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I was diagnosed with migraine week ago and I read one time u too have migraine pain frequently, how do u deal with it , also while maintaining working ?

May Allah grant you aafiyah 😕

Tbh, it's more like migraines deal with me than me dealing with them. I have a lot of triggers actually and often I cannot avoid them. But, trust me allopathy meds don't work exactly except they're painkillers. Alhamdulillah... There's a German med (homeopathy) R16 Drops, they work for me when I regularly take it which I forget so often 😑 and then there are these headache patches by Sirona, my sister in law got 'em for me, I use them if I cannot avoid work while I'm having migraines.. it's actually aromatic so it helps me keep my eyes open during work. Alhamdulillah. I had to read extensively about it because nothing really worked for me for so long 🥲 DM me if you want to have some more help n also I can share the link where you can get the meds.. In Sha Allah. They work effectively Alhamdulillah because I've made my younger sister take it too for her headache...she said it worked for her. It's just me who has a problem forgetting to take it timely so my headaches are more persistent. SubhanAllah.

Help me

migraines are legitimately gonna kill me tell me friends, is it possible to pressure wash one's brain like those cool sidewalk pressure washing videos? because my only solution at the moment is to sit in pitch black abyss for a good 8 hours with a tea, scrolling through Tumblr because if Im gonna be in immense pain and not be able to move I might as well be on my damn laptop mom. *sigh* seeking assistance, fellow migraine suffering friends, please share how you don't die of this shit.

What the actual fuck. I was venting/complaining to my friend about my migraines and vertigo because she asked me what was wrong and I've had a really shitty day for pain and I'm really low on spoons. and this is her motherfucking reaction. am I overreacting? is it just me because this shit sounds like the bitchiest thing she could've said in that Convo. and I know for a fact she doesn't have any chronic pain. idk is it as bad as I'm seeing it?

Help me I beg of thee

Migraines suck ass. tell me friends, is it possible to take the right side of one's brain and freeze it and or pressure wash it like those driveway cleaning videos? Because my current solution is to sit with no light whatsoever, and scroll through tumbler with tea for hours on end hoping that it goes away.

Doctor

Going to the doctor because these damn migraines decided to make me vomit and my mom insists on sending me. I don't like doctors. wish me luck friends. have a good day!

How was your day?

So I cant think of what to post but I wanna post anyways. Lil life update that nobody asked for- -New hyperfixation. Ride the cyclone -got a brace for my knee pain/weakness but I cant wear it at school because u cant use medical devices without like an injury or serious medical condition -Got spooky lil mints in a spooky lil tin from spirit Halloween (they're ouija themed) -got a new candle for Dio, he likes it, I like it, all good -Listened to the new Wtnv episode and I love it sm (as expected) -Got new meds from Dr for my migraines -doing a lil better but I have little spoons atm How are you guys doing?

Learned just today that the bright colors and specific patterns on phone screens are inspired by slot machines. Dunno why that hit me so hard (haha actually I do but it’s not anyone’s business), but I put my phone on black and white mode. This is a trick ADHD folks recommend as well.

I dunno how to do it with other models but for iPhone:

settings - accessibility - display and text size - color filters - grayscale

Be sure that the “differentiate without color” button is on.

This is also very helpful when you have a migraine (as is adjusting screen brightness, enabling “night mode”, and increasing text sizes). Accessibility hacks are for everyone. :)

One of the TØP lyrics Brendon Urie can relate to is "it's all about my forehead"

my body is more than done after the korn concert yesterday but DAMN wasn't that the greatest night ever holy shit

“You’re still coming in to work right? We are short staffed”

it’s weird how if the stuff my chronic illnesses causes happened to an abled person, they’d call an ambulance but i’m just expected to get up and carry on with my day

“You’re still coming in to work right? We are short staffed”

it’s weird how if the stuff my chronic illnesses causes happened to an abled person, they’d call an ambulance but i’m just expected to get up and carry on with my day

“You’re still coming in to work right? We are short staffed”

it’s weird how if the stuff my chronic illnesses causes happened to an abled person, they’d call an ambulance but i’m just expected to get up and carry on with my day

Healthcare professionals always say they want a detailed patient history, but when the patient gives them that history instead of another medical professional they’re like ‘hmm that’s suspicious’

Healthcare professionals always say they want a detailed patient history, but when the patient gives them that history instead of another medical professional they’re like ‘hmm that’s suspicious’

Healthcare professionals always say they want a detailed patient history, but when the patient gives them that history instead of another medical professional they’re like ‘hmm that’s suspicious’

Healthcare professionals always say they want a detailed patient history, but when the patient gives them that history instead of another medical professional they’re like ‘hmm that’s suspicious’

AI-Less Whumptober Day 5 - Migraine/Overstimulation

Moorim School - Ep. 2

The Gifted Graduation - Ep. 4

He is Psychometric - Ep. 6

The Gifted Hands/Psychometry

Ah, nothing like being up at 12 am taking a bath in the dark because the piercing migraine you’ve had for over 11 hours makes it impossible to sleep, think, move, or be in the vicinity of light to any possible degree and even using the phone to type this is like wacking my face with a hammer

@amonthofwhump

Day 2: Sensory Overload

Additional CW: poisoned, migraines, unintentional self-harm

Gajeel whump taglist: @blackberry-bloody , @ostensiblyfunctional

It was those fucking mushrooms.

The mushrooms Jet had stepped on earlier and accidentally got him gassed with a cloud of spores.

It had to be. Nothing else would make sense as to why Gajeel's head currently felt like it was being run over by a train. The fungus had smelled like shit but he'd trade that hell for this one any day.

Everything was too damn bright. Too damn loud.

The glare of the sun sharpened into invisible needles and turned up the saturation of every color around him to maximum. The too-bright grass. The too-bright sky. The eye-searing yellow of Levy's blouse.

“Gajeel? Are you okay?” he heard her ask, concern clear in her voice.

If that toxin had only been affecting his sight, he would've declined anything was wrong and moved on with limited use of his eyes. Annoying, but manageable with his ears and nose compensating and the rest of Team Shadowgear's presence.

But nope. The toxin was fucking over his senses in every aspect it could.

Of course it had to be him, as his shit luck would have it. Of fucking course it had to be the guy with dragon level sensory that already gave him migraines on a bad day.

Levy's voice, the crunch of leaves under Jet and Droy's shoes as they rushed over, the gusting wind, every single bird, leaf, bug, and brook within a half-mile radius. His own pained breathing and pounding heart. Even through his hands clutched over his ears, the cacophony of noise was ripping down the walls of his focus that usually protected his mind from being overwhelmed.

It felt like there was an electric surge under his skin and suddenly he had an acute awareness of everything touching him. The fibers of his clothes itched. The bits of metal braided in his hair scratched at the back of his neck. Something grasped his arm. Despite its gentleness, his nerves prickled and lit aflame as if it burned. That shouldn't have hurt. Why did it hurt? What the fuck was this poison? He couldn't stop himself from flinching away and uttering a low defensive growl from deep in his throat. Even that grated on his eardrums.

The touch recoiled and didn't return.

A sharp tang of blood stung his nose and only then did Gajeel realize his claws had dug into his scalp. A brief distraction before it blurred into everything else becoming too much. His chest was tight. It was hard to breathe. His brain was trying to break through his skull. It was too much. Too much. Too much!

Silence hit like the world pressed an off button.

For a moment, panic took over in the midst of his confusion, his head screaming oh gods did he just lose-

No, no wait. He could still hear himself breathing (at least through the persistent ringing). He could still hear. It's just everything else around him that had decided to clam up.

He smelled the other three around him, and with caution, opened one eye to test his vision. His head still hurt. At some point he must've fallen to his knees, as the ground was much closer than it was before. And darker.

Actually everything appeared darker.

Gajeel finally looked up, seeing the team's alarmed faces in front of him, Levy kneeling down close while Jet and Droy stood a little bit behind her. Close but not too close. He shoved aside the embarrassment to ignore again later in favor of wondering why everything was different.

It felt like a thick filter on a pair of sunglasses and he was not going to complain. It was a blissful mercy. The light was suppressed and while the colors were still a bit too vibrant, this was leagues better than the eyestrain of before. He almost asked about it when he noticed two tangible words floating above Levy's head.

‘Soundproof’ ‘Dim’

Ah. That explained it.

Levy's moving hands caught his attention and her fingers followed the gestures to substitute for spoken words.

“Are you okay? What happened?”

The assault of noise had stopped but Gajeel still hesitated before removing his hands from his ears to respond to her. Some sliver of paranoia expected something to blare out and send him reeling again, but he trusted Levy's magic to hold.

“Mushroom spores,” he signed. Making eye contact with Jet, he added, “the one you crushed a few minutes ago.”

The sound that left Jet's lips did not carry through the soundproof dome, but Gajeel could recognize a curse anywhere. A series of gestured apologies followed in quick succession. Droy shot the man a questioning glance.

Gajeel figured the two stood outside the range of Levy's magic, as the two exchanged words he couldn't hear before Droy began to address him in sign language.

“From the description, it was most likely a Red Screamer fungus,” he explained, and Gajeel almost laughed at how fitting the name was. “The toxin does attack sensory neurons and cause overstimulation, but it is temporary. It should hopefully wear off in a couple hours.”

Ugh. A few hours of this shit? For once he was grateful they chose to take a less intensive job that wasn't too time sensitive. It would've been a nightmare if he needed to fight off some monster or dark guild bastard in this condition.

The discontent must have been clear in his face, for Levy piped up. “If we make camp here and rest a while, I believe I can hold the spells for the duration.”

The nagging thoughts returned, trying to push him to keep moving and not waste time. That nagging voice that always lied to him saying he could walk it off and get work done. Key word: lied. The reality was that bad sensory days always burned him out and it was no different now.

A short, tired nod gave them permission.