#headache

[dumblr]

Me: I have a headache.

WebMD: And it'll be your last.

#true story #they always scared us #headache #webmd #internet Doctors #based on true story #feelings #emotions #dumblr

[hotvampireadjacent]

Me when I have a headache and or migraine

#headache #legendary

[hinata-boke]

Drawing a randomly generated Haikyuu character (almost) every day until I give up  

55. Kuroo Tetsurou

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanart #haikyuu #my art #1hqaday #my fav little (not little) instigator #he has some really great panels #i hope i could capture just a fraction of that essence #'this guy has funny hair' - me when drawing him #headache

[deesi-academia]

They should invent a girl with no headaches

#i cannot do this every 2 days #headache #girlblogging #they should invent #desiblr #desi #chaotic academia #humor #light academia #memes #1k #5k

[tofu-bento-box]

i’ve started saying “i’ve been having health issues” like some sort of suburban mother and gotta say. would highly recommend. lets people know you’re not doin’ too hot without leaving room for questions. gets them off your ass. makes you mysterious. am i shitting myself blind or wasting away like a delicate victorian maiden? who knows! not you!

#disabled #spoonie #chronic illness #chronic pain #headache #migraine #chronic migraine #do not talk to me #if i wanted to elaborate i would #but you don’t get rant privileges! #the Social Rules prohibit it

[oddpolls]

#tumblr polls #polls #survey #headache #mod poll #poll 1

[zegalba]

Yoshitomo Nara: Headache (1998)

#yoshitomo nara #headache #art #illustrations #japan #1998

[1000-life-hacks]

#life hacks #life hack #fact #facts #headache #mental #mental health

[wipormont]

I was cursed by the eternal migraine...

#drawing #ilustracion #darkart #art #digital art #painting #migraine #headache

[tansdiary]

anyone suffering from headaches or migraines, do try this playlist. i always knew about frequency music but never tried it out, and what a loss! i wish i had tried it out sooner since i suffer from headaches every day, but the music truly calmed my senses, and i feel a lot better today than i usually do. i hope it helps you too. also, please seek help from a professional, if you can. you deserve a life full of peace, not pain.

[kindly reblog and help a soul out. headaches are terrible and painful, and i hope no one has to go through them every single second of their life]

#mental health #headache #migraine #chronic illness #chronic pain #medication #migraines #self help #self care #infj #bpd #overthinking #depression #mental illness #therapy #music #anxiety #health #wellbeing #stress #pain

[thoughtportal]

If you experience headaches and neck pain, then I’m sure you’ve tried many stretches and releases at the neck but we need to look further into the secondary impairments. Meaning what is causing everything to tighten up and produce headaches. One of those things have to do with the muscle that act the shoulder. In this video, I showed the latissimus dorsi and the upper trapezius and how they have a tug-of-war relationship. If you can mobilize the latissimus dorsi and free tension on the upper trap, you can reduce neck pain and headaches. Give the exercises in this video a try

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#tiktok #headache #back pain #neck pain #exercise #stretching #exercises

[vintagenews]

Source and details.

#headache #vintage ad #vintage headline #1940s #vintage illustration #headline

[oldinterneticons]

Headaches suck!!!

#headache

[whumpypepsigal]

La Brea s03e03: “You've been out for hours.”

#whumpedit #whump #la brea #gavin harris #eoin macken #3x03 #unconscious #worry #bedside vigil #waking up #headache #pain #support #comfort #my gifs #I LOVE SOFT MOMENTS OF LIKE THIS!

[insertsomthinawesome]

WHUMPTOBER 2022 - DAY 28 - Headache

Azul watches out for his 'employees' :>

-NO ROMANCE INCLUDED-  

#Whumptober2022 #No.28 #Headache #Twisted Wonderland #twst #whumptober #twst jade #twst azul #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #isa's fanart #insertsomthinawesome #December2022 #Azul 'we're just business partners' ashengrotto spotted bullying jade to go sleep after he's had a migraine all day #Floyd dragged him over to help because Jade was just brushing it off with him #50/50 whether or not Jade will listen to floyd when he bugs him to rest #sometimes he's like oh yeah i do feel poor. I will go nap. other times he's like No??? I will survive???? Don't mind me???? #and floyd wants to strangle him with concern and love SDXLSFIHSGLDFHIGFD

[celtic-crossbow]

Whumpuary Day 17-18

Prompt: Headache (alt)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

You had not been home long when Daryl came shuffling through the door. He had gone on a run, leaving at the ass-crack of dawn but they were back by early afternoon with two boxes of medical supplies as fruits of their labor. Then he had been helping to move the solar panels and work on the battery hookup with Eugene. You were certain he was thrilled about that. 

You knew he hadn’t stopped; hadn’t told anyone he needed a break. It’s just who he was. Help until the job was done. It was a given that he’d be exhausted. You’d let him relax, maybe shower, while you made a quick dinner. 

Except… he stumbled after closing the door, the tips of the fingers on his left hand pressed against his temple. He didn’t so much as wave before depositing himself face first onto the couch, long legs hanging over the edge of the cushions. If it wasn’t so out of character for him, you’d find it comical. 

“Uh, hi.” You leaned into the room before actually entering. “Rough day?” There was a muffled mhm. “Hungry?” Another muted answer, but this one was mm-mm. God, you wanted to laugh, but that would need to wait until you found out a little more about why your boyfriend came home and immediately attempted to suffocate himself on the living room furniture. 

You knelt slowly, rubbing your hand over the warm leather on his back. You were pretty sure the next noise was a sigh. 

“Are you okay?” You ventured, probing a little more while leaving space in between questions so as not to irritate the archer. You thought he might have said super and was a bit dry, but it was hard to tell with the thick fabric pressed against his face. 

You shifted to properly sit on the floor, moving your hand in random patterns over his back. Maybe if you were patient, he would decide air was a good thing and sit up to enjoy it. You didn’t have anywhere else to be. It took about five minutes for him to very slowly roll his head toward you, expression drawn and eyes squinted. Uh oh. Your Dixon sense was tingling. 

“What’s wrong?”

He visibly attempted a scowl but gave up after only a brief effort. “Head.”

Oh, the jokes you could make. Not the time, Y/N. 

“Headache.” It wasn’t a question. It was blatantly obvious after he’d given you a clue. Judging from his flushed skin and the tension nearly vibrating over his form, it was a bad one. “Okay, just a second.” Daryl didn’t normally get headaches, so you were unsure how to treat one in a man that never complained and despised feeling weak or vulnerable. As you pulled the shades and closed the curtains, you glanced back at him. 

Weak was a fitting word. If a herd plowed through right now, he’d probably thank them when they started to eat him. 

With the room sufficiently darkened, you crouched in front of him, brushing his hair away from his eyes with a barely there swipe of your fingertips. “I’m going to go get a few things for you. Just relax here until I get back.”

“S’okay.” He mumbled, his arm falling away from where it had been tucked at his side. He let his hand hit the floor with little care. “Don’ need ta go outta yer way. M’good.”

A tilt of your head and tender smile should have been enough of a response, but just in case it wasn’t. “You know better than that. Sit tight.” You backed away from him in case he was about to offer any other objections but he surrendered and turned his hand with a thumbs up. 

You made a list in your head as you shuffled around the house. Pain killers. Tylenol would be okay but you were hoping for one of the stronger ones he’d been given when he’d broken his ribs. He was just as stubborn then so there were probably at least a couple left. 

While on your search, you were passing by other things you needed. Washcloths. The small basin that you reserved for cleaning him up when he came home bloody. And eureka! Pills! 

You contemplated getting him some comfortable clothes but the less he moved right then, the better. As an afterthought, you toed off your boots, quieting your steps significantly when you descended the stairs. If he noticed you bypassing him to disappear into the kitchen, he didn’t voice it. He’d need a glass of water to take the pills though you were certain he wasn’t beyond swallowing them dry. You filled the basin with cool water as well and strategically balanced your burden while padding back into the living room. 

Placing the items on the end table, you leaned down to press the most gentle kiss to the crown of his head. His eyes were closed but you were almost certain he wasn’t asleep.

“Okay, I’m gonna need you to move around for just a minute and then you can stay still as long as you want. Deal?” 

“Don’ wanna.” He groaned, reminding you very much of a grumpy toddler. Your hands drifted to his shoulders, pulling up as gingerly as you could to motivate him. 

“Come on.” His eyes were squeezed shut, jaw clenched against the throbbing in his skull. Those things were counterproductive when dealing with a headache but if you could get him to take the pills and lie down more comfortably, maybe he’d relax a little. “I got the leftover strong ones so this should start helping pretty quickly.”

“Okay.” He was so quiet and looked so small at that moment. You wanted to wrap him up and hold onto him forever. He held out his palm and you handed over the medication, barely getting the glass in front of him in time for him to swallow with the water. 

“Okay, now you get pampered.” You crawled to the far end of the couch next to your supplies and sat, patting your thighs. “Your pillow awaits, handsome.” You were barely able to stifle the giggle when he rolled his eyes before promptly pressing his palm against his forehead with a drawn out whine of ow. 

He stayed silent while stretching out on his back, his head resting on your lap. You smiled down at him while one hand dipped cloth into the water and squeezed out the excess. 

“You don’t have to do anything. I’ve got you.” You were gentle and careful when lifting his head slightly to place the cool cloth over the back of his neck. He winced at the movement regardless, making you frown. “I’m sorry.”

“S’okay.” He murmured, but you still felt a pang of guilt. 

The second cloth now wrung out, you folded it and placed it over his eyes. When he melted deeper into the couch with a sigh, you grinned triumphantly. That part out of the way, you pressed two fingers, gently but firmly, against each of his temples and began massaging the area. You could feel the pulsing there, so too much would not be beneficial. You began to alternate between that and carefully scratching your fingernails over his scalp to stimulate blood flow. 

After no more than five minutes, before you even needed to rewet the cloths, he was softly snoring on your lap. Still, you continued, determined to make sure the headache was gone before stopping. 

An hour later, you had removed the cloths and stopped massaging. Your fingers carded idly through his hair as he slept. He had turned onto his side and pressed his face into your stomach, not a single line of pain left showing. 

Daryl so seldom got to relax that seeing him like that and just being able to take it all in was something you found you wanted to do over and over again. Maybe you’d start being more appreciative of the time you could spend watching him sleep in the moonlight from the bedroom window. You knew that was going to be your new favorite bedtime ritual. 

A deep breath drew you from your thoughts and back to him, his eyes fluttering but barely opening. 

“Thanks, sunshine.” He whispered against your shirt, back asleep before you could reply. 

“Anytime, love. Anytime.”

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