They're calling it fibromyalgebra.
Happened 2 weeks ago, been in the hospital for 6 days and still recovering.
It all started on Thursday with a sharp pain in my stomach. At first, I didn't think too much of it, maybe it was just something I ate. So I ignored it. The next day, my stomach still kinda hurt - However, not bad enough to skip work because of it. I have a pretty high pain tolerance and at this point it was pretty annoying and unpleasant, but I wouldn't say super painful.
"Eh, whatever... If it doesn't get better by Monday, I'll go see a doctor." I kept telling myself. Then the pain got worse, to a point where I couldn't properly sleep during the night. At first, I considered just waiting a bit more since the pain was still tolerable, and I didn't want to "waste my weekend" sitting in the hospital for several hours just to be told that it was a stomach ache, but a friend of mine urged me to go.
So I went to the hospital - But since I don't have a car, I walked there. It's only 2 miles after all. The pain was getting worse and once I finally got a chance to see the doctor it didn't take long for him to realize what was wrong - You probably already guessed it, it was the appendix. I was told that they have to remove it Immediately and that I'll get send to the operating room as soon as possible.
Well, as it turns out... By the time I've finally ignored my pride and went to the hospital, the appendix already ruptured. So instead of having a relatively "standard" appendicitis, I was now the proud owner of a fully fledged peritonitis and was rushed to the operating room shortly after.
I woke up several hours later and despite being under strong painkillers, I was still in extreme pain. And when I say extreme pain, I mean that I didn't even know you could feel so much pain, it was that fucking painful. It felt like a chunk of glowing red-hot metal was stuck in my stomach. So, operating room again. Apparently the inflammation spread further than anticipated and in addition to that, a 3-inch purulent hematoma formed that was causing the pain.
When I woke up the pain was still there, but it was tolerable again. Doctors told me that it was a pretty close call and that I got lucky and that if I had stuck with my original plan to wait until Monday, things would have turned out different.
It's been almost two weeks since the two operations and I still feel super weak - I'm tired all the time, I'm not allowed to lift anything heavier than 10 pounds, moving around & standing up
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Since the day I first listened to Currents in early 2019 theyβve grown to become my favorite band and The Way It Ends is my favorite album in Metalcore, as for me itβs perfect. Musically, as well as lyrically as I can identify with a lot of their songs.
Needless to say Iβve listened through it a lot of times and Iβd like to specifically share the thoughts of the 3 songs mentioned in the title as I would like to hear your opinion about it and if you agree / disagree because I want to fully understand it. (English is not my native language)
I will post a link to each of the lyrics and quote some parts with my interpretation.
In Monsters it seems like the person is in a toxic relationship that is going to end. The relationship doesnβt seem to go anywhere and she is not trying to put any commitment into the relationship.
We're stuck in the same old standstill again
Sick of waiting for you to feel it
Always waiting for the next breakdown to begin
Scared of getting too complicated
He, however, put all his energy and time into the relationship because he thought it would last forever while it all backfired on him as she breaks up.
I gave you everything
You spit it back in my face
It never meant anything
Left me to swallow the pain
So much for the dream
After the breakup in Monsters, he became depressed and has been on his own for a longer period of time fighting his depression. Fast forward, coming into the song Kill The Ache, and this is where I am not sure my interpretation is right, it seems that he overcame his depression and found a new person to be in a relationship with. However that new person/relationship has a negative impact on him. (Iβll explain my thought process in a bit) The first verse addresses once again the committed relationship and safety he is longing for but couldnβt find in the past.
Cause every day I've been waiting for some kind of break
Searching for permanence
A place that I can go to make me whole
The next lines are a first indication of what kind of a negative impact the new relationship has on him:
But the shadows keep whispering to me
βThe shadowsβ is a metaphor for depression in my opinion. I stated earlier that he overcame his depression but that his new relationship has a negative impact on him. He feels as if his depression is coming back as the shadows βwhi
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It isnβt even a sad movie but it made me cry and still makes me cry so hard because of how incredibly heart touching it is, I feel feelings that I canβt ever explain when I watch that movie or listen to itβs soundtracks, especially βone summer dayβ, oh my god itβs so beautiful, I am so incredibly moved, itβs just so magical and dreamy, I can only wonder how can one not be overcome with emotions while watching the movie π₯Ί
I am thankfully lucky enough to be stable with only Lithium and it works great for me. But since I was 18 and finally diagnosed my life has been a series of drastic ups and downs. A few months ago I went off of lithium to try and conceive and WAS NOT stable, major depressive episode and it is so fucking hard (Iβm new to Reddit can we curse on here? π€·πΌββοΈ)
Unfortunately while instead of conceiving I found out I have cancer as well and actually started treatment (chemo and radiation) today. I also had cancer when I was 16. Seeing the support that is given for cancer vs the pretty much lack of support for bipolar disorder and all mental illness is night and day and it aches my heart. And having both happen so closely to one another only put to the forefront the thoughts I had on this subject since I was younger (Iβm 31 now)
To everyone here suffering from bipolar disorder you deserve all the care packages and flowers in the world. Every single thing that is offered to people suffering cancer or other physical diseases should be offered to people with bipolar and other illnesses as well. We should not have to struggle in some stigmatized silence just cause our disease canβt be pinpointed on an MRI or CT scan.
Cancer sucks, but fighting bipolar is the hardest thing Iβve had to struggle with in my life. I dream of a world where everyone can say Iβm bipolar and get the same amount of love given to them as to anyone who has to say I have cancer. At the end of the day itβs just not fucking fair and Iβm sick of it.
If anyone needs, Iβm here to talk. Iβm currently back on lithium and stable but wish I had better words to convey to anyone who reads this how strong and resilient you have to be to live with bipolar disorder. How hard it is to be bipolar and to not have society understand how truly strong we are for living it day to day. We got this and it will get better, it has to.
When I got my first Prizer dose, I felt awful a week later.(chills, fever, aches, headache, but only lasted a day) Strangely, I had my 2nd dose 12 days ago and there was absolutely no side effects. How weird is that?
Not seeking any advice... I'm just asking to see if there are anybody else who had similar experience.
Hello everyone,
I am a 21 years old, healthy and sporty. I got the Pfizer 2nd shot about 2 months ago. I had flu-like symptoms for a few days, including leg pain that goes on both calves and behind knees. This pain hasn't gone away ever since.
I went to the ER yesterday because the pain was so horrible, they checked me and ruled out any blood clots. They say they couldn't see anything wrong with my legs, and say that it must be a muscle pain, and dismissed me.
That muscle pain is horrible. It comes and goes with no apparent reason. I never had this kind of pain before, the most similar pain I have experienced before is whenever I am sick and have muscle weakness.
So no one has an answer for me, and I am quite afraid it will go and worsen within time.
Please, if anyone of you experience the same thing, give me a heads up. I am concerned.
I used to skateboard and do some rudimentary parkour... i was not nice to my joints. Especially the knees. The click and pop when I bend. The knee cap on the right knee looks like the ugly twin brother of the knee twins. I'm not as active as I once was but feeling the degradation this substantially has thrown me into a tail spin of negative thinking. I like being outdoors, camping, hiking, exploring and just all around doing stuff. Without quality knees these activities i love are going to become difficult over time and I'm scared. I know I can still have quality life without extreme mobility but it's not the quality I would have hoped for at such a youngish age... I'm only 30 this year. I want to have kids and be able to keep up with them. But I fear the worst. The pandemic has made seeing the doctor a joke. Any time I make a appointment it's a phone call and she says she will set me up with a specialist but never follows up.... I'm going to begin some knee strengthening for mobility and flexibility today. I've found some quality youtube videos from physio therapists that I'm hoping, over time, will help me to rebuild me knees and possibly all the other joints that are aching day by day.
I wish I wasn't so hard on my body during my formidable years. Skateboarding was where I met my friends, learned life lessons, had amazing and crazy experiences so I do not regret it being a part of my life. But I was one of those insecure kids who had something to prove. Hitting the biggest ledges and gaps and stair sets all in Hope's to wow my comrades. Sometimes it worked and the endorphins received from those actions led me to make similar actions over and over and over until skateboarding caused me pain so I stopped and transitioned to other hobbies. Lifes tough and time always wins.
Every time I watch this episode I'm wondering, was it the Indian food mixed with the Italian food that gave Tony a stomach ache, or was it his anxiety about Pussy that was the real culprit? We see in prior episodes that his anxiety and depression aren't doing very well considering he's light-headed constantly, expressing morbid thoughts to Melfi, and compulsively scratching.
I am a young Pakistani doctor working in the UK. Here I am specialising in both Respiratory and Intensive care medicine. As such, over the past year I have had my fair experience with this disease and what it can do. I have had to manage patients younger than me, as old as me, as old as my dad, as old as my grandmother. I have seen this virus destroy families with couples dieing minutes apart in adjacent rooms or even next to each other. I have seen fear in peoples eyes when I tell them that I have to take them to the ITU and the tears they shed when I tell them that I need to put them to sleep for the ventilator. I have had to call relatives of those who weren't going to make it to come say their last goodbyes and have had to give others the bad news over the phone. More people who were fit and well during life have left in bags than those who survived. And those who so were lucky enough to live have left crippled and bed bound. This disease has scarred me for life but it never broke me......until tonight......when I saw what was happening in India, when I saw men pleading and begging on the streets for help for their loved ones, when I saw women in a flood of tears for a lost brother, father, mother or sister, when I heard those familiar words of "Bachao, hamari madad karo" of a someone yelling for help in front of a hospital which was full, when I saw that Doctor say that if we don't get oxygen, these people will die.....I broke. I can't even imagine what your doctor's must be going through, I can't imagine what your nurses must be going through, I can't even imaging what your patients must be going through, I can't imagine what their relatives must be going through, I can't imagine what the bereaved must be going through, I can't imagine what it feels like to be in this state of helpless. It's like a fire has just come and burnt everything dear to a crisp and the fire brigade has come too late.
Stay strong India. You're all in my thoughts and prayers for my heart is bleeding for you.
