#rozen shoulder exercises

[roshni99]

जब से फ्रोजन शोल्डर से परेशान हैं? डॉ. खुशबू मत्तू लाएंगी आपके लिए विशेष व्यायाम टिप्स, जो की स्टिफनेस को कम करने और आपकी मोबिलिटी को पुनः प्राप्त करने में मदद करेंगे! 💪✨ 🔍 फ्रोजन शोल्डर एक्सरसाइज़ क्यों? फ्रोजन शोल्डर आपकी दिनचर्या को प्रभावित कर सकता है। डॉ. खुशबू मत्तू के विशेषज्ञ व्यायाम से आपको आराम, लचीलापन और शक्ति वापस करने में मदद मिलेगी। 👩‍⚕️ डॉ. खुशबू मत्तू से मिलिए: वर्षों के अनुभव के साथ, डॉ. खुशबू मत्तू एक प्रमुख फिजिओथेरेपिस्ट हैं जो आंगनवाद के माध्यम से जीवन को सुधारने के लिए समर्पित हैं। उनके सुझाव आपको दर्दमुक्त, सक्रिय जीवन की ओर मार्गदर्शन कर सकते हैं। 🌈 अपने कंट्रोल में लें शोल्डर स्वास्थ्य! 👉 *देखें और सीखें*: डॉ. खुशबू मत्तू के अनन्य व्यायाम शिक्षण का लाभ उठाएं। 📚 *खुद को शिक्षित करें*: फ्रोजन शोल्डर के पीछे विज्ञान को समझें और सार्वभौमिक स्वास्थ्य सुझावों की खोज करें। 🔄 *ज्ञान को बाँटें*: दूसरों को बढ़ावा देकर समृद्धि की ओर बढ़ें। हम शोल्डर के स्वास्थ्य की समृद्धि का समुदाय बना सकते हैं! 🔥 कॉल टू एक्शन: फ्रोजन शोल्डर की सीमाओं से मुक्त होने के लिए तैयार हैं? अब ही डॉ. खुशबू मत्तू के आंदोलन में शामिल हों! 📌 उनके पृष्ठ को नियमित रूप से संपर्क करें: khushboomattoo@raphacure.com 🚀 अभ्यासों में समाहित हों और शोल्डर के मुक्ति की ओर अपनी यात्रा शुरू करें! 💡 **जो इसकी आवश्यकता है, उसे टैग करें! मिलकर, चलिए हम फ्रोजन शोल्डर से मुक्त होकर और गति और शक्ति के जीवन का स्वागत करें। 💪 #शोल्डरस्वास्थ्य #DrMattooकेसाथस्वतंत्रता #शोल्डरमुक्ति" 🌟"व्यावसायिक समर्थन और आवश्यक साधनों के लिए हमारे मोबाइल ऐप को डाउनलोड करें: 📲 Android: http://bit.ly/3JACQOb 🍏 Apple: https://apple.co/3I0QKbe हमारी वेबसाइट: www.raphacure.com यहां से ऐप डाउनलोड करें और अपने व्यावसायिक और स्वास्थ्य आवश्यकताओं का समर्थन प्राप्त करें। एक सुरक्षित और सुचना-पूर्ण अनुभव के लिए हमारे ऐप का उपयोग करें।" frozen shoulder exercises,frozen shoulder treatment,frozen shoulder exercises at home,frozen shoulder exercise,frozen shoulder physiotherapy,shoulder frozen treatment,shoulder pain relief exercises,frozen shoulder recovery,how to treat frozen shoulder,sukoon physical therapy,dr varun wasil,frozen shoulder pain relief,shoulder pain relief,shoulder mobilization techniques,frozen shoulder stretches,swami ramdev,baba ramdev,ramdev,yog guru,yog,yoga

[comfy-whumpee]

Unbroken

Whumptober 5, "It's broken." Referenced ableism.

Ellis is back! For comf this time. @bloodybrambles, @wildfaewhump, @lektric-whump, @that-one-thespian, @raigash, @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi, @rosesareviolentlyread, @castielamigos-whump-side-blog, @burtlederp, @mylifeisonthebookshelf

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Iz gets to her feet as he steps out of the treatment room. He's looking a little flustered, but not in a bad way, and he's got printouts. She'd sat outside, letting him go in and face the appointment alone with the promise she was right there if he wanted her. One of the things she tried to do for him: assume Ellis can do something independently, but make sure he knows how to get help.

She wishes she'd been there to listen and memorise the conversation. But maybe that's why the printouts are in his hands.

She draws his attention gently, joining to move alongside him. "Hey, boo. You good?"

"I'm good," he agrees absently. She takes his elbow to steer him around a waiting room chair as they head for the exit. He's reading his printout.

She glances at the header. HIP AND KNEE EXERCISES.

Fucking finally. It had taken long enough to get him to the appointment. He was so used to the way his knee acted, and it had taken way too much persuasion that there were still things that could be done for it. Typical Ellis, ready to just accept pain forever.

They step outside into the sun. He looks up at that. It's still something he takes in with deliberate enjoyment. Outdoors. Fresh air. Sunlight.

She steers him clear of the smoking area, but he's paying attention now, and heads over to her bike without nudging.

"Straight home or out somewhere?" she asks him, passing him her spare helmet.

He looks down at it in his hands. He thinks. There isn't anyone at home, so it's not like he has to get back for anyone. They could go anywhere and do anything. Iz never really got over that realisation, once she turned 16 and nobody was going to call her folks for her not showing up to school. She could just get on her bike and go anywhere. It wasn't a motorbike back then, but the idea was the same. Nobody would know or worry, as long as she came back.

"Home," he says. He's not like her. He's had a tiring meeting with the doctor and he wants some rest.

"You got it." She blows him a kiss and he climbs on behind her, arms looping snug around her waist. It settles something for her to feel him there, tucked against her back. He rests his cheek between her shoulder blades. Safe.

The ride is pretty quick, and she keeps a steady pace so he doesn't get nervous. He's still getting used to riding with her, and she's wary of startling him with sudden acceleration or loud revs. One day, she hopes he'll get to enjoy a proper fast ride with her, but not while he's still jumpy. She just gets to enjoy him hugging her the whole way.

When they pull up, he takes off his helmet straight away, and of course his hair looks totally unaffected. She knows she's got the squashed helmet look, but it doesn't make any damn difference when his hair is just flat and long anyway. He doesn't exactly shake his locks out like an 80s babe, but it's enough to catch her eye for a minute as she's meant to be locking up.

Then he's heading to his front door, and all she has to do is follow.

She finally gets all the info out of him when they're sat down. He pulls the printouts from his bag and looks them over again, with her reading over his shoulder unabashedly.

It's all physio exercises, which isn't that surprising. So she asks, "What did the doc say?"

"I have to do these every day," he flips through the sheets. The bald figure-man who demonstrates the exercises looks hilariously deadpan about waving his legs like windscreen wipers. "And the want to do an x-ray and maybe get me a cane."

"Oh, a cane makes sense," she says, instead of focusing on the fucking x-ray they want to do. They really think it's fucked up if they're doing that. Rozen said once that they thought he'd have to have surgery, but Iz had shrugged it off as pessimism. Maybe they would have to put it back together.

"I guess," he murmurs.

"I know a couple people our age with 'em," she says, guessing at his uncertainty. "My mate with EDS brings hers out when she's having a flare-up, like the pain is extra bad. It just makes things a bit less exhausting, right? And I know a guy, back at uni, I think he couldn't stand up for long periods so the cane helped with that. I think that was it anyway, I didn't ask."

He listens to her but he doesn't reply. She wants to keep going, but she leans back again, letting him stew. He needs the time. She's got it. She knows.

Nic's the same, actually. Digging deep takes them a minute. But Ellis doesn't even have to go deep; anything but the top layer is hard. Having depths was banned.

When she thinks she's given him long enough, she offers a nudge. "What's on your mind?"

"It makes me worry," he admits. He doesn't play around at not having thoughts anymore, not with her. "People will ask what's wrong. I don't know what to say. I can't say it's broken, because it's not, but maybe it is?"

"You say 'mind your own'." It's not very Ellis to say it that way, she has to admit, but her first instinct is honest bluntness. She tries to adjust to how he might be approaching it. "You don't owe anyone your life. You can have things you keep to yourself and tell people to butt out. Especially medical stuff."

He leans against her, which she calls a win. "I'll try."

She picks up his spare hand. They've never named what they are, and she's pretty much cool with that, but sometimes she thinks it would be nice to know. It would be nice to call herself something. Call him her something. But if he doesn't want those labels, she gets it. He's had enough of being someone else's.

He relaxes against her, and that's enough. When she takes the papers and leans back to read them more closely, he shifts to stay with her, eyes drifting shut. She'll take him to his other appointments, too. To the hospital, to the physio, to get his cane and whatever else. It's gonna be a while before his stamina builds up. He needs the ride and he needs someone there with him, and she just wants to be around him.

She reads through the exercises. They're not so different to what she does at the gym. She'll do them with him, if she's around at the time he picks. It'll be like normalising it, she thinks, if they're both just doing it together.

If he naps, he drops into it so quietly she doesn't hear it. But after a while she switches back to her phone, writing an update text to Nic for when they're on their break. Then she's scrolling while Ellis rests.

Nic messages back just after one o'clock. Good that he got through it alone. Will look at the exercises. Imagining him with stickers on a cane in the future.

He's napping on me now, Iz returns. Will shop for sticker packs.

Napping on you? Think he knows you're touch starved? ;P

Shut.

She tosses the phone down. Stares at the wall. Watches Ellis from the corner of her eye. Picks the phone up again.

What are we tho???

Ask him!

His tiny breathing snuffles are so cute. She almost wishes that asshole was still around so she could take her crowbar to his knees. See how he likes it.

She's not gonna wake him up just to fix her insecurities. She'll try to get into a paper she's been meaning to read. Elliptical galaxies aren't going to understand themselves.

She wonders if anyone has ever counted the freckles on his hands.

She wonders if he'd be like this to anyone who was nice to him.

She pulls up her PDF and reads.