So I was taught a lesson in how to get rid of a migraine in 30 seconds and omfg listen my migraines don’t go away ever but I was shown what part of my body to touch and like???????????????
It’s witchcraft????????? Like I would be burned at the stake if I lived in ye olde days knowing that information?????
What the fuck??????
Spill it! Lol….Hooooowwwww?? Had migraines since age 9….😓😓😓
Its called the T4 push, but I literally can’t find the info online????? I guess I’m not searching good enough? These medical fuckers are holdin out on us lol.
It’s best to have someone do this for you while you stand up and relax your muscles as best you can, but if you’re alone, a tennis ball and a flat surface will probably work. Alternatively you can lie on the edge of a bed at the pressure point. (But no really do try to find someone to do it for you)
Find the area in your spine between either the first, second, third, or fourth vertebrae. It should be sore and uncomfortable to press down on, so look for the one that’s most painful, and press down with as much pressure as you can on that area for 30 seconds.
Realize that 80% of your pain has magically disappeared and keep the info secret if you live in a small puritan town, lest you be tried for witchcraft.
If you don’t have to worry about being burned or hanged, then share the info with your migraine suffering friends.
As someone who wrote a 10k word paper on pressure points for a high belt ranking test in her martial arts class, I can tell you that you just found a pressure point used in acupressure and acupuncture to relieve pain, particularly that in the head. 🙂
Hand to god we discovered this by accident when my husband was rubbing my neck and I nearly collapsed it felt so good
This post was sent by literal angels??? I’ve had a persistent low-level headache for nearly 24hrs and now it’s gone??? In 30 seconds? What gods did you sacrifice to for this information!?!?
As a medical massage therapist, I thought I would give my two cents.
This is good for tension migranes and normal migraines, but actually pretty useless for sinus migraines. It’ll help for a hot second, but quickly come back. (These are usually the migraines behind your eyes, in your ears, and behind your forehead. Sometimes it can feel like jaw pain or TMJ) for sinus migraines, behind the ear in a divot. Press down firmly and pull towards your collarbone. That’ll drain your sinuses. Also, pressing around the eye socket on the cheekbones help. There is also a little triangle up away from the eye in the eyebrow bone. Press and hold pretty hard and that’ll relieve that behind the forehead pain. Also, ear pulling is great to help move sinuses around.
Don’t forget the temples too! Press firmly and hold. Open and close your jaw while holding your temples. It’ll feel weird, but it’ll help with jaw pain. It’ll work a similar way if you hold the jaw joint under your cheekbone.
And never underestimate the power of a foot massage!! Give minutes can be all the difference!! Our feet are our base. If they hurt even a little, somewhere else in your body will hurt. Treat your feet and sinuses kindly!
As a lifelong sufferer from frequent migraines I will reblog this everytime I see it, for myself and my fellow sufferers!!
William Goldman, the two-time Academy Award winning screenwriter who also one of the most respected writers about the inner workings of Hollywood, not to mention the author of the novel, The Princess Bride, which he later adapted into the classic 1987 film, has passed away. He was 87 years old.
Born in Chicago, Goldman graduated from Oberlin College in 1952 and, following a stint in the army, earned a Masters Degree from Columbia University in 1956. Goldman first began his career as a novelist, releasing a string of popular novels in the late 1950s and early 1960s, two of which (Soldier in the Rain and No Way to Treat a Lady) were turned into films without Goldman’s involvement in the screenplay.
During the 1960s, Goldman turned to Broadway, where he wrote a play with his brother, James. The brothers also wrote a musical with John Kander. During this time, Goldman was first approached by Hollywood. While trying to get a third novel of his (Boys and Girls Together), adapted into a film, Goldman was given the chance to adapt the Ross MacDonald novel, The Moving Target. The resulting film, Harper, starring Paul Newman, was a major critical and commercial success. Goldman then wrote his first original screenplay, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. He sold the script for $400,000, the highest anyone had been paid for a screenplay at the time. The resulting film (also starring Paul Newman, along with Robert Redford) was a blockbuster and Goldman won the Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay.
During this point, Goldman took a year off to write a book about the 1968 Broadway Theater season. This established Goldman as a respected writer about popular culture. The 1970s saw Goldman write a number of screenplays, including hits like The Stepford Wives, Marathon Man (based on his novel of the same name) and All The President’s Men. The latter film, about Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein’s coverage of Watergate, won Goldman his second Oscar for Best Adapted Screenplay.
In 1973, Goldman wrote the novel, The Princess Bride, a clever fairy tale in which the novel was presented as though it was an abridged version of a classic novel. Goldman would later write the screenplay for the 1987 film adaptation directed by Rob Reiner. The film has become a cult classic. Reiner then enlisted Goldman into adapting Stephen King’s Misery, which was a big hit and earned Kathy Bates an Academy Award for Best Actress.
During the 1980s, Goldman released a memoir of his time in Hollywood titled Adventures in the Screen Trade. In the book, he coined the classic phrase that was his summation of the entertainment industry, “Nobody knows anything.” Goldman wrote a number of other non-fiction books, as well, including a book about following New York sports for a year with sportswriter Mike Lupica.
More recently, he adapted Misery for a Broadway play in 2015 and he had been trying to adapt The Princess Bride for a musical for years.
Today’s drabble is dedicated to @teamsavingmyles to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY month! I hope your November is full of the most awesome of things! ❤
“Popcorn?”
“Popcorn.” Rena Rouge tossed a zipped bag to Chat Noir and he caught it with a grin.
“I’ve got drinks.” Carapace unzipped a cooler and started handing out cups. “I made this punch stuff my mom does for parties that is so good and I got it wrong twice before this so I hope you like it.”
“He’s feeling very fragile about the punch so everyone better be nice,” Rena Rouge cooed, rubbing his arm and getting a fond smile in return.
“I’m not sure how I feel about these pillows yet. I may have Daddy buy different ones for next time.” Queen Bee leaned back on her elbows. “They aren’t quite plush enough.”
“I think they’re nice.” Ladybug yanked a blanket out of her bag too hard and fell back into Chat Noir. He steadied her with a grin.
“You could give a guy ideas, m’lady.”
“Just keep those in that fuzzy little head of yours, mmkay?” she teased, tapping his nose. She went back to the bag and rummaged around. “No!”
“What?!”
“The croissants and cookies! I had a bunch to bring and I must’ve left them in my room when I was trying to get my blanket in my bag.” Ladybug gazed longingly in the direction of the bakery. “I guess I’ll go get them.”
“You’ll miss the beginning of the movie,” Rena Rouge argued. “We’ve got plenty of popcorn and punch.”
“If you like that sort of thing,” Queen Bee drawled but winked in their direction. “Which I do, obviously.”
“But it was going to be perfect! Some of the cookies were even iced like little movie reels for the movie.” She gestured miserably to the large projection screen set up in the park below them. Couples and groups of friends were gathered on the grass as the heroes hung out on the roof of the building across the street.
“Aww, it’s okay, Bugaboo,” Chat Noir soothed, pulling her close. “You can just bring them for us on patrol tomorrow.”
“Wait, I’m not patrolling tomorrow,” Queen Bee sniffed. “What if I wanted cookies?”
“I’m not patrolling either,” Carapace commented, looking to his girlfriend who shook her head.
“Aww, that’s a shame,” Chat Noir grinned, still hugging Ladybug to him. “More for us, I guess.”
“Selfish Chaton.” She poked his side and he released her with a laugh.
“It’s starting!” Rena Rouge pulled one of the blankets towards her and snuggled close to Carapace as the opening scene of the movie began to play below.
Queen Bee grabbed her own blanket and and pulled the fur-lined edge up under her chin with a content sigh.
“Did you forget your blanket?” Ladybug whispered, already lifting the edge of hers for Chat Noir to snuggle in beside her.
“Would you believe me if I said yes?”
“Not in a million years.”
He wound his arm around her waist and cuddled close under the blanket. “It was worth a shot,” he said with a smile.
Today’s drabble is dedicated to @3laxx and @tbehartoo to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY month! I hope your November is amazing and wonderful! ❤
“Trust me, I know what I’m doing,” Carapace grinned, holding his shield out like a frisbee. “Mostly.”
“See, the last time you said that in this position, I ended up taking you to the emergency room for a concussion,” Rena Rouge replied, crossing her arms. “And I gotta tell you, as cute as you looked in a hospital gown with the back all hanging free, I’m not into the idea of going through that again.”
“Yeah, Wayzz wasn’t very happy about it either,” he winced. “But I think I’ve really got it down this time.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Have faith in me!”
Her expression softened. “I always do. Show me what you’ve got, Turtle Boy.”
“Okay, just watch the shield.” He glanced back at her once more before rolling his shoulders back. “Shelldome!” he yelled, flicking the shield out. Sparking green light followed the shield as it flew out a bit and then curved, making a circuit around them. The green light met in a full perimeter and shield shot up into the air and arched to fall back to Carapace’s waiting hand.
He stumbled back with the impact but held onto the edge of the shield with a solid grip. Rena Rouge looked up and around them in wonder as the green light formed a shell-like dome.
“Wayzz and I were trying to work out the logistics,” he explained with a proud flush. “This way, if there is an akuma rampaging through the city or something, I’ll be able to protect more people at once that what I can do with Shellter Shock.”
The entire show is just Marinette, Adrien, and Gabriel Agreste LARPing
“Haha, Ladybug, now prepare to meet your DOOM!!”
THWACK!!
“Ouch! You’ll pay for that, Hawkmoth!!” Ladybug yelled, clutching her shoulder. She grabbed her yoyo and started twirling it, trying to focus on where she should attack in retaliation.
Hawkmoth glared at her.
“No, Ladybug,” he said, breaking character and using a tone best reserved for explaining things to a small child. “I hit your arm with my sword. It’s gone. You can’t use your yoyo in that hand. You have to put it behind your back!”
“Uh, no, Hawkmoth,” Ladybug retorted, mockingly using the same tone as him. “What part of ‘indestructible suits’ did you miss? My arm’s in my suit. It’s protected.”
“Wha–? That’s–ridiculous!!” Hawkmoth exclaimed. “That means I can’t injure you anywhere except your head!”
“Yup.”
“And I can’t attack your head or I’ll be disqualified!!”
“Yup,” Ladybug said, grinning.
“THEN, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WIN??”
“Uh, you’re not,” Chat Noir said, grinning up from where he lay on the ground. “You wanted to play the villain, Dad. But the heroes always win.”
“You can try to disable us or take our Miraculouses, but no serious injuries,” Ladybug agreed. “Besides, there are kids watching.” She used her thumb to indicate the crowd behind her, where Nino was playing fight music, Alya was recording, and Manon was still playing with the dolls she’d been given after she’d been ‘defeated’ as Puppeteer earlier, while the rest of the crowd watched with varying degrees of interest. Manon eagerly waved back.
“Now, Ladybug and Chat Noir, kiss!!” the little girl yelled happily, smashing her two dolls together.
Chat quickly flipped to his feet. “I’m game!” he said excitedly, leaning towards Ladybug. She tweaked his nose.
“None of that, you,” she chided. “You’re supposed to be dead on the ground, remember? You already had your big betrayed-and-dying scene.”
“Yeah, but the power of true love could revive me,” Chat pouted.
“Sorry, Manon,” Ladybug was already calling. “But I already broke your power over us! Thanks for trying to help, though!”
“Awwwww….” Both Manon and Chat groaned in disappointment.
“True love conquers all would be a great ending to the story!” Alya called. “You guys might want to wrap this up soon anyway. I think it’s gonna rain soon!”
“Oooo, Umbrella Scene, Part 2?” Chat suggested, waggling his eyebrows. Ladybug rolled her eyes at him, unable to keep the smile off her face.
“Lay back down on the ground, chaton.”
“Yes, ma’am!” Chat said, flopping down and keeping his suggestive tone.
“If you’re going to kiss him, remember the children,” Hawkmoth grumbled, still upset.
“You leave them alone and let them do their thing!” Emilie Agreste called from the crowd.
“I’M TRYING TO DEFEAT THEM TO SAVE YOU!” Hawkmoth yelled back at her. “DON’T YOU DARE TAKE THEIR SIDE! IT’S STILL TRUE LOVE CONQUERS ALL IF I WIN!!”
“NOT IF I DON’T GET ANY GRANDBABIES!!”
“This is not that kind of LARP!” Ladybug yelped. In the crowd, Alya and Nino collapsed, laughing.
“Ugh, you are so stubborn,” Hawkmoth grumbled.
“Mo-om, damsels in distress aren’t supposed to interfere!” Chat called.
“Neither are dead cats, sweetie!!”
“Ugh, attacked by both parents,” Chat whined, pretending to be dead again. He opened his eye to look at Hawkmoth. “I forget where we even were in the story.”
“Your mother has that ability,” Hawkmoth agreed, rolling his eyes.
“Marinette?! Are those two talking smack about me?!” Emilie called, standing up. Hawkmoth and Chat froze.
“Say no! Say no!” Chat whispered to Ladybug frantically.
“Yes, Mrs. Agreste!” Ladybug called, smiling at the two men sweetly.
Emilie stormed onto the field, right up into Hawkmoth’s face.
“You’re still supposed to be dead,” he said uneasily.
“Miraculous recovery,” she said, giving him an innocent smile, before reaching up and grabbing him by the Moth Brooch. Then she turned to the two teenagers nearby. “Ladybug, Chat Noir, thank you for saving Paris, but your services are no longer required. My husband and I are going to have a chat about the ‘greater good.’”
Hawkmoth gulped as she dragged him back towards the house.
“Deus ex machina-mama,” Chat chortled, standing back up again.
“Bye bye, little butterfly!” Ladybug called after them. Hawkmoth made a face at her.
“I would say ‘pound it,’ but again, little kids watching!” Chat added.
Am I the only one who would get weirdly stressed out every time Adora left her sword somewhere and then it’d magically appear in her hand in the next scene
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