It hit me a few weeks back—seven months postpartum—and honestly? It’s the kind of pain I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. I couldn't even get out of bed, let alone lift my baby without struggling. I did four days of Voltaren injections plus seven days of Knavon pills; it passed, but I’m still not quite 100%.
Now I’m starting physical therapy, and I’ve gotta totally overhaul my routine. Otherwise, I’m stuck carrying grocery bags and a 20-pound baby up three flights of stairs every single day—plus my stroller is a 35-pound beast that I have to haul in and out of the trunk constantly. Every. Single. Day. Crazy, right? But I know I can handle it. 🙄
The pain you're describing sounds legit, though I'd really suggest getting a full checkup just to make sure nothing went sideways after delivery. Until then, I totally feel for you—it’s seriously scary. Hang in there, okay? You've got this. 🙂
Amy Brown13 said:I had to jump in here because I’m dealing with the exact same headache situation.😢 I actually dealt with them before I had my baby, but now? It’s absolute insanity. My head hurts every single day or every other day—sometimes it's this sharp, intense burst, and other times it's just a dull, constant ache. I'm losing my mind. Plus, my back is completely shot from carrying the baby around. It's been 7 weeks since delivery and these headaches aren't letting up. I had a standard vaginal birth—no epidural, barely even an IV, everything went smooth. No crazy hormone issues during pregnancy either. I'm breastfeeding now. I've never struggled with anemia before, at least not until now. Should I hit up my primary care doctor to get some blood work done? I am seriously struggling. And as soon as the weather shifts, I'm totally screwed.🙏 🙏 🙏
Man, it’s like you’re describing my life... from A to Z. Only difference is, I didn't have any issues before I was pregnant...
My back is killing me too—honestly can't tell if it hurts more when I'm sitting, standing, or lying down... ( Go see your doctor. I'm actually heading in tomorrow to get blood work done, so I'll let you know what they find.
edit: this link links pregnancy-related headaches—both during and after birth—to hormone-driven migraines (estrogen or, less often, oxytocin since you're nursing). give it a read, there's some good advice in there 🙂
edit2: and this site says it could actually be neurological, so maybe worth seeing a neurologist to check things like intracranial pressure and stuff.
epidural—NOPE!
crazy, it never even crossed my mind that hormones could trigger this kind of pain...
definitely hitting up my primary care doc regardless.
I’ve been dealing with these chronic headaches for the last two weeks—the intensity fluctuates, but the pain is just... always there, even when I'm trying to sleep.
Baby is 6.5 weeks old now. Delivery went great—vaginal birth with induction, took about 2 hours. This is my second kid; my oldest son is 7.
The little guy is honestly such a good baby—nursing and sleeping well. We deal with some occasional colic, but he doesn't even cry through it—just kind of grunts. He eats roughly every three hours, wakes up at night to nurse and then goes right back to sleep. My husband handles the cleaning, my mom helps with laundry, and I manage the cooking, so I wouldn't say I'm totally exhausted or running on zero sleep, but yeah... I'm definitely tired.
I'm not getting more than three hours of sleep at a stretch (we did hit a 5-hour stretch a couple of times), but I try to nap during the day while he's down.
Since we're breastfeeding, I'm really trying to eat healthy and I'm drinking massive amounts of fluids—mostly just water. Otherwise, I'm pretty healthy.
Anyway, since this headache won't quit, I'm starting to get a bit worried. Just wanted to see if anyone else has gone through something similar or had any experiences with this?
Then again, like I said, I have a really sweet, easygoing baby—maybe it's just the exhaustion catching up to me? I've never really had issues with headaches before this.
Elizabeth Nguyen10 said:I'd just call it traditional, I guess—nobody talks about this kind of stuff, just work, school, the usual grind... they can tell something's off with me, but they probably just tell themselves I'm fine to make it easier... honestly, I'm just sick of all this... And about that support thing—like I said, having them in my corner would be way better than heading to some doctor where everyone says they treat you like garbage...
That's just not true, man—don't generalize like that. You gotta give it a shot; you aren't losing anything but a few hours of your life.
Elizabeth Nguyen10 said:Man, whenever I finally work up the nerve to actually say something, my brain just totally short-circuits—I feel like I’m just babbling nonsense, like it's all my own damn fault... I CAN'T EVEN EXPLAIN IT... and I'm not even expecting you to get it...
Look, I actually get this way more than you think.
So just stop the self-pity loop and start taking control!
I know it's tough as hell—and if telling your parents feels impossible right now, just skip that part for a bit.
Just make an appointment with your primary care doctor and be real with them. Honestly, just getting yourself through the door and sitting in that exam room is already a massive win.
Once you actually start tackling the issue, you'll eventually feel ready to bring your parents into the loop.
You aren't rambling, you aren't stupid, and you aren't crazy. You've just got a problem that needs fixing. There's zero shame in being sick.
Just stay brave! We all have way more grit in us than we realize...
Elizabeth Nguyen10 said:Thanks for the input, but seriously, read my earlier posts if you actually want to understand why I'm still struggling this much...😉
I don't get it—I’ve read everything here and it's pretty obvious—if you've been feeling this crappy for years, you need to go get some help.
Everything you just laid out—the fear, the isolation, the denial, all that negativity... it's just depression talking. That's why you're struggling.
We gotta figure out what's actually causing this—then we can start fixing the problem.
If you just let things spiral and hope they fix themselves... man, it’s only gonna get worse.
Why even bother telling your parents? It clearly adds an extra layer of stress—and let's be real, family dynamics are usually way messier than they look on the surface.
Look, you're 22. You're a full-on adult now.
My advice? First, just own the fact that you're going through a rough patch right now. Admit you need some help—it’s not a big deal, and it’s definitely not the end of the world. Then, just go see a GP. They can talk things through with you to figure out the next steps—maybe they'll prescribe something to take, or maybe they'll refer you to a psychiatrist who can get you on the right treatment plan.
Depression is basically just a serotonin deficiency in the brain, and it's totally manageable with meds. I don't get why you're making it such a struggle.
You know what? Even though I’ve never stepped foot in the cosmetics and fashion section before, I am officially tuning in from now on—because apparently, Big Brother, Esmeralda, and that whole other mess are nothing compared to him.
Seriously, whoever thought they could jump into an argument—especially in that thread over at the unknown—should have been ready to get absolutely shredded. That's it. Like they say, no regrets after you've gone all in. You can't have it both ways. (That's honestly why I stayed quiet on that topic—I definitely would've ended up getting banned 🙈)
And yeah, Hannah Davis18—you're a legend. We'd basically have to invent someone like you if you weren't here. 👍🙏
Stupidity hasn't gone anywhere—it just shifted its frequency over to these absolute nobodies🤷
Miki3 lives forever🤷
Miki3 .... 🙂 😢 🙂 🙂
I totally agree that the quality of the topics and posts has tanked big time—especially since those witty, sarcastic hazelnut lovers finally bailed on us...
Jeffrey Stewart4 said:I am fully aware, deep down, that walking away would be the better choice—honestly, it would have been best if I had never even started this journey—but... I just can't bring myself to leave; I simply can't. How am I supposed to just abandon him? I want him to know that I’ll be there, standing by his side, ready to help if he falls back into that hole again. But at the same time, I need him to tell me the truth, because I feel like I've earned that much. Back when he was using, he wasn't one of those guys out committing crimes or stealing from neighbors, mostly because he comes from such a well-to-do family. The only people he's truly hurt are his parents and his sister. He has betrayed their trust a thousand times over, and they are living in fear, just like I am.
Helping an addict? Don't you realize he has to actually want to get clean himself? From what I can see, he's at the stage where he won't even admit he has a problem...😢
Look, honey, you don't want to leave. Just admit that to yourself and everyone else here.
Staying with an addict is your own choice.
So, since you've made that call, you've gotta accept everything that comes with it—the endless tears, the excuses, the lies, the constant uphill battles, the broken trust... all of it.
I wish you all the luck in the world and hope you find the strength to deal with all the crap heading your way.
Honestly, I don't even get why you even started this thread? 🤷
Christian Sanchez4 said:All jokes aside, I see your point. I completely agree with you—the percentage of people who actually pull themselves out of a deep hole is incredibly small. That said, I think there are slightly more than 5% of us out there.😁
I’ll jump in here for a moment, speaking as someone who has spent plenty of time stuck in the mud and has been granted countless opportunities by those closest to me—both with and without prejudice.🙂
I can't summarize my lifelong struggle against prejudice in just a few sentences, so I won't attempt it here. But let's just say I have a profound dislike😁 for all forms of bias, from the mildest to the most malicious.
You wrote that very well. If we were discussing any other topic besides addiction, I would be right there with you. however xD Addiction operates under its own set of rules. You mention crime or various setbacks, but you can't group narcotic dependency in the same category as theft, fraud, or lying—even though it certainly shares some of those traits.😁 I'm not sure if you've ever had a loved one struggling with addiction. Trying to "negotiate" with someone in that state, or trying to appeal to their logic, intellect, or the love and connection you share... please don't take this personally, but I don't think😁 it's logical. It's only natural that you're trying to apply the same pattern of trust and second chances that you've used in other life struggles to the issue of addiction. Hell, we're all wired that way. They were at Walmart😁 but that approach just doesn't work. An addict cannot pull themselves out alone. Sure, they need support. But it isn't the kind of support that leaves them even an inch of breathing room to act as a participant in their own recovery. Support for an addict must be strong, strict, uncompromising, and merciless. It has to be deaf and blind to all their suggestions, their inputs, their delusions, their desperate attempts to withdraw, and their lies—to every miserable human impulse that will inevitably surface. Because it will. You simply cannot trust an addict. Even later, once the chemicals are physically out of their system and they begin to navigate the standard agony of processing the real world and their place in it, the person helping them needs at least two faces. One face provides the rehabilitated person with therapy and support, instilling the willpower and strength needed to start healing their own wounds and awakening the intellect required to eventually return to reality. The second face must be ruthless and firm, uncompromisingly monitoring every vacant stare, every conversational slip, and every shift in body language. This second face must be ready to grab that pathetic individual and drag them back to solid ground, regardless of any brilliantly crafted or pathetic little lies, pleas, promises, or "bla bla," the moment they sense that person starting to drift toward the bottom. And it will happen. Over and over again. This "recovery" process takes forever... sometimes I wonder how the people who truly love me and stayed by my side (and there aren't many🙂) finally reached the stage where they could actually trust me again. I try to replay the movie in my head to figure out when that turning point was. I think it took years and years of me maintaining a "normal" life—just the daily grind of a standard, boring existence—before they stopped counting how many pills I had left unswallowed, checking the trash for empty bottles, or rifling through my makeup bag, things like that... And very often, when I mention taking something as basic as a 1.5 mg Xanax, I can see that long, piercing look in their eyes. I know they aren't doing it on purpose; it’s just an instinctual reaction, a way to keep tabs on me.
To wrap things up: of course, support means everything. I don't know what would have happened to me if I hadn't received it (though, honestly, I think I would have pulled through somehow because I know exactly how my brain was wired back then, but I'm not trying to brag😬). In the end, it was pure spite that saved me. My own, most basic, primal, and perhaps even childish spite. But without support, the struggle would have been much bloodier and more miserable, with outcomes no one can predict. But you can try and try until you burn out and vanish into your own effort if you are trying to help someone who is unreachable. It is simply impossible. At first glance, it seems like you should be able to break through to anyone if you try hard enough. That is the trap😁 because you absolutely cannot. And it feels devastating when, after X number of years, you realize you've just slammed yourself against a wall that you have zero chance of moving.
If I were in Jeffrey Stewart4's shoes, knowing everything I know now—I would leave. I would mourn, cry, wipe my tears, pick up whatever pieces of my heart were left, and move on. Walking away is far less painful than staying. But it isn't about it being less painful; it's about what is fair for her. It's the right thing to do.
Signed, a woman who walked away from an addict.
Honey, just run before it's too late.
There is zero chance of happiness until he gets completely clean.
Addicts have twisted personalities and totally warped morals.
They’re selfish—everything they do is just to feed the habit.
Megan White4 said:And what exactly do you think I'm doing right now with everything I've got going on? 🙄
My bad, didn't catch all the intro posts... 🙈
If that's the direction you're heading, then honestly, just go for it. 👍
When you hit a certain age—I personally think 25 is the magic number—you really need to move out from your parents' place. It's better for everyone involved, both for you and for them. 😉
Honestly, I think you just need to grab that degree, knock it out ASAP, start making some real money, and finally move out of your mom's place to get your own life going.
So, the violation happened back in late July 2006—I'd slightly puffed up my 🙈.... I filed an appeal within the 8-day legal window, and since then, I haven't heard a peep from the court. I've moved twice in the meantime, changing my address both times.
Now, the cops have already shown up at my current address twice—I'm assuming they were trying to serve me a summons, but I didn't get it.
Since the statute of limitations is only about two and a half months away, I’m wondering what the move is here. Should I just take the summons, head to court, and fight the ruling? Or should I just stay under the radar for another two months? Honestly, I'm a little worried they might issue a warrant and catch me off guard somewhere.