I’ve tried discouraging him from smoking and he never smokes when i’m around but of coz the smell always hangs around him and causes his mouth to smell awful. Sometimes i almost pass out when we r kissing,its that bad! So how do i tell him that his mouth stinks without hurting his feelings? I’m so miserable about this and yet he is a great guy. Please help!!!!
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Hi y’all! My fiance has very bad breath caused by smoking i’m sure. I don’t know how to tell him,he’s sensitiv
Friday, April 30th, 2010tell me what you think of it??
Sunday, April 18th, 2010If I could I would. I am so broke, I cry. I would like to fly. Get away. Run and hide. Over the mountains and thought he woods, across the rivers and canyons, around the puddles of mud and though the rain drops. Some where over or around the rainbow it would set me free, I would not hear a scream or shout I would not hear the nagging I would not see the people who hurt me I would not need to deal with it. I would be so free of every care in the world. I would love to just cut you lose and be myself. If every sad song brought me a tear, I would have a few cups willed with my eye fluids. I look at the calendar it tells me how much time is gone by, and how long I’ve been begging to leave, I am slowly dieing inside, but nobody can love me like I love myself. Some times being lonely is the best cure for all this pain and Misery. I cant take the loud noises from your mouth, from the radio from my mind, every bad thing is on a wheel being recorded and it repeats in my mind. I just cant deal with it. People have asked me to move out with them. But you’ve put the fear of trust and shame about my self in my mind. If I could cut my self lose and free my mind and free my soul from this living hell, I would not have every spoken another word to you I would not have give in you the opportunity to abuse and use me, treat me with such disrespect. It makes me so sick looking back, knowing that your begging me to stay. The empathy you show isn’t enough for now or forever to come. Your pity your money and your life doesn’t mean a thing. I am getting my own breath and breathing for what feels like the first time, is all I need now is to wait for the winds to carry me away. I am ready to spread my new wings and fly. Let new growth and new memories fulfill my life and cherish every thing that I would ever have in my life.
Is this good or bad? Please tell me?
Monday, April 12th, 2010i just started writing this book yesterday, and i need to know if i should finish it, or just leave it.
The White Nights.
Stella
I flopped on my bed, and cried. I missed Chrissy Anne extremely. It’s funny how much I could actually miss my step mom, but, here I am, missing her with all my heart. I pulled my pillow over my head, and more tears soaked my bed. Someone knocked on my door, and stepped in.
“Go away!” I moaned, and threw the pillow at the someone.
“Please Sis, talk to me.” Kimberlee whimpered, and stomped her foot.
When I didn’t answer, she stomped her foot again.
“Stella.” She whined.
I looked up at my sister, she was wearing her baggy black sweatpants, and had on a tight white short-sleeve shirt. Her long black hair was pulled together in a messy pony tail, and her face was flawless, but she had bags under her eyes.
I patted the bed beside me, for my 15 year old sister to come sit on. She ran over and slumped on the bed.
Me and Kimberlee used to get along like peanut butter and jelly, ha, that’s a funny way to put it. But we sort of clicked, we used to tell each other everything, and we never held back. But ever since Chrissy Anne left my dad, I never really shared anything with her anymore, I was always too depressed. At first Chrissy Anne was just one of my dad’s friends, she was always there with me, helping me getting through my cancer, and my mom leaving because she couldn’t deal with all this financial problems.
Then she became my dad’s shoulder to cry on, and then eventually he asked her to marry him.
I sighed. “I’m sorry Kimbee. I really am.”
She reached over and ran her fingers through my silk black hair, and then she started crying. I reached over and touched the droplets dropping from her shut eyes, and then hugged her.
“Don’t cry, everything’s going to be all right.”
She pushed me away from her, she looked furious. “No! No, nothing’s going to be all right. You have cancer, and you’re dying every minute. And Chrissy Anne is gone! And you were starting to look better when she was here, and she helped you! All we are doing is sitting here doing nothing!”
I grabbed her hand, today was a good day. I felt a little energized, I actually went for a walk this morning. But, yesterday was a bad day, I could barely get out of bed.
I felt tears fall from my eyes; I wasn’t ready to die yet. I had so many things in life unopened.
“I know, but they are making some cures, kimbee Cakes.” I called her that to make her smile, and sure enough, she smiled.
“So, there is no need to cry.” I paused, then took a deep breath, “How is your little boyfriend.”
She frowned, “I dumped that big jerk.” She said solemnly.
“Then why do you look so sad.” I said.
She made a angry face. “He said, ‘oh, how’s your gorgeous, sister. The cancer freak.’”
I looked down, why would Leo say such a thing? I mean, ever since I got cancer, I thought I became kind of ugly. Because I am always pale, my eyes, which used to be a brilliant color teal. (I don’t know how I had teal eyes, but that’s just what color they were.) Now, my eyes are a light gray, and guys always say they drown in them, that they are gorgeous, but, to me, they just look scary. And I am so thin, not in a bad one. But I don’t even have any curves, it’s like I just have big boobs, and that’s all. I don’t know how guys call me gorgeous at all.
Why would Leo say that about me, in front of my sister!? She liked him a whole lot, and then he just went and broke her heart. How dare him! How dare he do this to her!
My heart started pounding in my chest, and sweat was beading down my back.
“Uh oh.” I whispered, I felt my chest heaving, and my blood boiling. My veins felt on fire, and my stomach started churning, I quickly grabbed the trashcan beside my bed, and threw up.
My sister started screaming, “Daddy! Daddy! Come quick, she’s throwing up, we need to give her, her medicine!”
I heard my dad stomping up the stairs, I threw up in the trash again. Someone wrapped a wet cloth around my forehead, and something pinched the inside of my elbow.
I felt absolutely horrible, my blood felt like it was boiling inside me, and veins burned horribly.
“Honey! Honey, are you okay?” My dad cried.
My sister was weeping and screaming in the corner, “Dad! Dad, don’t let her go.”
My dad turned to her. “She won’t take chemo, she knew this would happen!”
My sister started screaming, and she held her head in her hands.
I forced myself to speak, “9…… 9….. 1…1.” I whispered hoarsely.
I looked up at my dad, he had tears streaming down his eyes, and I couldn’t bare it.
I burst into tears.
He threw himself down on the floor beside me, and more sobs broke out.
“Honey, are you in pain? Why are you crying?” He screamed.
I tried wiping my eyes, but my hands wouldn’t move, “because you are.”
And with that, everything went black.
Kimberlee
I looked down at Stella, she was as white as computer paper. Her hair was damp with sweat, and her
Is this book good or bad? Please tell me, i just started anyway.?
Monday, April 12th, 2010Hey you guys. Um, i just started writing this book yesterday, and i just wated to know if it’s good or bad? Please tell me, and give me ideas
The White Nights.
Stella
I flopped on my bed, and cried. I missed Chrissy Anne extremely. It’s funny how much I could actually miss my step mom, but, here I am, missing her with all my heart. I pulled my pillow over my head, and more tears soaked my bed. Someone knocked on my door, and stepped in.
“Go away!” I moaned, and threw the pillow at the someone.
“Please Sis, talk to me.” Kimberlee whimpered, and stomped her foot.
When I didn’t answer, she stomped her foot again.
“Stella.” She whined.
I looked up at my sister, she was wearing her baggy black sweatpants, and had on a tight white short-sleeve shirt. Her long black hair was pulled together in a messy pony tail, and her face was flawless, but she had bags under her eyes.
I patted the bed beside me, for my 15 year old sister to come sit on. She ran over and slumped on the bed.
Me and Kimberlee used to get along like peanut butter and jelly, ha, that’s a funny way to put it. But we sort of clicked, we used to tell each other everything, and we never held back. But ever since Chrissy Anne left my dad, I never really shared anything with her anymore, I was always too depressed. At first Chrissy Anne was just one of my dad’s friends, she was always there with me, helping me getting through my cancer, and my mom leaving because she couldn’t deal with all this financial problems.
Then she became my dad’s shoulder to cry on, and then eventually he asked her to marry him.
I sighed. “I’m sorry Kimbee. I really am.”
She reached over and ran her fingers through my silk black hair, and then she started crying. I reached over and touched the droplets dropping from her shut eyes, and then hugged her.
“Don’t cry, everything’s going to be all right.”
She pushed me away from her, she looked furious. “No! No, nothing’s going to be all right. You have cancer, and you’re dying every minute. And Chrissy Anne is gone! And you were starting to look better when she was here, and she helped you! All we are doing is sitting here doing nothing!”
I grabbed her hand, today was a good day. I felt a little energized, I actually went for a walk this morning. But, yesterday was a bad day, I could barely get out of bed.
I felt tears fall from my eyes; I wasn’t ready to die yet. I had so many things in life unopened.
“I know, but they are making some cures, kimbee Cakes.” I called her that to make her smile, and sure enough, she smiled.
“So, there is no need to cry.” I paused, then took a deep breath, “How is your little boyfriend.”
She frowned, “I dumped that big jerk.” She said solemnly.
“Then why do you look so sad.” I said.
She made a angry face. “He said, ‘oh, how’s your gorgeous, sister. The cancer freak.’”
I looked down, why would Leo say such a thing? I mean, ever since I got cancer, I thought I became kind of ugly. Because I am always pale, my eyes, which used to be a brilliant color teal. (I don’t know how I had teal eyes, but that’s just what color they were.) Now, my eyes are a light gray, and guys always say they drown in them, that they are gorgeous, but, to me, they just look scary. And I am so thin, not in a bad one. But I don’t even have any curves, it’s like I just have big boobs, and that’s all. I don’t know how guys call me gorgeous at all.
Why would Leo say that about me, in front of my sister!? She liked him a whole lot, and then he just went and broke her heart. How dare him! How dare he do this to her!
My heart started pounding in my chest, and sweat was beading down my back.
“Uh oh.” I whispered, I felt my chest heaving, and my blood boiling. My veins felt on fire, and my stomach started churning, I quickly grabbed the trashcan beside my bed, and threw up.
My sister started screaming, “Daddy! Daddy! Come quick, she’s throwing up, we need to give her, her medicine!”
I heard my dad stomping up the stairs, I threw up in the trash again. Someone wrapped a wet cloth around my forehead, and something pinched the inside of my elbow.
I felt absolutely horrible, my blood felt like it was boiling inside me, and veins burned horribly.
“Honey! Honey, are you okay?” My dad cried.
My sister was weeping and screaming in the corner, “Dad! Dad, don’t let her go.”
My dad turned to her. “She won’t take chemo, she knew this would happen!”
My sister started screaming, and she held her head in her hands.
I forced myself to speak, “9…… 9….. 1…1.” I whispered hoarsely.
I looked up at my dad, he had tears streaming down his eyes, and I couldn’t bare it.
I burst into tears.
He threw himself down on the floor beside me, and more sobs broke out.
“Honey, are you in pain? Why are you crying?” He screamed.
I tried wiping my eyes, but my hands wouldn’t move, “because you are.”
And with that, everything went black.
Kimberlee
I looked down at Stella, she was as white as computer pape
Can someone tell me what this is?
Saturday, April 3rd, 2010I’m a 21 year old slightly overweight but healthy male. I had been drinking a lot prior to this situation but just wine every night or almost every night. On June 6th I tried gin for the first time and I’ve had other hard liquors before. I drank it on an empty stomach mixed with lemon juice and ginger ale (I don’t usually mix, was experimenting). I drank half the bottle and started feeling the need to take deep breaths so I stopped.
In the morning I had the same sensation, and a cough/irritation below my throat. I had every test done including EKG/Gallbladder & Liver scan/endoscopy/barium swallow/blood tests/allergies etc. all were negative aside from the endoscopy finding a 3-4 cm sliding hiatal hernia, which was so small it didn’t show on the barium swallow and doesn’t coincide w/ my symptoms since they happened instantly.
I was put on all types of antacids and PPI’s because they thought it was acid reflux. I took Zantac/PepcidAC/Protonix/Zegerid/Aciphex etc. nothing helped. After trying those plus antibiotics and ativan because they thought it was psychological, I started burping a lot. I burp all the time now, especially when I sit up or after I eat(not when I lay down at all).
I don’t burp up food, but I get an indigestion feeling like an “mmmph” as if I’ve eaten too much, even on an empty stomach. My tongue is coated white/yellow. My breath is worse in the morning, and I still have a cough/irritation between my collar bones that gets worse when I take a deep breath (feels air related, not swallow related).
I don’t regurgitate food nor do I regurgitate acid. I don’t get any heartburn and none of the antacid pills have helped. The endoscopy showed no inflammation or irritation. No one knows what it is but all I know is it started to happen after I drank the gin. I haven’t drank any alcohol and I’m eating a good diet, small meals, all the recommendations for stomach issues.
I’m getting acupuncture and treatment through a naturopath, they have some good ideas, and are trying, but I have not been “cured” yet. I am wondering if any of you could give me some info on how gin could cause this and what it could be? I have a very very hearty stomach, I collect hot sauces and used to eat habanero sauce and very very large meals. I have a very high alcohol tolerance and never had this problem before, even after copious amounts, it’s so strange.
All I can think of is the day that I drank the gin, I had Japanese food for lunch (Sushi and teriaki beef) along with some spicy beef jerky (the kind they keep in the plastic vats). I’ve had it before so I’m not sure if perhaps I contracted some stomach bug from the food and the gin aggravated it? I have no idea, but this has lasted 2 months and I’m freaking out.
Here are my stats taken by the naturopath:
Ph of 5.8 (acidic)
A pulse of 91 beats per minute
Good blood pressure and zinc levels
Low overall cholesterol, 125
High triglycerides (TG’s) 137
Very low good cholesterol (HDL) 36
Very low calcium 150
Low bad cholesterol (LDL) which is a good thing, 61
A bit high in the glucose at 98 when the range is 80-95 and found my TC : HDL to be 3.4
Body fat percentage 24.7%
Only serious answers please, and thank you for reading.
I saw a pulmonologist who did a spirometer and flow meter test for the lungs, it came out fine. My main symptom is an irritation below my neck near the collar bones, it’s constant. The shortness of breath has lessened since that day.
I had a lot of stress right before this happened, transmission had problems, had to reformat computer, etc. I have college as well and that is also a bit stressful but I don’t feel “stressed” right now, I feel calm. Is it possible to still be stressed even though you feel fine? I also notice my leg shakes a lot (restless leg) since this started.
I’m usually not anxious or hypochondriac-like but these sensations are new to me and very unsettling.
I also want to add that ever since this started, my bowel movements have been strange. They drop out in strange pieces that fall to the bottom of the toilet and never float. They have a “scattered” “dirt-like” quality with this powdery/murky stuff coming out of them floating all around, it looks like tiny little dots. When I flush, it all billows up in a huge cloud as if flushing flour that has sat on the bottom of the toilet bowl.
This can’t just be “GERD”, this makes no sense. Something is in my stomach?
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Thursday, April 1st, 2010And how to get rid of it???
I’m want to kiss a guy!!!!!!!
Thanks and God Bless
(p.s. someone told me if you kiss before marriage, your babies come out naked, isnt this hillarious? XD)
Emma =]
ewww my breath stinks!
thanks answerer #3
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Is this good? Its a little short story. Please comment and tell me if its good.?
Monday, April 26th, 2010Tell me if its good or bad. I can handle if you say its not:
I slowly lifted my head, glancing up at him through my eyelashes, a pained frown covered
my face. My grip on his hands tightened, and i stared him straight in his eyes.
A silent tear slid down my cheek, and i watched as his eyes watered with unshed tears.
“You do, dont you?” He asked, his voice sounded strangled.
I didnt look away from his eyes, and saw first hand for the first time him cry. His face
shifted, his eyes turned from confused to agonized as he realized that i didnt love him.
Like every man, he thought he could cure this by a kiss; he stepped closer to me, but i
automatically stepped back, and raised my head.
“Dont,” I said, my voice sounded oddly confident for how badly i was feeling, and how much
pain i was going through right now.
“Sam…”
“Nick, I dont love you.”
“No,” He shook his head, trying to get what i just said from entering his mind. “No, you do.
I know you do.”
More tears began sliding down my face, “I dont.”
He took another step towards me, and i took one back. “Goodbye.” I whispered.
he saw it then, he couldn’t save me, because i was already to far gone. He knew know, in
that one word, that it was over. I didnt love him, and that i had already began to move on.
His face crumbled, but he nodded anyway. “Just know one thing; i’ll never stop loving you.”
He turned and slowly walked out the front door.
It didnt hit me hard until i saw his car make his way out of my driveway, the rain pelting
down on his Range Rover.
My hands flew up to my face, and i slumped backwards onto the wall, and then slid to the
floor. Sobs escaped my mouth, and soon, i couldnt breath; i was crying too much.
My heart burned in my chest, pushing against my rib cage. I shoved the hair out of my face,
and slammed my head against the wall, but i couldnt feel it, i was drowing in my own sea of pain.
Soon, i was wailing, like a little baby, and i hated doing this. But, everytime i tried to stop
crying like this, more tears would stream done my face, and it was like my brain wouldnt let me
stop crying, and wailing like this. I felt weak, i looked like a mess, and i hated myself for
breaking my heart along with Nicks.
The truth is, i did love him. I loved him so much, i wanted to actually marry him, but when he
pulled out that sparkling ring, i froze, and tored him apart. I cant handle a life without
doing what i wanted to do, instead having to be told what to do, and not have any freedom.
I didnt want that, and the only way to get out of it, was to tell him i had used him, that i
never really loved him.
A soft vibration went up leg, and then my ringtone “Day’n Night” began to play.
I ignored it, and kept crying.
Why had I done that? I loved Nick, he was my soulmate, every time i saw him a spark lite
my heart, and my face beamed.
My ringtone blasted again, and i shook my head again, now slightly annoyed.
Couldnt anyone leave me alone?
I lost everything that i loved. Nick, Carma, and Milynda.
I remembered Carma and Milynda, my two little twins who had died after i gave birth to
them just months eariler. I was devastated, Carma had only been alive for a week, yet she clung
to me with her life. When i wasnt with her, which was rarely, she wouldnt stop crying until
i had her tiny hand wrapped around my pinky. Milynda lived for an entire month until her
own body became a danger to her. Her lungs were too little, so she couldnt get enough oxygen
to her heart, which caused her to live sometimes conscious, and unconsious. Carma and Milynda
were both premature.
New tears flowerd down my cheeks as i realized that if it wasnt for me, they would be healthy,
and alive today.
What was there to live for? I had no one, anymore. No family, no mother or father, and no
children.
My ringtone blasted yet another time, and i looked down to see who was calling,
It was an unknown caller. I didnt understand why someone was calling me over and over again
if it was an unknown person. Without thinking, i picked up the phone.
“Hello.”
“Is this Samaantha Mckoy?” A deep voice asked.
My voice was barely audible. “Yes.”
“It is! Samaantha, how have you been? Its me, Matt. Matt Koliek.”
“Nows not a great time, Matt.” I said, he had very bad timing.
“But, remember last summer, when we spent an entire week together? That was so much fun.”
“That was two years ago, im 23 now, maybe we should just put that behind us. You never called me
so i never bothered with you. I moved on.”
I took a deep breath, and began to shut the phone when i heard, “I still know where you live.”
I paused, “What?”
“1931 Lexington Place. You live there, in a white town house. You have a blue Camry, and its
sitting underneath an oak tree. A guy came out of the house a little while ago, and then you
started crying, or something.”
I gasped, and jumped up, and quickly ran towards the window. “How did you…?”
“How did i know all these th
Heres the rest. sorry it cut off.
“How did i know all these things? Well, for one thing, you shouldnt try to call the cops,
because you’ll have nothing to call them on.”
I laughed nervously, “I have my cell phone…”
I slammed the phone shut, and the was about to dial 911 when a shiver ran up my spine.
I suddenly had the idea that i was being watched.
“Not for long.” Matt said, and i spun around.
“Oh my god!” I shrieked as i jumped backwards. “How did you get in my house?”
He stepped out of the shadows, and laughed. “It was easy, when lover boy was carrying you
inside the house, you two were to busy in your little converse–” i notice how sour his voice
got when he said that–”that you didnt even see me. I walked right in as you guys were upstairs.”
I reached out to get my handlings on the wall, so that i wouldnt trip over someting as i escaped.
“Stay away from me.” I managed to say.