1. Massage - Massage the area gently and firmly. Massage helps to ease pain by
applying pressure on the nerve endings, releasing endorphines and enkephalins -
the body's natural pain killers, improving blood circulation, stretching muscles
and reducing some stress hormone levels.
2. Relaxation, Distraction and Imagery - Focus on the rhythm of your breath;
imagine yourself in a serene peaceful place; read a book; watch a movie; listen to
soothing music; meditate; do yoga; garden; go walking in a scenic place. Stress is
the primary cause of pain and relaxing or distracting yourself allows the stress
to leave and with it the pain.
3. Heat and cold - Heat and cold therapy help to temporarily relieve pain. Apply
heat - preferably moist heat with heating pads, hot towels and mitts. Taking a hot
shower can be extremely therapeutic. Cold can be applied with cold compresses, ice
cubes in a towel or plastic bag and cold packs. Do not use heat or cold for more
than 15 minutes at a time. Take care to always protect your skin by placing a
cloth or towel around the hot or cold pack.
4. Exercises and Positions- Try gentle stretching exercises. For arthritic pain in
the hands and fingers, gently try and bring your hand into fist as much as
possible and then release. Also try rotating one arm in a full circle and then the other arm.
This exercise helps relieve pain in the legs! Certain yoga postures help relieve pain -
go to a trained professional for help in this. Also lying on the floor with your legs and feet over a chair is also known to help relieve pain.
5. Herbal supplements - Try using vitamins such as Vitamin E and Vitamin B which
is an effective pain reliever. Use ginger in your food. It is an anti-oxidant and
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