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little-pondhead · 5 months
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Consider (because it's funny):
Ghosts can fuck with technology due to ectoplasmic interference, right? So any video and audio recordings of them come out sketchy and unreliable.
Halfas do the opposite.
Anytime they're caught on camera, the video looks like all the settings have been dialed up past max. The electronics take in so much information at once, and that's reflected in their results. Every video looks like a poorly edited, shit post from early Vine with bright flashing colors and high contrast. All the audio recordings pick up every single fucking sound in the nearby area, so people can't possibly even begin to sort out that creepy ghost voice they heard amidst the cat yowling, car engines, and children screaming from two streets over.
This is literally the only reason nobody believes Wes when he tries to prove Danny is Phantom.
Every piece of evidence he gathers looks like he shoved together random pictures, videos, and sounds from the internet that probably gave his computer the worst viruses known to man. And it's not like he's a tech forensic scientist! He can't sort through this shit to get to what he knows is groundbreaking proof. He's literally loosing his mind.
(And to make it worse, people are telling him he should take a computer course to learn some basic tech skills due to how god-awful these pictures and videos are.)
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thebibliosphere · 11 months
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So, I found a b2 supplement I can take and not react to the fillers (Thorne brand, not sponsored), and after taking it for a month, I've noticed it does seem to have an effect on my migraines.
I'm still getting 1-3 migraines a month when my hormones fluctuate, but I have noticed a significant reduction in pain since I started taking the b2. Brain fog is still a nightmare (see Migraine Daddy post 😂), but the pain is more of a normal headache and not dropping me to the floor.
Supposedly you don't see significant results until you've been on a high dose of b2 for about 3-4 months (my neurologist suggested 400mg), but given that I am actually deficient in b2 thanks to my MCAS, fixing the deficiency seems to be helping by itself.
So who knows, maybe in a few months, I'll see better results.
I know I really need to be taking a methylated B complex at this point, but they all have biotin in them, and any increase in my biotin intake just makes me sick as a dog. I thought at first it was because it was a histamine liberator, but so is methyl folate/folic acid and I've been able to tolerate that okay. Idk. Bodies are weird.
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isbergillustration · 9 months
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Sword Maintenance Is Not Their Main Skill
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Whumpee gets a migraine
Whumpee took the last pill theu had on hand just a day before it's me I am Whumpee
They are already taking a different type of medication that would not go well with their migraine pills
They're held captive, with no access to medication at all
Whumper sees that something is wrong, they decide to leave Whumpee alone for that day
"I have the pills here, what would you do to get them?" "Anything! Anything you want! Please" Whumper watches in amusement as Whumpee grovels at their feet for mercy.
Whumper beating Whumpee up badly for being in pain they didn't cause, but here's the thing, Whumpee is relieved to be distracted by it.
Intimate whumper cradling Whumpee in their lap, gently rocking them back and forth, and petting their hair to comfort them as Whumpee wails. They don't even offer medication.
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lavenoon · 10 months
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Meds didn't kill the migraine and you still gotta go to work </3
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mylittleredgirl · 8 months
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me, present day: 🤔 hmm is this a migraine starti—?
10+ years of personal experience: yes!!! literally always yes. if the question enters your mind, YES.
me: you’re right i should wait an hour to make sure
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cleolinda · 6 days
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Excited to announce that I have been dealing with some kind of mysterious neck strain with absolutely no cause for the last two days, and it has finally occurred to me that it could be a silent migraine symptom (“silent” migraine in that it doesn’t feel like a headache, it’s just all the other side symptoms). Extra fun: I’ve had a lot of stress or weather headaches in my life, but I don’t think I had silent migraines until after perimenopause started last year. (Please refer to my discussion of pre-menopause hot flashes, cold sweats, and itchy eardrums here.) I am absolutely disgusted with human existence and will be applying migraine meds and an ice pack after lunch.
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saphushia · 1 year
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smth different from my usual- i was taught this when i went to PT a couple years ago and i've never seen anything about it online. obligatory disclaimer i'm not in any way a medical professional and this wont cure your headaches, but they make mine a decent chunk more tolerable and sometimes that's all you can ask for
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prettybracedgirlxo · 13 days
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Sick day scenes 🩹
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fandomsandfeminism · 9 months
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I'm like...having a meltdown over my migraine meds. Now insurance is saying that my prior authorization has been denied because I don't meet the criteria and I have to call the appeal number. For the meds I've been taking for years.
And I'm like "...but I've been taking this for years and I've been out for almost two weeks" <- audibly about to cry.
And the poor woman on the phone is like ".....I can transfer you to a pharmacist who can talk you through...uh...possible effects of not having that medication?"
I know the effects, ma'am. The effects are I'm getting CHRONIC MIGRAINES that I can't treat and it's really hard to go to work and do my job because of it! It sucks. I'm anxious all the time because every head twinge could be the beginning of a 48 hour pain spiral that I no longer have the tools to pull out of.
God *fucking* dammit.
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sergle · 9 months
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no smoking: yeah yeah I don't do that whatev no alcohol: yeahyeahyeah whatever whatever who gives a shit no weed: a touch tragic but not really going to impact my life no tea / caffeine: heaough FUCK no ibuprofen: houuuuUUGHGHHHEUAUUGH HACK HACK COUGH
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thebibliosphere · 9 months
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I'm trying to remain positive and remind myself that having a migraine every 11 days is really good, considering I used to get them daily. (This time last year, I'd had just under 200 migraines. For a frame of reference, August 30th is the 242nd day of the year 😓.)
But it still sucks. Every 11-12 days, my body takes me out of action for 18+ hours. And while they are better than what they used to be, it's still debilitating.
Maybe I'm just losing my tolerance. But I have no idea how I survived last year.
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seraphicalsuccubus · 4 months
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oh my god !!!!
y’all omfg I’m actually being prescribed something for my chronic migraines and fibromyalgia pain/inflammation !!! and I’m just so fucking excited to finally have relief from those after suffering every day for all these years 😭😭😭
I’m so fucking thankful to have a doctor that actually listens to me and wants to genuinely help me feel better after so many just disregarded all my symptoms and dismissed me like, fuck !!! I love this woman for always having some idea of how to actually help me with anything I bring up to her instead of taking the easy route and just completely writing me off and saying I’m fine like all the others have 😭😭😭
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mamawasatesttube · 10 months
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How about 35: "It's just a headache, I'm fine."
With Tim taking care of Kon after he overused his TTK?
A sliver of light falls across the floor from the hallway as the door starts to open. With the haze of pain fogging up his entire brain, it's barely enough warning for Kon to remember to croak out, "Don't."
Tim stops, hand falling away from the light switch. "Kon?"
Even the idea of lifting his head from the balled-up hoodie he's using as a pillow is agonizing, so Kon opts for the world's most pathetic peace sign. "Sup."
"What are you doing?" Tim slowly closes the door again, at least; the darkness is blessed relief from the stabbing pain behind Kon's eyes at even the faintest light. "Why are you on the floor?"
Kon squeezes his eyes shut, ignoring the way Tim is definitely scrutinizng him in the dimness. His brain is probably doing that BBC Sherlock thing, tagging and analyzing his pained body language, the way he keeps pushing his thumbs into the pressure points just below his eyebrows, the tension in his shoulders. Tim would hate it if he described it as a BBC Sherlock thing, of course; that's why Kon keeps doing it.
"It's just a headache." His voice is a little too breathy from pain to be dismissive, but he tries. "I'm fine."
"You could've gotten in the bed, at least." Tim sinks down next to him on the rug. "What caused it? Are you hurt?"
"Fuck, Rob, not so loud," Kon groans, rubbing his temples. "Ugh. S'nothing. Overdid the TTK holding all those skyscrapers up for so long this afternoon, that's all. And bed sounded too hot."
Tim is quiet for a moment. "You never told us that gives you migraines."
"Never seemed to matter." Another wave of agony throbs behind his eyes, lancing straight through the deepest parts of his skull, and Kon swallows down a whimper. "It, ugh, it happened way more when I was freshly hatched. Now s'not all that... frequent."
"You being in pain always matters to me," Tim says softly. He lets out a breath, quiet even in the silence of the room, and shifts his weight slightly; Kon can hear the rustle of his clothes. "...Can I get you something? Is there anything—you came to my room for a reason, right? What do you need me to do?"
There's an undercurrent of desperation in his voice, barely there, but readily apparent to anyone who knows him even half as well as Kon does. He hates being helpless, hates seeing anyone he loves in pain, hates not being able to fix it. Kon smiles wanly, opening his eyes to look up at him; it doesn't hurt, not too bad, since the room is so dark.
"I'm in your room 'cuz you have the best blackout curtains in the whole Tower," he says honestly; even in this state, he doesn't miss the way Tim's shoulders droop slightly. "But... if you could get me an ice pack—no, two—that would... that'd be pretty rad."
Tim's on his feet before Kon even finishes his request. "Yeah, of course, I have plenty—" and then he's off like a shot to the mini-fridge in the corner, pawing through the freezer in the dark like a raccoon. Kon hides a wince; his ears are too sensitive for even the slight crinkling and cracking of the ice, and nausea churns in his gut.
But then Tim's back, and in his hands are two blessedly cold packs, wrapped in cloth to make them easier to use.
"God, Rob, I could kiss you," Kon tells him, pressing one to the back of his neck. It's instant, if not total, relief, and he lets out a low moan as the agony spearing through his temples starts to ebb out into the chill. After a second, he presses the second one over his eyes. Fuck, that's so much better...
"Do you need anything else?" Tim asks, hesitating. "I can get you some tea, or a blanket—no, you said it's too hot, um—do you want a sleep mask? Or I can—"
Kon reaches up, grabs one of his hands, and hauls him back down to sit on the rug. It takes a mildly herculean amount of effort, but he lifts his head next, scoots over, and places it on Tim's thigh, so that he can tuck his face (and ice pack) into his stomach. "Shut up," he mumbles, "and just... stay."
If it's too cold, or uncomfortable, Tim makes no indication. He just lets out a soft, "Oh," and then, to Kon's delight, threads his fingers tenderly into his hair. "...Is this okay?"
If his touch was a little more direct, if his gentle caresses were any faster, it'd be too much. But as it is, it's helping, and if he stops anytime soon, Kon might cry.
"Better'n okay," he answers, and despite his migraine, he smiles slightly against Tim's shirt.
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handweavers · 4 months
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at the airport and i have a migraine so severe that my migraine has a migraine. absolute sensory hell
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creekfiend · 11 months
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I am such. a mother. fucking. grumpus. I want to smash things. I could kill a health insurance exec with my bare hands. I could bite their throats out
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