My period hurts like hell!! (10 pts)?
Guys PLZ PLZ PLZ help me, I am 14 and I have had my period for about 4 years now. It was fine at first and didn't hurt at all but since the last 2-1 years it became terrible! I throw up every time and I have a very hard time sleeping. I eat "ponstan forte" that the doctor gave me and it does help a little bit but it still hurts and I throw up and I have went to the doctor many times because of this and I skip school because of this (which resulted to me failing a quiz) plz someone help me tell my what I should eat and drink although I can't eat since I will feel like throwing up ... I seriously can't take this anymore and feel like dying Does lemon juice helps? Does tea helps? Some plz help me, thank you very much :)
My left shoulder hurts like hell!?
Im 20yrs old and I think i twisted my left shoulder or pulled it the wrong way I dont really know whats going on with my shoulder but it hurts like hell i work on contruction btw lol anyways its been 3 weeks and it feels like it been getting worse my neck is also starting to hurt as well as my arm but the pain comes and goes.
Dodgeball Arm Injury, I throw as hard as I can and now my elbow, tricep and shoulder HURT! for days!?
Is this tennis elbow, or another common sports injury I can fix without having to a)rest, b)not throw as hard or c)endure the pain. Ice helps but would a brace or tape job help during the actual game? I have a list of stretches I do but the pain gets worse game by game, I barely recover by the next game day.
Which bone do you think hurts the most when broken?
Im going with the clavicle (collar bone). I broke mine a few years back and that was the most intense physical pain I've ever felt, even more than getting my rib cage tattooe'd
What is the level of pain when getting a hand tattoo?
Well it’s all relative isn’t it? It’s relative depending on where you get your tattoo; it’s relative to how long it takes; and it’s relative to your particular pain threshold.I personally would much rather get a tattoo than deliver a baby, but that is just my opinion.It helps if you are really excited about getting your tattoo. How much will you put up with in order to get something you really want makes a difference.It also helps if you have something to distract yourself with, rather than just paying attention to the pain. Your tattist might talk to you, or you can take a friend along who can ask you questions (or make you feel as though you don’t want to wimp out), or even play a memory game that requires you to think. How you choose to cope with pain makes a lot of difference.The first part can be the worst; after that your body kicks in some endorphins or something and it isn’t as bad. My tatt took 2.5 hours, and by the end of that I felt a little irritable, but I had to sit in a way that wasn’t comfortable for very long. There was also a lot of delicate shading inside my design - an open, line-drawn design would be more spread out needle-wise and less annoying. My sister recently got a tatt, and she just had a clear layer put over top after it was done, so she didn’t have to care for it while it was still inflamed. It looked really good right away, too.
Psychology of Everyday Life: Why can't I cry even when I'm hurt? How should I let out my feelings?
When my mother died I didn't cry. I didn't cry at her bedside after I felt her spirit go up; I didn't cry at her funeral; I didnt cry when after moving to DC six weeks later I would think I saw her when someone was wearing clothing or a coat similar to hers. When my brother died the following summer, I didn't step up to say anything at the funeral, I did the typical American thing which was to get drunk later and make a fool of myself. I didn't cry about his death either. And when my dad gave away me in marriage "along with her mother Sally," I didn't cry. I didn't really cry until I the next loss two years after the untimely marriage - a divorce came and then the looking into the abyss of no life structure, no social structure, no provision, no nothing. I sat there one day looking at my hands. They were starting to look a lot like my mothers. Then I started to remember - I started to remember her hands, that did all the dishes, the cooking, the shopping, the cleaning, the smoothing and touching. I wailed; I didn't just cry. I grieved and I grieved and grieved and grieved. Gut wrenching, no bottom to it. No one to tell or talk to about it. Hurt like hell.Point is, it's no big deal you're not crying yet; you will, when you have to, you will.