Fairytales

I’ve gotten a lot of positive reactions from my prep guides/product recommendations so I thought I’d do one a little deeper about managing flares. 

This’s all stuff I’ve collected and learned over the years because everything makes a difference. I don’t do medication recommendations but here’s some stuff that helps me personally get through flares. 

The Comfort Draw (by my bed) 

Painkillers and sedatives (again, no recs) 

Ginger tablets for nausea

Anti constipation meds - painkillers will block you up badly

Peppermint chewing gum (nausea - although I’ve been informed this is not good for those with acid reflux) 

Juice - some medications taste vile and it stays in your mouth

Breakfast drink/muesli bars (for when I can’t get out of bed) 

Vapour rub - helps ease my breathing

Pain/anti-inflammatory balms/gels

Medical tape for bad joints

TENS machine

Bubble blowers (because why not) 

Jellybabies/chocolate

Ear plugs (sensory overload) 

eReader

Cheer up picture books

Cards from loved ones (invaluable when you feel alone) 

Pain Draw (under comfort draw) 

Heat packs

Physio bands

Knee pillow (keeps my hips level) 

Lavender spray (anxiety) 

My partner’s deodorant (ldr sucks) 

Teddy bear

Hand cream (smells nice and stops your hands drying out) 

Oil diffuser + candle/oil (for anxiety) 

boomerang pillow (the best thing i ever bought) 

soft lighting (little switch on the left - gentle lighting for sensory overload/anxiety) 

Please rb this to your friends/family with chronic pain xx

A man’s appetite can be hearty, but a woman with an appetite is always voracious: her hunger always overreaches, because it is not supposed to exist. If she wants food, she is a glutton. If she wants sex, she is a slut. If she wants emotional care-taking, she is a high-maintenance bitch or, worse, an “attention whore”: an amalgam of sex-hunger and care-hunger, greedy not only to be fucked and paid but, most unforgivably of all, to be noticed.”

“Women talk ourselves into needing less, because we’re not supposed to want more—or because we know we won’t get more, and we don’t want to feel unsatisfied. We reduce our needs for food, for space, for respect, for help, for love and affection, for being noticed, according to what we think we’re allowed to have. Sometimes we tell ourselves that we can live without it, even that we don’t want it. But it’s not that we don’t want more. It’s that we don’t want to be seen asking for it. And when it comes to romance, women always, always need to ask.”