Got a Headache? Try This First.

From Phoebe Chi “puppydoc” at wordperss.

Musings of PuppyDoc

Do you ever get headaches? Do you sometimes hesitate to pop a pill or find yourself without pain medications? I do. Therefore, I would like to share with you a technique that I find personally helpful for head and neck discomfort that you too can easily do anytime, anywhere.

Pressure Points and How They Work

Many headaches–especially those brought on by stress, fatigue, or anxiety–are caused by tightness in the neck and facial muscles that in turn diminish local blood circulation. One way to improve this circulation is to stimulate the nerves that regulate it by applying pressure to certain areas called pressure points. Stimulation of these points helps relax tense muscles and improve blood flow, and for many people, can bring immediate relief. 

How to Use This Guide

The purpose of this post is to illustrate the locations of some of the pressure points known to be effective…

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The Waning (Lou Gehrig’s Disease)

Stunning. Phoebe Chi, “Puppy”Doc. Does Her Universe hold 96-hour days? Where does she find time to do all this? My advice: go to PuppyDoc blog and see what wonders occur. This one musing on A.L.S. is but on aspect of this many-attributed young lady.

Musings of PuppyDoc

You already knew.
Gaze unflinching, 

you told us to say the words.

Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis

A. L. S.

Despite sparse questions,
your eyes revealed
an understanding far deeper
than our answers-

that with one moment,
robbed were you

of the years ahead,
of memories awaiting,
of stories belonging to you.
Now lost.

Strength dissolving,
your conviction remains

You savor
each passing sunrise.

Each caress, each step.
For you know.
As your legs cease to support,
arms stop to comply,
you still feel
your child’s touch.

Absorbing her love.
you don’t care the roles
have been reversed

as you yearn
to return her embrace.

As its hunger ascends,
You treasure
the remaining days.

Every word, every smile.
For you know.
Soon it
consumes your voice,

drains your visage,
until all that is left is
the silence
of a vacant mask.

Unable to reflect
your thought’s grin,

your heart’s laugh,
your soul tears
as you blink away the moisture.

As your breaths
increasingly betray you,

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