Leg pain muscle stiffness chillsfatigue

I’ve had it easy And I’ve been blessed To only suffer the feeling For those with less And those with more Of the carnage of war That pounds unwelcome at their door That brings down the roof And scars the youth Of tens of thousands Who are used to playing Going to school And maybe just losing their first front tooth And now a hand And now a leg And now a parent And now a friend And now a family And now a future And now the vividness of sense Vanishing with their view And what happens then, I cannot say I only see pictures of their pain This I’ve understood That I have had it good Though I’m trained to think that I’m in need By the vulturous advertiser’s greed And my problems have all been imagined ones Internal battles with my own demons The battles of one’s own existence The persistence of my own resistance To such inevitabilities of life: Universal failures, strivings, strife That distract all us living from our dying But again there are the very many Whose peace must come among with plenty of things not other than agonies Nothing other than tragedies, And not of chance but travesty The contortions of humanity The results of the depravity Of those hearts that are but a cavity And callous to the gravity Of a single person multiplied By the millions more amplified By the screaming of each and all The loudness of unanswered calls The desperate wails that overcome The visions of the tons and tons Of bodies piling in the sun The former loved and loving ones No longer… looking like… Persons For evil ideologues there are calculations: Who can we trick into taking our side? Who can we get to fund our supplies? When can we erase them and begin renovations? What can we gain from this mass starvation? And this is what the killers think That flesh and blood And beings that breathe Have no value guaranteed Not to mention the truths perceived In years and years of life elapsed In the children’s futures and elders’ pasts No different than buildings collapsed And we all can see Though some deny And others turn away their eyes We all can think And know the lies Forget for a second our piece of the pie We all can hear The babies’ cries How many more are going to die? If you have the power it’s time to decide
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I’ve had something like piriformis for 2.5 years- pain deep in the right buttock muscle and flare ups that last a week at a time every few months.
I went almost a year with no issues then suddenly had a horrible flare up a few months back. Seems to be related to an old knee injury and trying to run when that acts up.
Anyway, since about January I started walking super long distances (15K+ steps a day) and it has not returned. Hoping it stays this way!

So my anxiety has been crazy the past two months. After finally getting to a reasonable pain level with my S I joint my shoulders started acting up. Had an ultrasound which was clear to tendonitis has been ruled out..I have a desk job and a standing desk and follow ergonomic setup but my shoulders and traps/neck have been stiff for a couple months now. Did dry needling and started PT but wtf could be going on? I’m really not ready for another issue but wondering could this be something related to my heds diagnosis? How can I rehab it…I’m desperate

Not sure if this was a tick or something else. I never noticed a tick. It was very red, raised, and itchy. This is a picture after a day. It's now day two and almost gone but still itchy.
I live in PA, the location has me suspicious as it's right by my knee. However never noticed anything there and do frequent tick checks.
It's possible this is a carpenter ant bite as I noticed an ant crawling on my leg however didn't remember a sharp pain from it or if the ant traveled up that far.

Hey, you! Yes, you! Muscular man! You may be big and buff, but are you as buff as Captain Walker?
No, you aren't. It takes a strong man to be like him. Don't worry, i've devised a workout plan so that you can show off your well toned muscles whenever some 53 year old insane senile bastard crashes a tanker truck and somehow burns both your sleeves off!
First exercise: Fire your weapon into a crowd of civillians. 3 sets of 5 repetitions. Hold the trigger really hard to feel the burn, maybe throw in a few quips like "no pain no gain" while you're at it.
Second exercise: Fire minigun at radio towers. 5 sets of 3. This will tire your shoulders aswell as your ears, not so much so from the minigun sound but from the sound of screaming
Third exercise: Walk around a war torn wasteland city for 3 days straight. Only needs doing once a week. Preferably shoot everyone too, maybe also destroy their water.
Fourth exercise: Fire grenade launcher one handed off truck and then get sent flying from the aftermath. Only needs doing once a week, needs a friend though.
Congratulations, next up will be the Konrad workout plan! All you need is a paintbrush, a handgun, a canvas, and a destroyed ego!

I’ve had it easy
And I’ve been blessed
To only suffer the feeling
For those with less
And those with more
Of the carnage of war
That pounds unwelcome at their door
That brings down the roof
And scars the youth
Of tens of thousands
Who are used to playing
Going to school
And maybe just losing their first front tooth
And now a hand
And now a leg
And now a parent
And now a friend
And now a family
And now a future
And now the vividness of sense
Vanishing with their view
And what happens then, I cannot say
I only see pictures of their pain
This I’ve understood
That I have had it good
Though I’m trained to think that I’m in need
By the vulturous advertiser’s greed
And my problems have all been imagined ones
Internal battles with my own demons
The battles of one’s own existence
The persistence of my own resistance
To such inevitabilities of life:
Universal failures, strivings, strife
That distract all us living from our dying
But again there are the very many
Whose peace must come among with plenty
of things not other than agonies
Nothing other than tragedies,
And not of chance but travesty
The contortions of humanity
The results of the depravity
Of those hearts that are but a cavity
And callous to the gravity
Of a single person multiplied
By the millions more amplified
By the screaming of each and all
The loudness of unanswered calls
The desperate wails that overcome
The visions of the tons and tons
Of bodies piling in the sun
The former loved and loving ones
No longer…
looking like…
Persons
For evil ideologues there are calculations:
Who can we trick into taking our side?
Who can we get to fund our supplies?
When can we erase them and begin renovations?
What can we gain from this mass starvation?
And this is what the killers think
That flesh and blood
And beings that breathe
Have no value guaranteed
Not to mention the truths perceived
In years and years of life elapsed
In the children’s futures and elders’ pasts
No different than buildings collapsed
And we all can see
Though some deny
And others turn away their eyes
We all can think
And know the lies
Forget for a second our piece of the pie
We all can hear
The babies’ cries
How many more are going to die?
If you have the power it’s time to decide

A bit of background on my situation- I dropped out of high school at 15 to take care of my niece (my sister abandoned her with my mom and I) I got a job in a shoe store the day before my 16th birthday and my first official day was the day after my 16th birthday. I worked there for years getting passed up for management because I dropped out of school so I got my GED and got assistant manager immediately. I was there 6 years. I've worked another 6 years in property management at storage facilities, I've done other retail and even some catruck rental (think enterprise and uhaul). I eventually decided that I wanted to earn more. These $10 an hour jobs just weren't enough to live an enjoyable life so I went back to school and got an Associate degree in accounting. I landed a job with an armored truck company as an internal auditor but I was still only making $14 an hour. I stayed with them for 4 years and went to school at the same time to get a Bachelors in business and covid hit. I kept working the whole way through and since I could finally afford health insurance I finally started going to the doctor about issues I was having with my health. Turns out I have fibromyalgia and IBS. I kept working full time while working towards my degree and on my way to a testing site I fell asleep behind the wheel at a stop light. Someone honked and I woke up, I didn't roll off or hit anyone but it was a scary enough situation for me to go back to the dr. After several tests, a sleep study and a sleep latency test - I find out I have narcolepsy! Turns out the chronic pain, muscle weakness, and exhaustion I've just been fighting through my entire life isn't actually normal! I finished my degree, and kept working as an auditor in the same place but was now making $18 an hour. I had a flexible schedule so i could come in as early as i wanted to avoid rush hour or a little later if I was having a flair up. Things were OK until I was sexually assaulted at work. It was on camera but managers and HR would not let me see the tapes and tried to just sweep it under the rug. (I did press charges against the dude and he plead guilty in court buy that's irrelevant) I was so frustrated, stressed, and hurt by the situation that my narcolepsy and fibromyalgia flairs became much worse and my husband eventually convinced me to just quit already. He makes enough to support our house and that job was not worth the strain it was putting on me physically and mentally. So I quit. It has been 2 years and I have not had a job since. I miss having a purpose, and having income that actually felt gainful. The problem I have is that I live 45 minutes (with no traffic) from any major towns so I can't risk driving that far every day for work because of my narcolepsy. I need help or suggestions on what I can do to earn money that can be flexible enough that my narcolepsy won't cost me my job or my life. I'm sure it sounds like I'm just being a brat but I worked too hard for 20 years of my life dealing with all these health issues and getting a better education just to end up working at dollar general or walmart (which are the only things without 10 miles of my home). What is there that I can do remotely to earn a living that can be done around my defective health? Even if it's part time. Being a "home maker" has me feeling broken. This 2 years is the longest I have ever been without working. While I love all the time I get to spend with my daughter - I also loved being able to afford taking her places.

I’ve had it easy And I’ve been blessed To only suffer the feeling For those with less And those with more Of the carnage of war That pounds unwelcome at their door That brings down the roof And scars the youth Of tens of thousands Who are used to playing Going to school And maybe just losing their first front tooth And now a hand And now a leg And now a parent And now a friend And now a family And now a future And now the vividness of sense Vanishing with their view And what happens then, I cannot say I only see pictures of their pain This I’ve understood That I have had it good Though I’m trained to think that I’m in need By the vulturous advertiser’s greed And my problems have all been imagined ones Internal battles with my own demons The battles of one’s own existence The persistence of my own resistance To such inevitabilities of life: Universal failures, strivings, strife That distract all us living from our dying But again there are the very many Whose peace must come among with plenty of things not other than agonies Nothing other than tragedies, And not of chance but travesty The contortions of humanity The results of the depravity Of those hearts that are but a cavity And callous to the gravity Of a single person multiplied By the millions more amplified By the screaming of each and all The loudness of unanswered calls The desperate wails that overcome The visions of the tons and tons Of bodies piling in the sun The former loved and loving ones No longer… looking like… Persons For evil ideologues there are calculations: Who can we trick into taking our side? Who can we get to fund our supplies? When can we erase them and begin renovations? What can we gain from this mass starvation? And this is what the killers think That flesh and blood And beings that breathe Have no value guaranteed Not to mention the truths perceived In years and years of life elapsed In the children’s futures and elders’ pasts No different than buildings collapsed And we all can see Though some deny And others turn away their eyes We all can think And know the lies Forget for a second our piece of the pie We all can hear The babies’ cries How many more are going to die? If you have the power it’s time to decide

So today has been leg day, I mostly strength train, so with weights. As I was getting to some jumping bodyweight lunges AFTER all the with-weights exercises, I suddenly felt a pain in my left knee.
This has happened the last week's leg day as well. When I straighten my knee or put pressure on it, it aches.
I sit for 10 minutes and put less weight on my left knee and it goes away in say, less than 20mins. Now here I am, with the same situation.
The pain has stopped now as I was resting it. But why is this happening to my left knee suddenly, from the previous leg day? I'm not a beginner at the gym either.

I’ve had it easy And I’ve been blessed To only suffer the feeling For those with less And those with more Of the carnage of war That pounds unwelcome at their door That brings down the roof And scars the youth Of tens of thousands Who are used to playing Going to school And maybe just losing their first front tooth And now a hand And now a leg And now a parent And now a friend And now a family And now a future And now the vividness of sense Vanishing with their view And what happens then, I cannot say I only see pictures of their pain This I’ve understood That I have had it good Though I’m trained to think that I’m in need By the vulturous advertiser’s greed And my problems have all been imagined ones Internal battles with my own demons The battles of one’s own existence The persistence of my own resistance To such inevitabilities of life: Universal failures, strivings, strife That distract all us living from our dying But again there are the very many Whose peace must come among with plenty of things not other than agonies Nothing other than tragedies, And not of chance but travesty The contortions of humanity The results of the depravity Of those hearts that are but a cavity And callous to the gravity Of a single person multiplied By the millions more amplified By the screaming of each and all The loudness of unanswered calls The desperate wails that overcome The visions of the tons and tons Of bodies piling in the sun The former loved and loving ones No longer… looking like… Persons For evil ideologues there are calculations: Who can we trick into taking our side? Who can we get to fund our supplies? When can we erase them and begin renovations? What can we gain from this mass starvation? And this is what the killers think That flesh and blood And beings that breathe Have no value guaranteed Not to mention the truths perceived In years and years of life elapsed In the children’s futures and elders’ pasts No different than buildings collapsed And we all can see Though some deny And others turn away their eyes We all can think And know the lies Forget for a second our piece of the pie We all can hear The babies’ cries How many more are going to die? If you have the power it’s time to decide

I’ve had it easy
And I’ve been blessed
To only suffer the feeling
For those with less
And those with more
Of the carnage of war
That pounds unwelcome at their door
That brings down the roof
And scars the youth
Of tens of thousands
Who are used to playing
Going to school
And maybe just losing their first front tooth
And now a hand
And now a leg
And now a parent
And now a friend
And now a family
And now a future
And now the vividness of sense
Vanishing with their view
And what happens then, I cannot say
I only see pictures of their pain
This I’ve understood
That I have had it good
Though I’m trained to think that I’m in need
By the vulturous advertiser’s greed
And my problems have all been imagined ones
Internal battles with my own demons
The battles of one’s own existence
The persistence of my own resistance
To such inevitabilities of life:
Universal failures, strivings, strife
That distract all us living from our dying
But again there are the very many
Whose peace must come among with plenty
of things not other than agonies
Nothing other than tragedies,
And not of chance but travesty
The contortions of humanity
The results of the depravity
Of those hearts that are but a cavity
And callous to the gravity
Of a single person multiplied
By the millions more amplified
By the screaming of each and all
The loudness of unanswered calls
The desperate wails that overcome
The visions of the tons and tons
Of bodies piling in the sun
The former loved and loving ones
No longer…
looking like…
Persons
For evil ideologues there are calculations:
Who can we trick into taking our side?
Who can we get to fund our supplies?
When can we erase them and begin renovations?
What can we gain from this mass starvation?
And this is what the killers think
That flesh and blood
And beings that breathe
Have no value guaranteed
Not to mention the truths perceived
In years and years of life elapsed
In the children’s futures and elders’ pasts
No different than buildings collapsed
And we all can see
Though some deny
And others turn away their eyes
We all can think
And know the lies
Forget for a second our piece of the pie
We all can hear
The babies’ cries
How many more are going to die?
If you have the power it’s time to decide

I'm quitting coffee because it makes my IBS so much worse. A couple days earlier in the week, I had such bad diarrhea that I had to stay home. So Wednesday, Thursday and today (Friday), I have had no coffee. I normally have half a pot or so over the course of the morning.
Thursday during the day (about 30 hours into my no coffee) I started to have what felt like sciatica pain, or pain radiating from my buttocks to my lower back and down the backs of my thighs. I was also very stiff, for example I could not bend down and touch my toes (can do easily normally). I took ibuprofen and it went away.
Then last night (Thurs night, Fri morning) this pain happened again so intense it woke me up. It was really bad deep muscle pain that felt also a little burning. I took ibuprofen again and it eventually subsided enough I could go back to sleep. But Im exhausted from it this morning.
Could this be from the coffee withdrawals? I know it can cause muscle pains however I dont know if it requires zero caffeine for that. I did have two cups of tea yesterday so it seems like the coffee elimination symptoms would not be so strong?

This is more of a question for people that have gone through most of recovery or maybe those supplement nuts (respectfully of course lol). Did anyone start taking supplements or eating certain foods that helped with recovery, pain, stiffness, etc?

I have been going to my family doctor for over 15 plus years for various symptoms. Most recently i got blood work that ruled out rheumatoid arthritis, inflammation, thyroid disease, etc. He casually mentioned in the absence of other diagnoses it could be Fibro.
Since that visit i have been looking up fibro and i feel it could be possible and some of my issues make sense, except for the extreme sensitivity to touch, which I don't have. Although my thighs have always been slightly sensitive. Here's my list of ailments...what do you think?
Generalized deep dull aching of my lower back, leg muscles, and knees. Not all the time. Archillies Tendonitis in both feet, nothing has helped... Stiff and sore joint pain in my hands and elbows. Morning stiffness and also from sitting. Pulsatile tinnitus Crunchy neck Migraines Constipation most days Brain fog if im not careful what i eat in the mornings. Mental confusion in mornings some days, other days I'm spot on. Occasionally dizziness Some trigger points are sensitive but not extreme. Tiredness. Some days no amount of coffee can wake me up. Painful periods (pre menopause) Blood pressure on the low end, always.
Im 49 and I often say to my hubby, should i be having these issues, im still youngish? If i dont walk or do yoga, The muscle stiffness is rediculous.
What do you think? Up until now i haven't put all these symptoms together as possibly one disease.

Proportions: How do I property proportion things? Just eyeball it and hope it checks out? Like I see many people say “1 eye in between eyes, 2 eyes from top of nose to lips, 7 heads to make the body” but like… arms? What about the chin? I can draw a decent circle but gosh that chin placement screws with me… but I could just draw an eye and… locate the chin from there…. Anyway, what about arm and leg segments? How long/large should they be? 1 head each or more?
Volumes/colors: this is another thing I struggle with, I use procreate and would just like tips and tricks to know how to stay in color ranges
Rendering vs Shading: this is still confusing to me, is it a dialect difference or me being dumb?
Different starting styles: an example being the loomis method, the paper sheet method, and the “we ball” method of drawing a face. Or mannequin’s and the different ways to draw them. Either stick figures with ball joints, or just the dynamic line straight into a half made person minus clothes and certain muscle groups

I grew up physically and emotionally abused by my parents, in particular, my dad. I should preface this by saying my dad was stressed from working night shifts in the factory. And his parents didn’t like myself or my mom (dad married my mom who is a different Asian race) and growing up in Australia I never spoke my grandparents native language or either of my parents’ languages - mainly English, hence the disapproval. So it’s safe to say my dad was quite stressed at this time.
When I was 7 years of age, I had problems sleeping and my dad used to work night shifts. When I couldn’t sleep I would go to my parents room and tell them I couldn’t sleep. This was always followed by: “go to sleep, just lay there and you will sleep”, which I would try and follow, but after several hours of laying in bed, I would go back to my parents room to tell them I couldn’t sleep, for some reason I always felt very anxious when I couldn’t sleep as a kid. When I went back to their room it as always horrible for me ….
trigger warning*
My dad would then beat me really bad. He would hit me across the face to the point where I would go to school with a large bruise on my face. It was always hitting and punching my head or my arms (from trying to block my face). There were days I couldn’t move my arm because when I tried to block his strike, my arm would take the hit and it would be so painful. He would break down my door to get into my room after I would run into it to escape his beating. He would tape my arms and legs so that I couldn’t defend myself, and would spit on me and kick my stomach while I was taped and on the floor. He would strangle me so hard I begged him to stop multiple times. He would lock me out of the house in the middle of the night and tell me I can scream all I want, and that even if the police came, they wouldn’t be able to help me because going into foster care would be worse than what I was experiencing. I was so messed up. My mom would try to help me but eventually gave up because of dad’s force. He has never beaten my mom or my brother, just me. I was also emotionally abused if I forgot something when we were out shopping in the mall - if I spoke out of line and told him to lower his voice he would yell even louder and call me stupid. This is just the surface of what I went through…and it went on for about 8-9 years. Not everyday but most days. Their excuse was that my dad was the sole income earner, he was stressed and he was earning money to provide me with an education and better life. This is their way of showing “love”. My mom constantly reminds me that his actions were in the past and I should be appreciative of his care.
In my 20s, I had developed severe depression and anxiety and had to seek help from medical professionals to stop suicidal tendencies. Since gaining financial independence and moving away from them, it has helped my relationship with them and we are now cordial.
Fast forward and I’m now 34, happily married to a Caucasian and have a 3 year old together. Both my husband and I work full time and can only afford to place my daughter in childcare 4 days per week. One day per week we ask my parents to help us look after her while we work. They don’t like my husband, they judge my marriage and the way I parent my child. They constantly tell me that “white men” are no good and that my husband can’t offer me security. I do see they love my daughter but it feels like it is a huge burden for them to look after her. They claim they love taking care of her but then they say they have busy lives and don’t have time for themselves when they look after her. They constantly complain on the day they look after her.
Recently my daughter has been unwell with croup. We have taken her to 4 different doctors and they have all advised us to give neurofen or Panadol for discomfort and fevers. When my dad asked me what medication I give her, he said “don’t you know neurofen fu%ing causes coughing?” And I said that’s what the doctors advised and that there’s no evidence to his claim. I asked if he knew more than the doctor and he told me to “get out of my fu%ing sight”. Additionally my daughter vomitted on their carpet from being so sick, it was sudden and there was nothing anyone could have done to prevent her from vomitting on their carpet. May I remind you she’s only 3. My parents were more concerned about the carpet than my daughter!
My question is… is this normal? I feel like I have reached my limit and want to cut out the toxicity and cut ties. My daughter loves them both but I just feel it is so unhealthy being around them. Thoughts??
**I have tried talking to them about it without any success.

Hello all, I have a misaligned atlas and a loss in my neck curve , thats probably the cause of my constant dizziness feeling (for one year now).
With that dizziness I have some weird other symptoms like: -balance issues -blurry vision left eye -arm/hand weakness -feeling like fainting -tingling in face -head feels reall heavy -neck pain - and others…
Since i had the dizziness beginning i started to crack my own neck as it got me a tiny bit relieve sometimes…
I want to a new PT a couple weeks ago and he started to bend and force my neck and back to crack… i feel horrible since that!
I feel some very weak and tingly/hot legs for 2-3 days now…
Could it be possible that i compressed my spinal cord? Should I seek the ER?

I’ve been slowly starting to suspect I have some form of EDS: - as a child, I used to dislocate my knee from kneeling or just bending it weird. Sometimes as an adult I have felt like my hip is “off” and I have to stretch and sort of “pop” it back into place. My toe joints feel all weird sometimes and are prone to aching if I step wrong. - looked at beighton scale, scored something like a 6? Both pinkies bend 90 degrees, can touch my thumb to forearm on at least one arm, can lie my palms flat on floor without bending my knees, and a physical therapist already told me my elbow is hyper flexible when I went to get an ulnar nerve injury looked at. - I bruise very easily. Most of the time I don’t even know where I got my bruises. Basically, if I feel a little pain it’s going to bruise. I also always bruise when I have blood drawn if they don’t put a lot of pressure on it afterwards. - I have pretty noticeable pectus excavatum - I have an ADHD diagnosis and I suspect autism as well since all my siblings have it. - Extremely dry skin. I always have to put lotion on my hands after washing them, no matter how gentle the soap. AC also dries it up a lot. I have to carry thick hand lotion with me everywhere. - low muscle tone - idk if this is anything but I have a 100% overbite which, according to every orthodontist i’ve seen about it, was caused by my lower jaw not developing at the same rate as the rest of me. My jaw also used to get dislocated and “locked” growing up but that has mostly stopped since i figured out what movements to avoid.
My mom has always struggled with poor muscle tone and asthma. My younger siblings are definitely hyper mobile: my brother’s thumb knuckle bends almost 90 backwards just from giving a thumbs up.
Is this enough to go on, do y’all think? Or do you think I should look at something else. I’m pretty new to all this and tbh there’s already enough wrong with me, I kind of don’t want more. But I’m also worried about potential health problems in the future if I DO have something and ignore it. Thanks in advance.

My legs are burning and aching. 10 days. Brief breaks. Thighs predominantlyqll night and day.. I feel nauseous. It's non stop. For the ladies it feel like awful period pain in my thighs. Burning and aching so bad! Is this ms? I'm only newly diagnosed and terrified. I went to the dr scared it was a blood clot. They had a feel said no but have me booked for an ultrasound . Anyone? I'm freaking out that my ms has gotten worse. I'm new to all this.