Badan Terasa Berat Dan Pegal Novels & Stories

This was simply a hot potato. She wailed and lay flat on the sofa when she suddenly felt a little pain in her stomach. This made her panic all of a sudden, and she ran to the bathroom to take a look. Fortunately, there was no blood. However, such pain always made her uneasy. After taking the medicine, she called Dr. Lighton. After asking about her symptoms, Dr. Lighton replied, "It should be caused by overworking and lack of rest. I also saw the news on the internet. Last night at the jewelry exhibition, you were wearing high heels and standing for a long time. Your body couldn't bear it."

“It’s just the heat.” She didn’t buy it. But she didn’t push—at least not yet. The days continued, and so did the signs. My body started aching in strange places—my lower back, mostly, and the inside of my thighs. My legs felt heavier. Some nights, my chest felt… swollen. Sore. I adjusted my uniform twice before giving up and sewing the buttons differently to loosen the pressure across my bust. Still, I told myself it was nothing. Just exhaustion. Stress.

I reached out to hit the snooze button, but my arm felt like it was made of lead, and I had to summon all my energy just to move it. With a heavy sigh, I dragged myself into a sitting position, my head pounding with each movement. It felt as if a construction crew was jackhammering inside my skull, and my temples throbbed in rhythm with my heartbeat. I tried to shake off the fog that clouded my mind, but my thoughts felt muddled like I was trying to think through a dense fog. As I swung my legs over the side of the bed and attempted to stand, my body protested with fatigue. My muscles ached as if I had run a marathon the day before, and my bones felt like they were made from lead.

I shivered involuntarily, goosebumps prickling on my skin. With a groan, I attempted to push myself up, but my body felt heavy and unresponsive as if weighed down by an invisible force. A dull ache resonated through my limbs, amplifying my sense of weariness. It was as if every muscle had conspired against me, refusing to cooperate in this simple act of rising from the floor. A wave of heat washed over me, intensifying the discomfort. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, trickling down my face, dampening the strands of hair clinging to my temples. The room seemed to spin ever so slightly, and my head throbbed in protest.

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.

Why do I have to make it a big deal though? I took a deep breath as I held my forehead and massaged my temple a little. There it goes again. I have felt dizzy and nauseous for days now and it's not healthy! I don't even know what the hell did I ate for the past few days to feel sick as fuck like this.

May repeats, flashing her phone screen in my face. The blue light filter makes my eyes water and twitch, but I manage to confirm that it's late at night. I slept all day? Damn! And I don't even feel well-rested. My body feels like it's been put through a wringer. My skin feels hot, my tongue tastes dry and bitter, and I feel sick. Pain shoots down my spine as I sit up, and I suppress a groan.

VANESSA _ _ I stayed still on the couch, moaning softly as Ryker continued to give me a leg massage. Missy curled up beside me, head placed on my stomach as she meowed softly. I tried to focus on the soothing comfort that came along with the massage rather than on the weight I felt everywhere. Each day made me feel heavier, and it was becoming too difficult to move casually without panting like I'd joined a marathon. Not to mention the sickening feeling I get every time I have morning sickness. The slight discomfort, constipation, and every other worst thing you could think of.

Aku menangis haru walaupun belum melihat wajahnya. Tiba-tiba aku merasakan sesuatu yang mengalir sangat deras dari jalan lahirnya bayiku. Mataku berkunang kunang, tubuhku lunglai tak bertenaga dan aku pun tak ingat apapun. . . . Membuka mata, tangan terasa kaku susah digerakkan. Tubuhku yang rasanya tak karu karuan. Punggung yang terasa panas dan pegal seolah aku tidur berhari hari dan kenapa ada banyak selang di tubuhku.

But now, his body felt like a machine on the verge of falling apart, every gear groaning in protest, and each breath he took sent waves of sharp, searing pain through him. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the chaotic thoughts racing through his mind. Slowly, he attempted to push himself up, trying to sit up. However, the weakness in his muscles and the resistance of his bones made even the slightest movement cause a cold sweat to form on his forehead. He wiggled his fingers, reassuring himself that he wasn’t paralyzed, but the fatigue weighed on him like an immovable mountain, pressing down relentlessly.