روايات وقصص ضمن Badan Terasa Berat Dan Pegal

AMELIA : I can't understand how i feel right now. I’ve been feeling unwell for several days since my friends spiked my drink that night. My joints hurt as if I have a flu. Especially in the mornings, I feel intense dizziness, and sometimes I even feel nauseous. Maybe I have an upset stomach.

My knees feels like a jelly and can't support my weight anu longer. My body feels weaker than the usual. Shit, I think I'n catching cold. I was about to collapse on the ground when a warm arms catched me. I leaned on his chest and let my weight be a burden to him. I don't care if he's a good person or not. I'm too tired to resist the danger this fucking world has been throwing to my life. "You look fragile," I heard him sighed. "Let me bring you home." I shook my head and gripped on his shirt.

Paloma I woke up this morning feeling nauseated and tired like I did an heavy job before I slept. It started at the beginning of this week, that is one of the reasons I have been in bed for days. My breast were hurting and I had backaches, maybe it is because my periods are close. I pulled the straps of my nights wear down to stare at my breast. My areola was a little bit darkened, my boobs felt heavy and sore, touching it was out of it, it was too tender for any touch.

Milana My head is spinning and I'm literally seeing double as I stare at the ceilings. It's Saturday and I'm supposed to be on my way home, but I can't move. I feel so fucking weak and I'm running temperature. My whole body feels like it's on fire and I can't move an inch.

I stretched my arms, back, and legs. My muscles still felt weak. Heavy. Practically my entire body ached. I had limited mobility the past couple of days. Only a few hours after taking pain pills would I feel just a wee bit strained, and only then was I able to do some work on my phone and computer. I hoped Mykaela wasn't too busy for a quick call. She most likely was. The statistics I'd seen on the local news were nothing short of alarming. I should check up on her. I felt like I hadn't seen and heard her voice in weeks.

The hum of machines, the glow of screens, the logic of data, it was a rhythm she had wanted, a part of herself she had denied for too long. But under all of that excitement, a strange heaviness lingered in her body. Her limbs felt a little slower, her head a little foggy, a dull ache pulsing behind her temples. No amount of coffee or determination seemed to shake it. She rubbed her wrists and temples gently, trying to ease the discomfort.

I am afraid something might happen again. And then... a cold breeze touches my skin so I begen to cross my arm and gently caressed both of my shoulder. I noticed that I forgot to bring the jacket again. So I kept my position that way so The coldness that I am feeling will be lessen. While I am walking I felt that my knees are weak already It must've been because of my work. I've doing the serving earlier so maybe that's why my knees are weak. So I sat down on one of the bench there and started to massage my knees.

She resigned herself to sipping water also, her stomach feeling as if it wasn’t going to be able to handle much more than the one biscuit. Her legs were feeling unusually more achy than usual, her hair more itchy on the back of her neck, and the acne spots at her temples more painful and irritating. Nothing felt right with her body, and the constant, thrumming pain of her right arm wasn’t making anything better either.

At least, it was until the soreness kicked in. Every part of her body ached. Her muscles felt stiff and exhausted. Her legs felt like jelly, her hips protested every slight movement, her arms were heavy, and even her stomach felt tight and sore. It was quite the way to start the morning. Silvana had never experienced anything like this throughout all her previous one-night encounters. Good grief.

Clara let out a groan as she woke up feeling her body sore from yesterday's activity. She tried to shift her weight but a sharp, deep ache tore through her entire lower body, making a soft grunt escape her lips. Her thigh felt weak, her muscles entirely spent and her core throbbing with a heavy, lingering warmth. Slowly, she forced her eyelids open, and the bright sun from the window pierced her eyes, making her half close her eyes. The bright sun illuminated the bedroom making it look warm.