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[fadingtimetravelqueen]

Joint Pain Relief Pad: Bid Farewell to Leg, Hip, and Back Pain

https://rb.gy/uxuvag

[sage-nebula]

Reaching your 30s is also reaching the point in your life where you have vivid daydreams about going home and curling up in bed to sleep

[a-b-riddle]

A Simple (Mis) Understanding Chapter Two: Numbness & Pain

Daisy

I always used to think it was an exaggeration of how pregnancy is a constant state of exhaustion. But it was a lot of work growing a tiny human. Add in the fact that I'm still working 40 + hours a week and, of course, something is always causing some sort of discomfort or pain.

Swollen feet, back pain, nausea; I can't even find any solace in sleep. The 32 week mark felt so close, yet still so far. Another eight or so weeks of this seems like a drop in the bucket compared to how far along I am, but still. That still another two months. So far away when you want to be done, but still too short compared to everything I still have yet to do.

Another two months to set up a crib and wash her new clothes. Another two months to figure out a name and make decisions that I always envisioned making with a partner. Another two months of struggling to do things like picking up shit off the floor or staying on my feet long enough to make a decent meal.

But right now, I wasn't worried about the two months ahead of me and all the things I still have to do. Right now, I was looking forward to a three day undisturbed weekend. The pain in my feet and sciatica was becoming so bad, I had taken Friday off to see a doctor and spend the rest of the weekend doing nothing, but sitting in my modest little house and watching mind rotting television. I might even indulge in some spicy reading. Heaven knows its been too long.

Or at least, it hasn't been since them. That day in the office, but... that really didn't count. I often wrestled with myself about it. That one time erased any feelings I had for any of them. But I felt a bit pathetic how it now tainted every good memory I had with them. Kyle bringing me something to snack on when he realized I hadn't gone to the mess hall. Price always having a cup of earl grey tea cooling for me first thing in the morning. Two packs of zero calorie sweetner and a bit of honey.

Sweet like you.

I couldn't stand the smell of it now. I blamed it on the hormones. A lot of things made me queasy, but something about the smell of the bergamot, made me sick in a completely different way. A feeling not of nausea, but of... fear. Like the same way a pentagram could summon demons, earl grey could summon mine. As if John Price was somehow there any time the scent lingered in the air.

But he wasn't. None of them were. Fuck. Why did my thoughts always go back to them at some point? No. This was going to be a relaxing weekend god dammit. Fuck them.

Almost angrily, I hit the garage key fob, shutting the door and engulfing me into darkness; a thin line of light leaking through the bottom of the garage door. When I had opened my door, I could at least see a path to my mudroom. I grabbed my purse, ready to go in, when I felt it.

Hundreds of needles. Stabbing and digging into my feet. Not just the soles, but the entire fucking foot the moment I bared any weight on them. I pulled off my flats and it was then I noticed how angry they looked. Red and swollen and all but screaming at me to sit my fat ass back down. I wiggled my toes, trying to get some blood flow. Fuck. Why didn't they hurt while I was driving?

I manage to get onto my feet, using the car door as support. Steading myself until I was ready to take the first step. By the time I had managed to all but crawl inside, ten minutes had passed since my initial arrival time. I got off at 5:00, but usually didn't log off until almost 6:00. Granted, I work from home, but I had run out of a few essentials. Essentials now that were in the boot of my car.

Fuck.

10 minutes won't hurt. Not like there is any thing frozen. Speaking of which, I forgot my ice cream... dammit. I really need to start keeping a list on the fridge. It's hard to remember when pregnancy brain (or stomach) takes over and I slam a container in a single sitting.

Grabbing a pillow from the couch, I went to the kitchen. Which considering the town house, or terraced housing I suppose now, was perfect for a single and expecting Omega it was cozy. Not like the base where going from the common area to the chow hall was about a three minute stroll.

I get down and lay on my back. Carefully maneuvering so my ass rests against the cabinets before I hook the back of my heels unto the counter top so I could rest my feet a bit. Not the most sanitary, but it wasn't like I had guests. It was just me. For now.

It took a few moments to adjust. My back ached against the hardwood, but I could already feel the relief from my feet and legs. It wasn't all that shocking that I was having a hard time with them. I had gained a considerable amount of weight during my pregnancy. When I had brought it up to the OBGYN about possibly cutting back on food, her suggestion was to simply not weigh myself at home. Now when I went in for a visit they made me turn around before taking my weight.

It was hard. I've always had a problem with how I looked and now adding pregnancy then taking away the option to diet and exercise didn't exactly help.

I pulled out my phone and was preparing to open my kindle app when I saw a tiny red bar in the top right corner of my phone. Of course. I get nice and settled and my phone is on 2 fucking percent. Whatever. I tell Alexa to set an a timer for fifteen minutes and take a little nap. Maybe meditate.

A knock on the door quickly brings any possibility of relaxation to a pause. Margaret next door was dropping off Winnie off early to go to her book club. Margaret was a widow and a recent empty nester. She had spent her life as a mother and a homemaker. When I got custody of Winnie two months ago, she had quickly stepped up in helping me with everything from child rearing to managing my pregnancy.

"Hello, Maggie!" I greeted from the floor. "Hello, Winnie Darling." Winnie had the same sand colored hair as me and bright green eyes. Her face was a shade of red and I could smell her from the entryway. Someone would need a bath today. Fantastic.

"Oh, Dear!" Maggie fussed, setting Winnie down on her feet before coming over to me. "Are you alright?" Winnie didn't bother stopping to hug me like she normally would before making a beeline toward the potty. She usually was a creature of habit, but nature calls I suppose.

"Feet are a bit swollen." I waved off. "Just resting them a bit."

"I don't have to go tonight." She set her bag down. A deep green corduroy shoulder bag that always had just what you needed in it. A wet wipe, hand sanitizer, a spare tissue and even a stain pen when a spill happened at the most inconvenient time. "I'll stay and-"

"Maggie." I said, trying my best to sound at firm, but it was hard with her. No one told Maggie 'no'. "It's alright. Just a bit of water retention. Nothing to fret over." And it wasn't. I could already feel the pain from earlier subside.

"Really, it's no bother." She argued, bending over to unstrap one of her shoes. "It's a bloody stupid book anyway. I just go for the gossip really."

"Maggie." I tried again. "Really."  "It's getting close to the due date and I don't want to burn out on me just yet." It was a lie. Even with her greying hair, a deepened laugh line, Maggie didn't burn out. She was one of the few Omegas I had met in my life and she could run circles around any of them, myself included.

The sound of flushing sounded from the bathroom followed by the faucet. She huffed before slipping her shoe back on. "If you insist."

"I do." I encouraged. As much as I loved having Maggie's help, I hated feeling like a burden. She had raised her children. It was time for her to do things for herself. "Besides, we'll see you tomorrow after my appointment tomorrow." The bathroom door clicked open, revealing my little Win with the front of her smock covered in water. Fantastic.

"Hi, Mommy." Winnie finally greeted. Her freshly washed hands dripping water droplets onto the hardwood. "What are you doing?"

"My feet hurt so I'm just letting them rest." I explained, looking up at her. Winnie was rambunctious as most four-year-olds without a sense of self preservation are, but when I explained to her how careful she had to be now that I had her sister in my belly, her nature had become more gentle.

It worried me as much as it warmed my heart. 

"Why don't you sit on the couch?" She asked. Her head tilting to the side, face etched as if she were trying to figure out my reasoning.

"Because it helps when you lift your feet up high in the sky, Winnie Pooh." Maggie explained before looking back at me. "Well if you're sure-"

"I am. Go." I urged. "We'll see you tomorrow. Lunch around noon?" Spending time with Maggie didn't make me feel like such a parasite when I knew she enjoyed the company. Her children had all moved away, only one staying in the UK. She wasn't so alone, but neither was I.

"Wouldn't miss it." She gave a soft smile. The laugh lines around her face deepening. "See you tomorrow, Dearies." She said, retreating back outside. The soft sound of the door clicking behind her.

Winnie had laid down beside me. Yep. Definitely going to need a bath tonight. "How was school today?" Winnie went to a pre-school that was luckily covered under my insurance. Perks of being an Omega. I'll take it where and when I can.

She talked about going to the playground and painting. All the usual bits. Who she played with and new things she learned. Then came the question. A question she had asked before in passing. A subject I changed with ease before. 'Have you brushed your teeth? How about another episode of Bluey? Put on your trainers (because we can't just say tennis shoes anymore) and we'll go for a walk to the park. I had skirted around the question with ease. 

"Why don't you have a mate if you have a baby?" Winnie was too young to get the answers to a lot of life's difficult questions. Why did Tiffany not like us? Why didn't she get to see her daddy anymore? Why did that man look at you weird on the train, mommy?  I wish she would just stay this little. That she never needed or want to know the harsh truths about me, us.

"I..." I wracked my brain for an answer and just came up short. I couldn't think of a way to sugarcoat it. We almost had a mate. Mates. We almost had a pack that would have walked you to school on the mornings my feet were too sore or I was already running late. They would have loved you. "It... it's complicated, Darling." Is what I chose instead. The other worrisome fact is that Winnie was too young to understand the concept about mates. I had never broached the subject which only means she probably heard it from some little shithead at school. 

Wonderful.

"I'll explain it when you're older." I promise, closing my eyes and letting her snuggle into the crook of my arm. "Do you wanna rest your eyes with me?"

"Like when I'm five?" She asks putting one of her hands underneath my shirt onto my belly. It had become a thing she had started since I told her about the baby.

"Maybe six." I said, looking down at her. She gave a yawn before closing her eyes.

"I think five is better."

"Okay, Win." I said. "When you're five we'll talk about it." It was a promise I hoped she would forget. But I didn't want to negotiate with a four-year-old about something future me could deal with. I wanted just 15 minutes of this. I order Alexa to set a timer to make sure we haven't dozed too far off. Winnie still needed to shower and eat. I still needed to get the groceries out of the car. But I could spare another 15 minutes.

[doumadono]

Emergency request

Good morning!

I wanted to request a comfort fic With one of the following KNY men: Tsugikuni brothers, Muzan or Haganezuka. For over a week I've been dealing with immense lower back pain, I've been to an orthopedist and the painkillers he prescribed help me to some extent, but the pain is still there. I don't know if there is any serious damage, I didn't fall or injure myself in any way for it to happen, I have an X-ray in 12 days, but if it gets worse I'll go to the ER. So far it's suspicious that it's sciatica and overweight from my weight causing this pain. (As if my worsened mental state since November and the stress of failing a semester in college weren't enough). I just need a bit of comfort, I feel like I'm about to have another breakdown this year...

I hope it won't be too much for you to write something to cheer me up a little.

Buziaki, Kamila.

Warnings: female demon!reader Synopsis: following your transformation into a demon, you endure intense pain, and it's Muzan who offers you solace A/N: I'm truly sorry to hear about the pain you've been experiencing. It's understandable that this has been a challenging time for you, especially with the added stress of college. Please know that you're not alone in this, you can always reach out to me, and there are steps we can take to address your lower back pain. While you wait for your appointment, consider some gentle stretches and exercises that can help alleviate sciatica symptoms. Additionally, maintaining a healthy weight through diet and exercise can indeed reduce the strain on your lower back. I encourage you to reach out to a physical therapist who can provide you with a tailored exercise plan to manage your pain. I hope you find solace in this short fic. Writing for Muzan isn't my strong suit, but I gave it my all ♥

MASTERLIST

In the dimly lit chamber, you lay on your side, clutching a pillow to your chest to alleviate some of the pain in your lower back. The recent transition into a demon had been both thrilling and agonizing, leaving you in a constant state of discomfort. Tonight, it seemed like the pain was unbearable.

Just as you were on the verge of tears, the sliding door to your room opened silently, and a tall, enigmatic figure stepped in. It was Muzan, the Demon King himself. His crimson eyes locked onto yours as he approached your bedside. Without a word, he gracefully sat down beside you. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he lifted your trembling hand, examining it for any signs of distress. His voice, smooth as silk, resonated in the room. "You seem to be in pain, my dear."

You couldn't help but nod, tears welling up in your eyes. Muzan's fingers traced the contours of your face, his touch strangely soothing. "There, there," he cooed softly. "I can take your pain away."

With a flick of his fingers, a small orb of blood-red energy materialized, hovering above your lower back. As it descended, a warm, comforting sensation washed over you, and the pain began to subside. It was as if Muzan had the power to mend your very soul.

You watched in awe as he continued to manipulate the energy, kneading away the tension and discomfort. Muzan's gaze never left yours, and there was a warmth in his eyes that defied his reputation as a ruthless demon lord. "Feel better now, my sweet creation?" he inquired softly.

You nodded, a sense of tranquility washing over you. "Thank you, Muzan," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude.

He leaned closer, his lips hovering over your forehead. He gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and whispered softly, "You have no idea how much you mean to me. You are my dearest creation, and I will always protect and care for you," he murmured before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Muzan's crimson eyes never wavered from your form. Deep inside yet, a complex blend of emotions swirled within him. Anger simmered beneath the surface, frustration at how long it was taking for you to recover after the transformation. He was the demon king, and his creations should be strong, should adapt swiftly. His fingers, which had been tracing soothing patterns on your arm, tightened imperceptibly. Inwardly, he questioned whether choosing you as another Upper Moon had been the right decision. The Upper Moons were meant to be his elite, his most powerful creations, and your slow progress irked him. Yet, hidden beneath that veneer of frustration and anger, there was another feeling that Muzan kept well-guarded. It was a sense of conviction, a belief that choosing you as an Upper Moon had been not just a good choice but perhaps the only possible one. Deep inside, he recognized a great strength within you, a potential that had yet to fully manifest. There was a reason he had chosen you, a reason beyond what met the eye. He saw in you a future that held the promise of greatness, a strength that would one day rival even his own.

As you rested in Muzan's presence, the lingering concern about the pain after your transformation nagged at you. With a sense of trust growing between you and Kibutsuji, you mustered the courage to speak. "Muzan-sama," you began softly, "can you tell me how long this pain from the transformation will endure? It's been quite overwhelming, and I'm worried about what lies ahead."

Muzan's gaze never left yours, and his fingers continued to trace soothing patterns on your arm. He let out a sigh, almost as if he had been expecting this question. "My dear, the pain varies from person to person. Some demons adapt quickly, while others take more time. It perfectly normal, all you need to do is to be patient." He paused, his eyes flickering with a hint of sympathy. "But I promise you this: with time, the pain will lessen. Your body will adjust to its newfound strength and resilience. And I will be here to guide you every step of the way. You'll become a powerful demon, you'll grow stronger every day."

You nodded, feeling reassured by his words. It was comforting to know that Muzan, despite his intimidating exterior, was willing to offer guidance and support during your transition into a demon. "Thank you, my lord," you whispered, your gratitude evident in your voice.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured, "You don't have to thank me, Y/N. You are mine, and I will ensure that you thrive in this new existence. Now, rest."

As you closed your eyes, wrapped in the comfort of his embrace, you realized that perhaps, in this moment, Muzan wasn't just the fearsome demon king but also a source of unexpected solace in your new life as a demon.

[trueshellz]

Touch

Part of my Invisible Illness Series

Warnings: slipped/herniated disc, sciatic pain, back pain, reader teary, massage, cuddling.

A/N: as someone with a herniated disc and sciatica I can confirm that winter months wreak havoc on my back.

Summary: Winter mornings suck...

Winters usually meant hot chocolate and fireplaces, snuggling up with Iwaizumi and snowball fights. Dark mornings and even darker evenings, frozen feet and icy car windows.

But for you winters meant almost constant pain.

Waking up in the morning stiff, the cold making your muscles spasm and seize even when you had worn a heat pack or used your electric blanket. The sharp pain tugging at your nerves and zapping down your legs, you gently rolled onto your back and slowly started moving yourself around. Doing the gentle stretches you were accustomed to and breathing deeply when a the stretch pulled your quads a little too much, you sighed when you felt Iwaizumi's hand halting your movements.

"'S ok, doll. Roll over f'me."

Turning your head, you watched your boyfriend yawn and sit up, the warm duvet dropping down and making him shiver a little as his bare chest was exposed. His hair was messy, eyes bleary with sleep as he blinked at you owlishly and you couldn't help but run your hands over his sculpted chest earning a snort of amusement.

"Said roll over, not grope me. Jeez woman."

Smacking him, you brought your knees up and winced as you rolled over onto your stomach. A few days earlier you had sneezed a few times, one particular had made your back seize up and you had been off work on muscle relaxants for almost a week. The feeling of Iwaizumi's warm hands made you smile, he had taken it upon himself to look after you and give you massages every morning and evening, rubbing magnesium lotion on you and making sure you were doing your physiotherapy.

Resting your cheek on the pillow to glance at him, you couldn't help but smile at the deep concentration on his face as he gently pressed his thumbs into your back. The bottle of massage oil placed between his legs where he sat with them crossed, your hand tracing the muscle definition he had kept from his high school volleyball days which had bulked out. The sleepwear he wore hid very little and you huffed a laugh when he picked up your hand wordlessly and placed it back on the bed.

"Scale of one to ten?"

"Maybe 6? The right side is still sore and I can barely bent over to brush my teeth but thankfully I can stand and walk around now."

"Hmm. Did you take your meds last night?"

"Yup. And rubbed that smelly roll on stuff that you brought from overseas."

"Good girl."

A particular prod on your hips had you wincing and hissing out in pain, tears filling your eyes as he rubbed the area as an apology.

"Your hips and quads are so tight still." His face morphing when he saw the tears running down your face. "Shit. Sorry, doll. I didn't mean to-"

You shook your head as he lay down and wrapped his arm around you, covering you with the blanket again as he planted a kiss on your forehead. His eyes full of worry, eyebrows creased as he gently rubbed circles on your lower back.

"Epsom salts later? It'll help loosen you up." He smiled as you nodded, eyes drifting closed as he rested his chin on your forehead. "I'm not getting in this time though, the water felt like it had been piped straight from the depths of hell."

[cannedpeachess]

*lays down on your couch (because sitting upright agitates my sciatica), legs spread (to accommodate the pillow I put between my knees to stabilize my deformed hips)*

“paint me like one of your disabled girls”

[trickstarbrave]

modern au part 3

i know i said they were gonna meet this chapter but. this part got too long and if i kept going the chapter would be like 6k+ words. so. i think this is a good place to call the chapter. they'll meet up in the next one and have a crying reunion

however, let me say nerevar gets some sense talked into him by his mom and agrees to see voryn. the angst is ending. his mom called him out on his spiraling thoughts. everyone say thank you nerevar's mom

also theres some fun pregnancy things like back pain and sciatica. and baby steren is kicking

If Nerevar was honest, the only reason he bothered taking care of himself was because of the baby. He got up, showered, ate, and exercised a little almost solely because of the little bump in his stomach. If it wasn’t for the baby he would have just laid in bed and rotted.

But he reminded himself that he chose the baby, so he had to take care of them. And that meant taking care of himself since they were growing in him.

His mom wasn’t ever the most affectionate woman, and definitely not what you’d call maternal, but she was knowledgeable and took him to all of his appointments. She even made sure he was following nutrition guidelines, got his stupid pre-natal vitamins and took them, and even got him a dumb pregnancy pillow (well, it looked dumb anyways, but it was honestly heavenly to sleep with).

Eventually the rawness of the break up faded. Instead of worrying about Voryn, he was worrying about the kid. The tiny little thing growing in him. Actually being pregnant was quickly a much more pressing issue than the break up between morning sickness, dysphoria, and back pain.

He even found out he was having a boy (or well, possibly a boy unless he came out as a girl later in life) a little while ago, and he was over the moon about it. Nerevar wouldn’t have cared either way about the sex of his baby, but it was nice to just know more about them. To be able to track development, and know they were one step closer to being born. Going to appointments he got to see the little fuzzy blob getting bigger and bigger as his stomach grew, the baby getting more and more… Well, looking more and more like an actual baby. The kicks went from a weird fluttery feeling to his stomach to soft bumps to slightly more painful. 

Nerevar was still stuck on a name, but his mother told him not to worry about it. Nivara said he could pick out all the names he wanted but he would likely change his name the second he saw the little guy, as she couldn’t make up her mind until Nerevar was screaming in the hospital with her boyfriend crying in joy off to the side. 

At the very least, he was hoping his mind would be fully off Voryn once the baby was actually here. When times were peaceful and he wasn’t in agony, either from back pain, kicks, or a shooting pain in his legs, his mind often wandered. This late into pregnancy there were fewer and fewer peaceful moments, but it still happened from time to time. He’ll be on the couch watching tv (just so he didn’t lay in bed all day) and remember Voryn wasn’t there and his entire mood would drop. He’d likely never see Voryn again, and his son would never meet his other dad. He couldn’t share all the stupid little pregnancy milestones or tell Voryn how big the baby was or that their baby could dream by now and wonder what he was dreaming about. 

Just as his thoughts were starting to get to him though, his mom came in, holding an envelope in her hands. 

“... Hey kid,” She began, clearly apprehensive. It was out of character for Nivara, she normally hated delaying things or beating around the bush. “There’s a letter I think you should read.”

“A letter?” He raised an eyebrow, holding out his hand. 

When Nivara handed it off to him, he almost wished she hadn’t. He made it to the name of who sent it and already wanted to fucking burn the damn thing. 

“Nerevar,

If you’re reading this letter, I presume your mother gave it to you. I already wrote a letter to her as well explaining the situation urging her to let you read this. Apologies for involving her in this, but I felt like it might be safer than mailing you directly and having you dispose of it without even giving it a glance. 

I found out what Gilvoth, Vemyn, and Uthol did. Let me tell you outright: what they did was wrong. They not only hurt you and Voryn, they also broke the law and my trust. They had no business getting your medical information and coercing you with that information. 

Simply all I ask is that we speak about this like adults. You never got the chance to talk with Voryn about it properly, nor were we ever able to speak about it either. At least for the sake of closure and coming to an agreement, I want us to speak about everything.

Voryn isn’t in trouble. You are not in trouble. I am not angry with either of you. Voryn will not be disowned or disinherited regardless of your decision. I am not asking you to come back if you don’t want to. You are more than free to refuse being involved with my son or moving back at all. I won’t push you to give up custody. I just want us to speak, say everything we want to say, and hopefully agree on something. 

Signed,

Morvani Dagoth”

Nerevar stared at the letter for some time, dread creeping over him. He reread the letters over and over, almost nauseous. 

Morvani knew. Voryn’s mother knew. She said Voryn wouldn’t be disowner or disinherited, but he didn’t know how much he believed her. It could just be an excuse to confirm if he was actually pregnant or not. That, or she could just want to see him to make sure the baby and Voryn would never have a relationship, throwing a check at him to make him stay away from her son. 

“I think you should speak with them.” Nivara said as Nerevar put the letter down and covered his face. 

“Why?” Nerevar asked, in a tone he couldn’t decipher was annoyed or distressed, even though he was the one speaking. 

“Because I think she’s telling the truth.” Nivara continued. “She seems to want to sort this all out, and at the very least give you both closure.” Nivara was tense, staring at the tv but not really watching it. “And you’ve been miserable this entire time.”

“Mom, I’m pregnant, of course I’m miserable.” He could be in college right now, laughing and joking and getting ready for winter break, but instead he was on his mom’s couch seven months pregnant, feeling like shit from a combination of pain and dysphoria. 

“It’s more than that and you know it.” Nivara shot him a glare. “You cry about everything and you rarely ever cry. You would lay in bed all day if it wasn’t for the baby. Your eyes are dead. You’re miserable.” 

“I’m pretty sure most of that is because I’m pregnant.” Sure, he felt hollow and wanted to lay in bed all day because of the breakup, but most of the other stuff was just the pregnancy. 

“You miss Voryn.” She sighed. “You don’t have to lie or say it’s for the best to stay away from him anymore.” She urged him again. “His mother already knows. I at least want you to just go speak with them to tell them you’re through with him and get everything off your chest.” 

Nerevar could see her point. The issue was Nerevar didn’t know if he was strong enough to face Voryn right now. Not any time soon at all, actually. He was terrified he would break down and fall right into Voryn’s arms, apologizing for hurting him with that text and just vanishing on him, especially since it seemed like it didn’t fucking matter considering his mother found out anyways. 

And even if he went back with Voryn, what good would it do anyways? All he’d be doing is delaying the inevitable and letting his son get attached to Voryn. They would play together, spend time together as a family, bond, and eventually Voryn would grow distant and leave the two of them behind. He would have to explain to his son that his other dad just didn’t love them anymore and didn’t want to be a part of their lives. That would be even more cruel, right? Looking into his little baby’s eyes and telling him they weren’t wanted or loved anymore or having to lie to him and tell him his other father just was going through something and still loved them when the child could see otherwise…

Ah shit, Nerevar was crying again. Like, really crying, tears pouring out of his eyes at the heartbreak. In his stomach, seeming to protest it, the baby kicked hard and Nerevar hissed in pain as he wiped his face. 

“Neht,” Nivara wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “It’ll be alright.” 

“No it won’t.” Nerevar groaned, still unable to look at her. “I can’t face him right now, I’ll just want to go back with him.” 

“Then go back with him.” She said, as though it was simple. 

“I can’t.” Nerevar stressed. “I can’t just go back with him, not when he might leave me--”

“Why are you so worried about something that might not even happen?” Nivara asked him incredulously, almost like Nerevar was stupid for even suggesting it. 

“Because it’s going to happen!” Nerevar snapped. “He’s young and stupid now, but he’s going to grow out of me. He’s going to realize he wants someone of the same social standing as him, someone he isn’t fucking embarassed to be around, someone his whole family actually wants around, and he’s going to leave me behind!” He hadn’t ever actually told anyone his fears for the future, but he couldn’t stop the words tumbling out of his mouth. “And the last thing I want is to let my son get attached to him, only for Voryn to change his mind and leave the both of us behind, having to explain to the kid why his other dad doesn’t fucking love us anymore and why he’s unwanted. I can’t put him through that, I can’t let him be hurt like that…”

He was sobbing almost uncontrollably now, between groans of pain as another sharp pain shot down from his hips to his legs. 

Nivara continued to rub his shoulder, before sighing after a few minutes.

“Nerevar,” She began, “You’re being a fucking idiot.”

“Mom!” Nerevar hissed. 

“You’ve gotten yourself so worried over something that may not happen.” She continued. “Sure, he might do it because rich people suck, but you never know what people might do. He might never leave you. He might chase you down no matter how many times you push him away.” Nerevar couldn’t see that happening if he was honest. Sure, maybe at first, but why would Voryn chase after him. 

“Did he ever seem like the type to change his mind like that? Is he uncommitted?” Nivara asked, her tone showing that she demanded an answer. 

After a few moments, Nerevar hiccuped, still hiding his face. “No…” He mumbled. If anything Voryn was overcommitted to most things, even to his detriment. He didn’t seem to know when to quit or obsessed over things. “But why would he stay with me?” 

“Maybe because he’s a bigger idiot than you are.” Nivara answered. “Look, do you love him?”

“... Yes.” Nerevar answered. 

“Do you want to be with him, if you knew he wasn’t going to leave you?”

“Yes.” Nerevar answered again.

“Has he ever done anything to break your trust?”

“No.” The kicking was calming down, as were his sobs.

“Then why not give him a chance.” Nivara urged him again. “At least hear him out. And if you go back with him and he pulls that shit to you and my grandson there isn’t a single person on this planet that can stop me from kicking his ass.” Nerevar snorted at that, before eventually he erupted into laughter, his body shaking from the force of it. In response the baby kicked again, making Nerevar wince and stop. 

“Be careful. Little guy is sensitive.” 

“I think I woke him up from a nap with my crying. Now he’s pissed at me.” Nerevar groaned, rubbing his stomach almost apologetically.

“Relax a little bit and calm down.” Nivara patted his back. “I’ll call Voryn’s mom and set up a meeting. Probably at the house, or at the very least somewhere private. Does that work for you?”

“Yeah.” Nerevar was still nervous about the whole thing, but he felt a bit more reassured. It didn’t seem impossible anymore, at least. And if he got nervous he’d just hide in his room until his mom forced them to leave. And in his mom’s house he didn’t have to worry about causing a scene if he broke down crying. “Here would probably be good.”

[bunn13z]

god cursed me by making me a pretty femme who loves to grind against pillows and while also giving me sciatica

men and minors dni

[unfilteredrealities]

"small" life update 18.04.2024

I ended up with a lumbago with sciatica. It sucks. My right leg is semi numb and walking is agony bcs it keeps yeeting to the side and I keep almost falling and losing balance and I barely feel my leg. Sleep is shitty bcs I can only lay on my left side with an orthopaedic pillow between my legs.

I have to take painkillers. I keep almost falling because my right leg is giving out due to being semi numb. Sitting is a struggle. Walking is a struggle.

I went to the doctor today though finally after some convincing bcs idk my brain was like I’m not sick I just can’t walk properly that’s pff fine 🤡 (it was in fact not fine)

Turns out I have indeed lumbago with sciatica. Oh and I got a referral for the neurologist for the leg numbing and for the pots I think but idk if the neurologist can diagnose that 🤔

Update 22.04.2024 :

The neurologist was super nice and empathetic and didn’t even blame my weight or anything for my issues. She took 40min in the appointment asking me questions and testing stuff out with my feet by me laying down on my back and me having to push with me feet towards her and me telling her where I felt pain and if I felt pain.

So I have to do an MRI, an X-Ray of my Hip, some test thingy where they test if my nerves in my right leg are still ok, a gazillion of blood tests. Oh and I got prescribed Gabaran 300mg aka Gabapentin I think. Which rn I am too scared to take bcs she said it can make one drowsy in the evening but drowsy when waking up too to the point I could not go to work due to it maybe.

Oh and I have to get a crutch :)) didn’t expect to be 26 1/2 yo needing a crutch for stability to not fall over bcs my right leg is like whomp whomp muscle and stability and push energy 😭

This wasn’t it universe. I didn’t ask to get even more disabled than I am already 😩🥲

Having a paresis with my right leg sucks :((

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Just (Werewolf!) Papa Solomons Things:

Rainy days with your little dove

TH Masterlist

- Spent indoors with reading and drinking tea and/or coffee.

- He smells like the rain, mixed with the sweat of the transformation.

- Grumbles about the weather being rotten on the way home. “‘S bad for me sciatica.”

- Tries to stay awake on the tube and train. On the former he’s glad to have found a seat, too tired to keep himself standing. On the train, he’s glad he has your shoulder to rest his head on (and subsequently use as a pillow for a nap that’s totally not a nap).

- On days like this he wants to do everything together. The usual shower while you make breakfast gets swapped for a two-person bath, a little moment to enjoy together while enjoying a light snack like a fruit salad.

- Alfie loves it when you towel his hair. It’ll immediately cause him to purr.

- After he’s made sure you’re nice and dry as well as dressed in one of his hoodies, he’ll tag along to the kitchen.

- Now, no matter if he’s still worn and haggard from a night lost to the beast inside, he insists on making you breakfast. Although you know protesting is of no use, you have one extremely effective weapon to use against him.

- Wolfy.

- The silly nickname you gave him when he confessed to being a werewolf. You meant it as a very bad joke, but knew he was serious when he didn’t return your smile.

- Now throw in some beard scratches and you, my dear, have the Alpha of the Camden pack on his knees.

- Hey, whatever works to get him to sit down on the chaise longue by the window in the living room, which provides a marvellous view of the sea. He needs rest and relaxation, not his usual incessant worrying about you.

- And he worries a lot.

- Though Alfie might not show it, he’s mortified of the consequences which come with the very real potential the Wolf can be unleashed if he doesn’t watch his temper.

- If he loses himself for a split second in your vicinity, he could potentially kill you. Because even though he’s aware the Wolf is in love with you too, there’s nothing to protect you once instinct kicks in and it’s either kill or be killed.

- And if he comes to his senses and your mauled body is the first thing he sees, well…

- Let’s say Camden will lose its King and Highgate will have a royal tomb.

- So he has to make sure he’s safe for you.

- Some of his rings and bracelets have been swapped out for ones that contain silver to supplement his medication.

- Alfie has asked his doctor to up the dosage of the drugs he takes to suppress the Wolf and slow its influence over his mind and body. The same goes for the suppressants.

- Lycanthropy is a terminal condition. Not in the traditional sense of a literal death, but rather the death of the Human Self. This phenomenon is known as ‘going feral’.

- It’s extremely rare for Ferals to regain their Human Self, though such cases have been reported and are a hot research topic in the academic community.

- Alfie is such a case.

- Fell in love the moment he saw you admiring the Aira Force. No, he did more than that.

- He imprinted in you.

- After thirty-four years of silently pondering the question why everyone seemed to find their mate with ease and he didn’t, he found the answer.

- He simply needed to wait because his little dove wasn’t born yet.

- (I’m sorry, but I kinda have this canon of Alfie having a partner younger than him. Let’s say at least half his age. Look, he’s Papa Solomons for a reason, eh?)

- Despite knowing how detrimental it is to his Human Self, Alfie likes to shift and doze off after brekkie. After all, he’s spent the majority of his life as a Wolf and therefore is more comfortable in his other form.

- If it’s winter, you can frequently find him curled up by the fireplace.

- But today the weather is rotten and the craving for your company insatiable. Henceforth, after an elaborate breakfast enjoyed in comfortable silence, you two crawl into bed.

- Alfie loves reading, but he can’t seem to keep his eyes open. From the corner of your eye, you notice him starting to nod off yet fiercely fight the fatigue.

- Nevertheless, soon after, a soft sonorous snoring mingles with the tapping of the rain against the window. You put your own book to the side to gently pluck his (The Language of Food by Annabel Abbs) out of his big wolf paws and lift his glasses off of his nose to put them on his bedside table.

- Regardless of his unconscious state, Alfie pulls you flush against him after you’ve manoeuvred him into a more comfortable position. Legs entwined, one hand cradling the back of your head, and his back towards the door, he holds you.

- Because he’s your Wolfy.

- Your protector.

- The Queen’s wolf.

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[cranbery]

Crazy world we live in. My sciatic nerve was killing me so goddamn bad earlier and I did stretches for it and took a little nap with it propped up with some pillows the way google sayd to do for sciatica and it does not hurt anywhere near as bad. I thout pain was inevitable and incurable always

[nancypullen]

Hump Day

The mister gets up before me.  He wakes in the dark and goes downstairs where he eats breakfast and watches YouTube videos on building fences and processing photographs.  He has taken it upon himself to unload the dishwasher every morning, which makes me very happy.  Once less chore for me.   While he’s doing that I lie in bed and turn on my heating pad.  I shove it under my lower back and then play Wordle and a few other games on my phone while I do my sciatica stretches. It works. That’s usually when he comes in and without fail greets me with, “Good morning, Honeylicious!” or “Good morning, my beautiful bride!”  This, combined with the empty dishwasher, makes him my favorite person on Earth.  Mostly because I’m propped up on my pillow with bed hair, doing my old lady PT, and there’s usually a cat draped across my chest.  I’m 100% sure that I look like I should be locked up in Cloverbottom. Pretty sure this is what he sees.

After he wishes me a good morning he puts on his shoes and goes for his daily walk. He spends an hour walking all over Denton.  I get up and start my day. 

 This morning I got up, made the bed, scooped the cat litter, folded the laundry that I left in the dryer yesterday and then started a new load.  I squirted cleaner in both upstairs toilets and gave them a swirl just for kicks.  I washed my face and patted on some hyaluronic acid, then braided my crazy hair off my face. I pulled on some yoga pants and a sweatshirt and headed downstairs.  I preheated the oven to 325 and grabbed six eggs.  This is how I cook eggs for Mickey.

  He likes to have a hard boiled egg every morning with some fruit and maybe a slice of toast. Save yourself a ton of trouble and preheat your oven to 325 and pop some eggs in for 30 minutes. Once they’re cooked, plunge them into a bowl of ice water for about 10 minutes so they’ll be easy to peel.  Perfect hardboiled eggs every time.  Great way to make egg salad too. While the eggs cooked I swept the floors, put his bowl and knife from breakfast into the dishwasher, wiped out the microwave, spotted some dusty baseboards and wiped those too, took ground turkey out of the freezer for tonight’s taco bowls, and chopped up some celery and put it in an airtight container for my snacks later.  The timer dinged for the eggs so I scooped a bowl of ice and ran some water into it and plopped the eggs right in.  Setting another timer for 10 minutes gave me time to go out the back door and fill the bird bath so the song birds will hang around.  I checked on my baby Zinnias, Morning Glories, and sunflowers while I was out there and the results delighted me. We’ll have flowers! Back inside I took the eggs out of their ice bath and put them into a bowl in the frig. At this point I made myself a little snack and turned on Court TV because I like a side of murder with my meals. While eating I started jotting down my meal planning and grocery list for the coming week.  This is when the mister returned from his walk and asked something like, “What are you going to do today?”   I’d already completed 6 or 7 chores and put nearly 3,000 steps on my FitBit.  This is how men get killed.  The invisible work that maintains a household is a thankless job.  In his defense, he really just wanted to know what I had going on because he’s in demand in Denton as a photographer and is always running off to snap an event or a special spot.  Yesterday he had a meeting with the Parks and Rec people to lay the groundwork for teaching a photography class. But, that was not today’s reason for asking. He was itching to get started on the fence. The weather this week has been kind of gross.  We thought we’d get the fence up on Monday - rain.  It was supposed to clear up on Tuesday - drizzle. Surely Wednesday would offer sunshine - damp and chilly.  It only rained briefly this morning and it was more misting than raining.  When the mister came back from his walk he remarked that the wind and lack of sun made for cold hands.  Cold hands are not good for fence building, so we waited again.  But around 4:30 he declared that it had warmed up (it hadn’t) and the sun was out (it wasn’t) and we should get started on the fence.  Because I already feel guilty that I nagged him into building this fence in the first place, I agreed.  Geez. In the short time before I had to get dinner started we put up two sections.  I say “we”, but he was the one sinking posts, pounding stuff, measuring stuff, checking the level, etc.  I did a lot of holding things while he pounded them and sorting pickets by size.  I was also very handy every time he lost something...”It’s right there”...”It’s in your pocket”...”You’re standing on it”, and so on. Tomorrow’s weather should be better, and hopefully we’ll knock out the other seven sections.  Cross your fingers. As I made dinner tonight I found myself peeking at the partial fence and admiring how tidy it will make everything look back there.

Once it’s complete I can do a little landscaping in front of it, position the bird bath and the feeders, and it’ll be sweet. Tomorrow will be long, but worth it.  That’s the end of this boring post and I’m heading upstairs for a long soak. I may take a piece of chocolate with me. I’ll send a wish into the universe for a sunny day tomorrow and fewer tree roots to work around.  I’m also sending out gratitude for a husband that can do math.  I would have screwed this up already.

Until tomorrow - stay safe, stay well. XOXO,

Nancy

[heyrene]

22+0: second trimester also sucks

22 weeks today! It is such a relief to know that I am over halfway through the pregnancy leg of my maternity journey.

Let me be clear, I am overjoyed to be a mom and incredibly grateful that everything with baby girl is healthy so far. I don't take any of it for granted as motherhood so easily could have not been in the cards for me. And this is something I've wanted for as long as I can remember.

However... you can still be grateful for something while acknowledging the parts that suck. In fact, I think it's healthy to do so! A well-rounded perspective is always beneficial, in my opinion.

Anywho, all that to say, overall... I am not really enjoying being pregnant. While the physical symptoms have somewhat mellowed out compared with first trimester (FT), they are still definitely present and making themselves known. Plus, second trimester (ST) has introduced some new mental symptoms that I just really did not expect.

For me, the biggest struggles in ST have been ongoing morning sickness & acid reflux & constipation, nerve pain & general discomfort, bad dreams & mood swings, and dealing with weight gain (this symptom is really impacting me a lot mentally, which we'll talk about here in a minute).

Ongoing Morning Sickness & Acid Reflux & Constipation

I talked about tips for dealing with these symptoms already in another post (check it out here), so I won't bore you with these details again. It’s just a bummer that these are sticking around into ST... but c'est la vie, I suppose.

Nerve Pain & General Discomfort

The nerve pain really started for me at about 16 weeks. I actually had knee surgery around that time, so it was hard to tell if it was a recovery thing or a pregnancy thing. But over time as my knee was getting better, the nerve pain was getting worse. So it really seems that pregnancy is to blame for this one.

The nerve pain would flair up whenever I would sleep on my side, which as a slide sleeper was a major bummer. It felt like the skin on my hip was falling asleep, so it was tingly and also painful on both sides. Apparently, this might be sciatica? But after steadily getting worse for a few weeks, I finally figured out a dual pillow configuration that helped, then broke down and bought a pregnancy pillow because I got real tired of adjusting both pillows all night long.

Initially, I really struggled with biting the bullet to make this purchase. I'm a bit of a pillow snob and I was struggling with shelling out for a pillow I would only use for a few months. However, I found this one on Amazon that was a pretty unique design that I thought might work okay for me > INSEN Pregnancy Pillows, Detachable Body Pillow for Sleeping.

I actually love it and have been sleeping much better since I got it! It allows me to support my bump and knee in the front, but also lets me lean back to take the weight off my hip which is enough to prevent the painful tingles. I removed the top part because I like my regular pillow better. But I still have been using that top piece for extra support sitting on the couch, so that purchase was definitely a win-win for me!

I'm still dealing with nerve pain elsewhere in my body, but it's more like small electrical currents in random places that fade pretty quickly, so not much I can do about that.

Another physical struggle for me is sitting upright for any period of time. It feels like all my organs are being squished while I'm simultaneously holding a sit up position. Thankfully, working from home allows me to take breaks to get horizontal as needed. I have so much respect for ladies who deal with going in to work every day while juggling pregnancy symptoms, you all are rockstars for sure!

Bad Dreams & Mood Swings

Everyone has bad dreams from time to time, right? But for the last 5 weeks, I have had at least one bad dream. Every. Single. Night.

According to google this could either be from anxiety or pregnancy hormones. For me, I'm not really dealing with extra anxiety or stress, so I think it's the latter. Just crossing my fingers this one gets better over time...

I've definitely also been impacted by heightened emotions the last month or so. I've swung from road rage to tearing up over everything, including things like cute videos, seeing my baby in the last ultrasound, and spilling my entire Starbucks drink in my car. Such a fun ride, ha!

Mental Impact of Dealing with Weight Gain

The most difficult and most surprising thing I've been dealing with in ST is just the mental and emotional impact of gaining weight. I've never been thin and have always had to work at maintaining my weight, let alone keeping off the extra pounds, so I just didn't think growing a baby bump would be that big of a deal to me. But boy, was I wrong.

Looking in the mirror feels more like looking at a stranger. 90% of my clothes don't fit any more. The pair of maternity jeans I splurged on two months ago barely fit at this point. Outfits that used to make me feel cute now make me feel fluffy in all the wrong ways...

At the risk of oversharing, even my husband is struggling to deal. I can't blame him at all since I feel the exact same way about myself, but it definitely doesn't help with the mental/emotional struggle to feel confident or happy with myself like I used to. We both miss my old body... but even still, we love each other and are managing to make it work with what we’ve got for now.

The most helpful thought I try to focus on to help feel more positive is to remember that gaining weight during pregnancy is healthy! It's good for my baby girl and it means I am doing pregnancy right. This strange body is just temporary and in a few short months I can start focusing on feeling like me again. For now, I just need to focus on taking care of my girl and myself. The rest will be okay in time.

*cue the tears, stop it stop it stop it*

To end on a positive note, I will say this. Second trimester has also brought the best/only enjoyable pregnancy experience so far... feeling my baby girl move! It started for me around week 19. At first, it felt like having butterflies the same as whenever I'm nervous or excited. But now it literally feels like there is a small person in there tapping on things.

And it's the most wonderful feeling that life has yet to offer!

[chiroandacupuncturelnc]

Back Pain Relief: Top Chiropractic Strategies for a Pain-Free Life

Back pain is a problem many people face, and it can make daily activities difficult. Thankfully, chiropractic care offers a natural and effective way to find relief. Chiropractors focus on the spine and muscles to help people feel better without the need for surgery or medication.

In this blog, we will explore some of the best chiropractic strategies for back pain treatment that can help you live a pain-free life.

Spinal Adjustments for Quick Relief

One of the most common techniques in chiropractic care is spinal adjustment. This involves gently adjusting the spine to improve its alignment. When your spine is not in the right position, it can put pressure on your nerves and muscles, causing pain.

Spinal adjustments help:

Take pressure off your nerves

Improve movement in your spine

Reduce muscle tightness

Restore normal joint function

Many people feel better right after their first adjustment, with ongoing improvements after more sessions. This is a great option for those dealing with lower back pain or conditions like herniated discs or sciatica.

Soft Tissue Therapy for Muscle Relief

Back pain isn’t always just about the spine. Sometimes, tight or sore muscles can make the pain worse. Chiropractors use soft tissue therapy to help relax these muscles and relieve tension. This therapy includes techniques like:

Trigger point therapy

Myofascial release

Massage

By focusing on the muscles, chiropractors can improve blood flow and help the body heal faster. Soft tissue therapy is also helpful for breaking down scar tissue from past injuries, which can help in the recovery process.

Therapeutic Exercises for Strength and Flexibility

Weak muscles, especially in the core and back, can cause ongoing pain. Chiropractors often suggest special exercises to help make these muscles stronger. Strengthening the core muscles helps support the spine, while improving flexibility reduces the chances of getting hurt again.

Some simple exercises include:

Pelvic tilts

Bridges

Cat-cow stretches

Planks

These exercises help with back pain relief by strengthening your muscles, improving posture, and preventing future problems.

Posture Correction for Long-Term Relief

Poor posture is a major reason many people experience back pain. Sitting for too long, slouching, or improper lifting can cause misalignments in the spine and strain muscles. Chiropractors help fix posture issues through adjustments and advice on how to sit, stand, and move properly.

Having good posture keeps your spine in the correct position, reducing strain on your muscles and joints. Over time, fixing your posture can improve balance, reduce lower back pain, and increase mobility.

Lifestyle and Ergonomic Advice

Chiropractors don’t just treat back pain; they also provide helpful tips for preventing it. They often suggest changes to your daily habits, such as proper lifting techniques, better sleep positions, or setting up a more comfortable workspace.

For example:

Using a chair with good back support

Sleeping on a firm mattress with proper pillow support

Taking breaks to stretch if you sit for long periods

These simple changes can go a long way in preventing back pain and keeping your spine healthy.

Conclusion

Chiropractic care is a natural and effective way to get back pain relief. From spinal adjustments to posture correction and lifestyle advice, chiropractors offer a complete approach to help you feel better. Whether you’re dealing with chronic discomfort or looking for help with lower back pain, these chiropractic therapies can make a big difference in your life.

If you're suffering from back pain, consider chiropractic care for a personalized back pain treatment ,plan that addresses the root of the problem and helps you live pain-free.

[rwoshop]

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