I'm realising the weird lack of homesickness lately has been from me just being dissociated to all fuck

so now I guess I have to process some shit because I want to actually feel like myself, but I guess I can't do that without having to deal with all the emotional shit that got shoved aside as much as possible.

but also good god we were just kind of not coping with any of what was happening and you're telling me there's even more shit on top of that? like our brain repressed and dissociated from as much as it could and we were still having panic attacks and breakdowns constantly and our mental health was the worst it's been in years and now I have to deal with the stuff our brain deemed too much to deal with during all that.

I hate having to go through the same process over and over again because so much shit keeps happening and getting out of a situation just means now you've got to deal with how much it fucked you up

[onlythebravest]

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[batemanofficial]

i need to take my jaw off and blow on it like an n64 cartridge and then pop it back on

[what-the-fuck-khr]

I had a doctors appointment and have received more pain meds for my tooth until Friday 👍🏻

[crykea]

Falling down a rabbit hole online that fills me with relief one of those oh thank God other people experience this too ones

[stardustedknuckles]

I hate whatever condition I have that makes my muscles cramp. I hate being hyper aware of every time I turn my head lest I give myself a week long injury in the muscle at the base of my neck. I hate being cautious to yawn in case the muscle under my jaw contracts. I hate that moments of rest still require vigilance and my whole body feels like a wound spring and the tension causes/contributes to anxiety and there's nothing I can do.

[asterdeer]

just had my first ever “please help me with my pain” experience of the dentist calling three other dentists into the cubby to look at my mouth and go basically “wow, perfect tongue and teeth but everything else is fucked”, soooo excited to finally join this particular echelon of “everything hurty most days” society

[fandom-blackhole]

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[kirkw4ll-a]

hc + regret

regret is a cup of tea steeped too long, but hawke drinks it anyway. it's a loose thread from a sweater she knows better than to tug at, but unravels the whole thing in spite of her better judgment. she knows better than to let it simmer and linger, but it always remains. and in the moments where hawke TRIES not to regret, tries to rationalize to herself that she did the best she could in a bad situation, that she's done everything that she CAN -- someone is there to tell her otherwise. and it's not just a voice in her head, although it does ultimately become that.

it's her mother telling her that it's her fault her sister is dead (regret, regret, regret. she should've been better, stronger, faster.), that it's her fault her brother was killed in the deep roads (it should have been her. she's the oldest. she should have known this would happen.) and after her mother is killed, it's her uncle screaming in her face that she should have done MORE (she should've. there was a killer. she knew. regret, regret, regret.) and that she wasn't enough. regret is a blanket, warm but scratchy and thread bare. regret is a comfort only because it's always BEEN there. it's the blood in her mouth, but she's tasted it so much that she likes it.

regret is why she's never been able to fully fill her lungs with air. regret is why she doesn't sleep for more than four hours a night. regret is why she keeps fighting to be better, because she's only ever been reminded about how she's been the worst.

regret is her dearest friend and her oldest enemy. it is the only path she knows how to walk down.

[beloveds-embrace]

(Arranged marriage to duke john price except it means you married four instead of one 👁️👁️)

Your marriage to Duke Price is one out of necessity: you need a husband before high society begins rumoring you to be a barren woman and too old to be married off, and Duke Price needs a wife who is able to take on Duchess duties of his duchies.

You do not expect love, though you suppose it’d be a nice bonus. You are merely glad that Duke Price is a reasonable handsome man, and he informs you on your wedding night that he will not force himself on you, and there is no need to immediately begin attemtping for an heir.

You take admirably to your new duties, have been raised practically for this purpose though the head butler Kyle is wonderful in helping you as well- actually all the servants have been wonderful towards you. You have regular dinners with John, though they are a bit stilted but at least Chef Johnny’s food is good enough you can easily forget the tense atmosphere. You can tell your husband is hiding something- you are sometimes barred from going to his office to him, certain rooms are not allowed for you, and you are not allowed anywhere near the letters addressed to him- but as long as it isn’t hurting you, why should you bother him? So you never ask, and he seems happy enough that you don’t.

Until you accidentally stumble upon him and Duke Riley exchanging tongues. Very heatedly, hands grasping and tugging on each other’s clothes and Duke Riley sat on your husband’s desk.

It’s hot.

What’s not so hot is the way they both look at you when they realize you are there. You stutter, face a red so fierce it’d put a furnace to shame, and bolt out of the room despite hearing John call your name.

And you also skip out on the dinners for now, pretending you are sick with the help of your maids and their makeup skills.

But suddenly, it’s like your eyes have been opened. It’s not just Duke Riley who seems to hold a part of your husband’s heart; the one time you gather enough courage to maybe go speak with John and address the situation, you see Kyle stumbling out all disheveled and flushed, though he has a very satisfied air around him. He freezes when he sees you, and your jaw drops.

“My lady-“

“I- I’ll just- I’m taking a walk! Alone!”

You go to the kitchens instead, hoping that Johnny would have something delicious you can eat. Maybe something cold enough to wash away the blush on your cheeks.

Johnny is weirdly silent, however, even as he whips up chocolate mousse for you. His silence is not normal, it feels… almost guilty…

You sighs, take in a deep breath, and gather your dress. “Johnny… are you too…-?”

“Aye, m’lady. But-“

You can’t take it anymore. You leave the kitchens, and go straight back to your bedroom to bury your face in your bed. It’s not as if you are upset! It’s just- a rather befuddling situation?

Two nights later, it’s John himself who comes to you. You had assumed it was one of your maids returning with a new jar of oil for your nightly hair routine, but it’s your husband. You are glad it’s winter, and you aren’t simply in a thin nightgown.

“Wife.” He says, voice steady yet strained.

“John.”

You can’t call him husband. You’ve spent the last two days thinking and you were… rather sad. You were in the way of whatever they had (you saw Kyle and Johnny kissing, Johnny specifically sending food addressed to Duke Riley), weren’t you?

John sighs, sitting down on the settee while you remain on your vanity. After a moment of awkward silence, he opens his eyes and looks at you. “…what do you want to remain silent about this?”

You blink, raising an eyebrow. “…huh?”

John’s fists clench. “How much do you want in return for your silence?”

Frowning, you set your brush down and fully turn to him even if you feel exposed despite your thicker nightgown. “Is this about your… partners?” You say the word delicately, then shake your head. “I want nothing, John. If you are worried about me starting anything, I won’t. I just… hope this doesn’t mean you will divorce me?”

Being a divorced woman might as well be a death sentence on its own.

He looks at you, shocked into silence, and you quickly explain; his relationships have nothing to do with you and you aren’t a petty woman, who are you to come between what he and they have? You only hope this won’t take away the protection this marriage gave you.

That night, thus, you and John reach an agreement you are sure both of you are satisfied with.

Except, months later, John is no longer satisfied.

With the ice broken between the two of you. The dinners have become so much more… relaxing and comfortable, far less than they had been. No secrecy was needed when you were around anymore, and you only giggle and look away, feigning innocence when they share tender kisses between one another… and the less polite kisses.

John can’t remain satisfied with this arrangement. You are such a sweet thing, now that he’s become to know you far better. He can see the way his men are looking at you now, something between fondness and hunger and want; Kyle helps you far more often now, despite your insistence that you can do it yourself. Even when you do it yourself, he stays by you and ensures you are comfortable.

And he joins your evening walks, arms looped as the two of you speak, laughing and giggling.

It’s similar to your late night chats with Johnny, where he plies your full of sweets and desserts until even your dreams are full of sweeter kisses you are sure will never be for you. Johnny, who cooks your favorites on hard days and who you heard from Kyle is even more serious about only having the best of the best in vegetables and meats and seasonings.

And Duke Riley… for all his stoicism, he is gentle with you. Even when he’d stared at you with doubt and mistrust, no doubt believing you to be lying to John and simply waiting for the shoe to drop and for you to ruin them. Yet it never happens, and now, during the galas you attend all dolled up on John’s arm and ignoring all murmurs about still having no children, you even dance with him and giggle at his terribly dry jokes, even share a few of your own with him.

Steadily, slowly, obliviously, John has watched each of his men fall for you. This, obviously, made you theirs. It made you his, more and more than you already were.

It’s why your current request is making him clench his glass in his hand, with Kyle looking on in displeasure as well, giving him subtle glances.

“-So that’s why I was asking, John,” you remain sweetly oblivious, adorned in a pretty dress Simon had gotten for you recently. “He will not spread any rumors, I’ll personally make sure of that-”

Your cheeks darken then, and you glance away. “I- I am… merely a bit- unsatisfied, if you understand my point. And the stable man is loyal to you, he wouldn’t say anything.”

It’s clear he needs to keep a better watch over you. Where and when did you even interact with his stable boy, Graves? Though he focused on your words.

Unsatisfied.

Well, he can’t have that, can he? You’ve done your wifely duties so admirably, it’s about time he took care of you as well… and maybe dealt with the baseless barren rumors as well. A baby would keep you nice and content and focused on them alone, wouldn’t it?

Oh yes. Yes, it would.

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