#pain meds
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I'm begging people to not be afraid of OTC pain meds.
OTC pain meds are not a devil’s bargain or a moral failing. They are a tool to reduce unneeded suffering. They do not destroy your organs if taken correctly, and there is no reward for the people who take the fewest pills in life.
Take what helps, and take it safely! If you have prescription meds or other health issues, always check for possible interactions/adverse effects.
Edit: the upper limit for paracetamol/acetaminophen is actually more like 4g for most people! :)
#pain meds#ableism#pain management#some of yall are real catholic about pain#suffering isn't good for you#yeah dont chug a bottle of Tylenol#but if you read the labels and check with your other meds you are gonna be ok#better than ok actually because you wont be in as much pain
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Fuck knows I need this because my stupid fucking brain has no real concept of time
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I cannot describe how jealous I am of people who can take over the counter pain meds and it actually works for them… like… can I get some of that please? I’d love to take five advil and be less in pain. Even a little bit
#pain meds#chronic pain#fibro#it’s not fucking fair#and if I have to have another doctor say ‘why don’t you just take Tylenol’ im going to fucking lose it
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The interactions between hotch and his brother are so cute and funny
I need more please
Maybe more dramatic reader being high on medicine after getting hurt on a mission
Warnings: injury, let me know if I've missed anything
Word count: 242
“This is it,” You say with a groan, your mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls.
“What?”
“This is it,” You said, “This is death.”
“This is not death.” Aaron huffed.
“How do you know? You’re not a doctor.” You chimed, Aaron rolled his eyes.
“You’ve literally just broke your leg,”
“Then why am I floating?”
“You’re not floating,” Aaron rubbed his hand over his face.
"They're trying to take my soul!" You exclaim, looking at Aaron with a panicked look on your face.
"(Y/N), I need you to listen to me," Aaron said sternly, "You're okay, I promise you that you are okay. Your leg is broken, but you're okay."
"Oh god, I'm going to lose a leg," You realise, leaning forward to look at it, "It was nice while it lasted. I'll see you on the other side."
Aaron groaned, turning to Morgan, "Morgan, you come and deal with him, he's driving me insane."
Morgan gave a laugh as you gasped, "How dare you!"
"Hey, (Y/N)," Morgan chimed.
You gave a grin, "Hi,"
"Heard you were worried, what about?"
"Feel like I'm floating," You replied.
Morgan nodded, climbing on the stretcher behind you, gently pulling you into his embrace, your back against his chest. "You're okay, your leg's broken but you're okay,"
You nodded, relaxing in his arms. Aaron scoffed, throwing his arms in the air, "That's what I said!" Spencer and Emily gave a snort.
#criminal minds#aaron hotchner#derek morgan#criminal minds fanfiction#spencer reid#david rossi#emily prentiss#y/n hotchner#asks#jennifer jareau#injury#broken bones#pain meds#derek morgan x male reader#derek morgan x reader
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Show up to your pharmacy looking just like a zombie
“Trick or treat!”
You compliment my costume while stuffing pain meds in my basket
I groan my thanks to you and shuffle my way back into bed
#trick or treat#spoonie#Halloween#chronic Halloween#chronic life#disabled#fnd#chronic illness#disability#functional neurological disorder#actually disabled#funny#pain#pain meds#pharmacy
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being chronically ill in psychology college means having to restrain myself from fucking screaming watching the "red flags" for substance abuse/addiction
because yes people with chronic pain organise their day around when they take their painkiller, of course they are stressed when they don't have enough in advance, yes they might developp tolerance other time. No being in pain when they don't take it doesn't necessarily mean it's withdrawal symptoms, they take the pain meds for a fucking reasons. that might be PAIN!!
yes there should be a lot more discussion of chronic pain as a cause for substance use in the first place, but here it's discussed in a way that doesn't take physical pain into account as a different symptom (not withdrawals caused by addiction) and depicts every physical symptom as a red flag.
it's frustrating that i can't seem to say the sentences i want to say to discuss all this- it's just that they kinda showed a normal relationship of a disabled person with pain meds and said "here is an exemple of substance addiciton if you even see one of these symptoms it's that"
and it's such an over simplification...i know they never experienced chronic pain but as future therapist it's kinda their place to be understanding...
a lot of psych students are really really discrimitatory btw, and they often quit in the first 3 years but it's still fucking horrible
#i can't seem to phrase exactly how i wanna phrase it#hope it doesn't carry a message i don't want it to#please if there is something that seems wrong in what i way#tell me#im not an english speaker from birth#disability#chronically ill#pain meds#addiction and pain meds#chronic pain
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the devil in my ear: you don't need the ibuprofen
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So my pain meds make me nauseous my nausea meds make me constipated laxatives make me nauseous thus more nausea meds and the never ending cycle continues.
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When you're waiting for more money to get more drugs
Why the fuck is it bi-weekly payment I need that shit NOW
my plug got farmpam bottles and 98% MDMA but I only got $80 rn shoot me
Update I fucking SCORED from my ammamma
She didn't like them so she just gave them to me 🥰
#tw drugs#dr0gs#drugblr#drvgs#drugcore#addict#drug addikt#mdma#pure Molly#addiction#hydrocodone#Codone#pain meds#opium gang#opium#Real norco#Norco pills#opiate addiction
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1. Hopelessly Bad At Self-Care
Fao had been home from hospital about two weeks now, and was settling into life again. It had been slow and shaky to start, unused to living with Fred and Sheila and relying on them so much for everything. He felt 17 again, and it frustrated him. But they’d done so much for him, been through so much because of him, he was nothing but grateful for them. That didn’t make it easy, though, and there had been plenty of shouting from both parties.
But things had settled now, Fao’s head had started to get better, but it still wasn’t perfect. He struggled to look after himself, still struggled to find a point in why he was still alive. He neglected his pain meds more often than not, desperate to feel something other than guilt or worse, nothing.
He’d been slowly building up more and more with what he did day to day, more walking, things around the house. He’d done a lot yesterday, gone for a walk out that had ended up being further than anticipated, and he was paying for it today. He wanted his proper meds, the strong stuff they’d sent him home with, but he couldn’t find it. He’d put it somewhere, and now he didn’t know where, and he was in pain and overwhelmed. He’d tried to do more that morning, stand and make himself breakfast and coffee and have a cigarette, and all it had done was made it worse. He felt so frustrated, and uncomfortable, and useless.
He’d gone back to bed, feeling sick and awful, and curled up on top of the duvet, face buried in the pillows as he tried not to sob, clutching Eeyore tightly. The bad thoughts he thought he’d left in hospital were teasing him, calling for an easier way out, and that just made it worse. He didn’t want that, he just wanted the pain to stop, and it just wouldn’t stop.
Sheila had tried her best to not smother Fao, his breakdown over his breakfast not unnoticed. She'd already been told off for hovering, so left him alone as much as she could, though her every instinct screamed not to. She let Fao return to his room, though had expected him to take his medications to at least get a little relief. When he didn’t come back out, she grabbed his bottle from the kitchen cupboard, from where he'd asked her to put it, and headed to his room.
She could hear Fao trying so hard not to break, and it brought a lump to her own throat. She swallowed thickly, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Fao?" She knocked gently. "It's just me. Can I come in?"
His face buried in the pillows, he didn’t even have the energy to tell Sheila to piss off. In fact, he actually rather wanted some comfort from his mum.
“Yeah.” He said thickly, his voice muffled.
"Hey." She murmured softly, pushing the door open and moving to sit on the edge of the bed. She reached to run her fingers through his hair with a sigh. "When did you take your meds last?"
“Didn’t.” He whimpered. “Didn’t need it an’ then couldn’t find it.”
"Oh, sweetheart." She soothed. "Why didn't you say? Do you want some? I've got it here."
“Oh.” He sniffed. “Please.”
She hummed softly to herself as she drew up a dose before passing the syringe to her son. "Here, take this first, and then I've got some juice."
He forced himself to sit up, rolling onto his back first with a whine. He reached for the syringe, taking it with a grimace, and followed it with the juice Sheila gave him, feeling pathetic.
“Thank you.” He mumbled. “Hug?”
"You're welcome." She murmured softly. "Where do you want me? I'm staying with you."
“Don’t have to stay.”
"Why wouldn't I?"
“Sick of me.”
"That's just the dick part of your brain talking." She chided gently. "Come on, get comfortable. I have snacks in my hoodie pocket, and I've got a film I want to watch."
He laid back down with a sigh, curling up with his Eeyore again. The nausea hadn’t gone anywhere, but he wasn’t about to ask Sheila for his antisickness, so he just settled down. Maybe some sleep would help, if he could get it. He curled into her, burying his face against her.
"There you go." She hummed. "You just relax, try and get some rest. Do you need anything else?"
He was quiet for a minute, seeing if he could ignore the nausea. But it was still there, and the painkillers had made it worse. “Antisickness?” He asked softly.
"Which one?"
“Whichever.”
"Here, then. Swallow the cyclizine, and then you can melt the ondansetron." She passed them to him from her pocket.
“Juice?” He asked, taking them from her.
"Here you are."
He swallowed the Cyclizine with the juice, wincing at the taste, and then took the ondansetron to melt. That wasn’t great either, but it would help the nausea. He snuggled back down on the bed, curling back into his mum with a sigh. “Sorry.”
"Don't you apologise."
“I am sorry though.”
"What for? Being hopelessly bad at self care? Because that's the only thing you've done wrong, and we all know you've got a problem with that."
“Still.” He said, sniffing.
"Hey, you’re not going to cry on me, are you?" She nudged him gently. "We're being as happy as we can be, positive thinking and all that bulshit, yeah?"
“Sorry.” His voice cracked. “Jus’ feel so shit.”
She drew shapes on his skin with one hand, the other playing with his hair. "I know, I know. It is shit, really, I know."
“I want to be better.”
"Look how far you've come."
“Not far enough.”
"You're home, you're here. That's more than far enough for today."
He sighed. “Love you.”
"I love you too, Fao." She stretched down to press a kiss to his messy hair. "I'm so very proud of you."
#sicktember#sicktember 2023#hopelessly bad at self care#sicktember day 1#whump writing#whump prompt#faolan blackwood#whump#sheila daniels#home from hospital#oc#fic#depression#depressive thoughts#mentions of suicidal ideation#comfort#pain meds#painkillers#vulnerable men#breakdown
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A reminder that medicine, especially painkillers, tends to be MORE effective if you take it as early as possible.
If you wait until it's "bad enough"- they can't work as well. (Which makes it tempting to take more than is safe and can tip the balance on side effects.)
Don't be stingy with yourself. If you have meds that work- take them.
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‘married to my work’ this, ‘married to my bed’ that.
I am in a polycule with three heatbags, am enimes *and* lovers with aspirin, soulmates with my electric blanket and I occasionally have a really intense summer romance with an ice pack.
#chronic pain#migraine#periods#menstrauting#menstraution#pain medication#pain meds#pain medicine#sleep#bed#comfy#heating pad#pain
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This is your sign to take your pain meds if something hurts.
Don’t wait for it to become unbearable; take the meds.
You know it won’t get better. You know it, I know it; we all know it.
You don’t need to play the hero. This is the exact reason why pain meds were invented. To get you out of this misery. It’s okay, I promise.
And if you took them let me just tell you that I am proud of you because you take care of your body and decided that you needed the meds to help. ❤️
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love taking more pain meds then I need
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