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Why is my tongue yellow? And stomach pain and bad breath, what is causing this?!?! stomach ulcer?

Tuesday, June 8th, 2010

I have a pain on the left hand side of my stomach and a yellow tongue and bad breath, what could be causing this, my first thought was that it may be a stomach ulcer but i am not sure, please help!! thanks!

Do you think this could be asthma?

Sunday, May 2nd, 2010

I have only had an asthma attack once or twice and it was a few years back. I think both times it was exercise induced though. However, I am increasingly noticing problems with my breathing. I don’t know if it is asthma, hay fever, allergies, or something more serious. These are my symptoms though: I have a persistent tightness in my chest and it is hard for me to take full breaths and deep breaths. I believe this is constantly occurring, however, I notice it more at night. It’s hard for me to breathe through my nose even though it isn’t stuffy. I have to breathe through my mouth a lot of the times. My throat tightens up when it’s humid, and when I’m around steam, smoke, and perfume. I have nasal dripping, a cough that has been on and of for months. I don’t even remember when it started. I always have mucus in the back of my throat as well, and it seems like I can never get rid of it. Also, a few times my breathing has been so bad that I feel dizzy. I feel myself starting to panic, but I remind myself it will only make it worse, so I try to take slow breaths and after a few minutes I feel better, although I feel like I’m not breathing 100% great. Also, are there any home remedies that can help this? I have no health insurance.

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what do you think about this story ?

Sunday, May 2nd, 2010

well i have posted this before but i just got one answer and i needed more opinions i know the gramar is kind of messed up but im learning english and thats why im writing this story

“A BOYFRIEND!” I screamed really furious, I have to be dreaming
“Calm down! Breathe! Everybody is staring at us” she whispered really pleased, trying to be discreet.
“WHAT’S HIS NAME I’LL KILL HIM!”I said aloud I guess considering the situation, I made my best but it wasn’t enough her beautiful lightly pink skin has turn paper white and her usual bright light-blue eyes where dull , I forgot for a second how sensible she’s.
“Sorry” I whispered loud enough for her
I took like twenty five deep breaths and I walk in circles a while before been a jerk accidentally, again. I sit next to her and touching softly her cheek I asked “Could you beautiful lady tell me you’re boyfriend’s name?”
“Well I will consider that option” she said this time in a better mood she touch her blond curls and made a little but very significant smile.
“Lets go home” she add
“You’re really not telling me? Me…that I was born just to hear you” I said trying now to be funny and to be persuasive too.
“YOU…you don’t have cure, better take me home be responsible” she said while she gave me a punch in my tummy.
“That’s the mood you have after I told you my reason for living?”
She runs to Charles—that’s the name I put to my black Toyota Echo, my car in a few simple words—she open the door and nock the Clawson.
“HOME! I WANNA GO HOME!” she sang really loud
“Ok I’m going” I said while I shook my head, I got there and I turn on my car.
“Let’s go “home”—beeline” she interrupted me “I have homework”
“You’re sure you don’t want to spend a few more hours here?” I ask tentative
“You know it’s not a bad idea I can stay with my boyfriend and he maybe will like to carry me home it’s a great idea we alone in my room —I understood lets go home” I interrupted

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what do you think about this …..? :D?

Sunday, May 2nd, 2010

i been writing things and i wanted youre opinion

“A BOYFRIEND!” I screamed really furious, I have to be dreaming
“Calm down! Breathe! Everybody is staring at us” she whispered really pleased, trying to be discreet.
“WHAT’S HIS NAME I’LL KILL HIM!”I said aloud I guess considering the situation, I made my best but it wasn’t enough her beautiful lightly pink skin has turn paper white and her usual bright light-blue eyes where dull , I forgot for a second how sensible she’s.
“Sorry” I whispered loud enough for her
I took like twenty five deep breaths and I walk in circles a while before been a jerk accidentally, again. I sit next to her and touching softly her cheek I asked “Could you beautiful lady tell me you’re boyfriend’s name?”
“Well I will consider that option” she said this time in a better mood she touch her blond curls and made a little but very significant smile.
“Lets go home” she add
“You’re really not telling me? Me…that I was born just to hear you” I said trying now to be funny and to be persuasive too.
“YOU…you don’t have cure, better take me home be responsible” she said while she gave me a punch in my tummy.
“That’s the mood you have after I told you my reason for living?”
She runs to Charles—that’s the name I put to my black Toyota Echo, my car in a few simple words—she open the door and nock the Clawson.
“HOME! I WANNA GO HOME!” she sang really loud
“Ok I’m going” I said while I shook my head, I got there and I turn on my car.
“Let’s go “home”—beeline” she interrupted me “I have homework”
“You’re sure you don’t want to spend a few more hours here?” I ask tentative
“You know it’s not a bad idea I can stay with my boyfriend and he maybe will like to carry me home it’s a great idea we alone in my room —I understood lets go home” I interrupted

answer please !!

Yeah, i need help with this. 20 points with someone who tells me the truth abou this book?

Friday, April 30th, 2010

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, I don’t look anorexic just thin. I don’t know how guys call me gorgeous at all.
Fury struck me again, 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 eyes were closed shut. Tears fell from my eyes, why? Why my sister? Why?
“Dad, is she going to be okay.” I looked over at my

Yeah, i need help with this. 20 points with someone who tells me the truth abou this book?

Friday, April 30th, 2010

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, I don’t look anorexic just thin. I don’t know how guys call me gorgeous at all.
Fury struck me again, 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 eyes were closed shut. Tears fell from my eyes, why? Why my sister? Why?
“Dad, is she going to be okay.” I looked over at my

Are there any other TYPE 1 diabetics that or people with other diseases that are driven crazy by this stuff?

Friday, April 30th, 2010

Im sorry but i needed to vent and see if there was any other diabetics that think there are a lot of things wrong with the education about this diseases.
1.) the way doctors try to get kids to understand they have a serious condition that’s treatable. Im a grown adult and i still freak out when something acts up because my entire childhood i was told if i go even just a little high i would loose my legs fingers, eye sight, hearing and everything else!
2.) THAT STUPID GUY on tv for the medicare commercials that says “if you have diabetus” ITS DIABETES there is no U!
3.) The commercials that are for parents who are over feeding and over stuffing their children.AMERICA is the fat country we know this. And you know what im all for curves and i realize some people with type 2 have no control because they inherit some bad weight genes or they are getting older and their body cant keep up.. but most of the type 2 ads are about americas fat kids and their trying to get parents to feed their kids better which is good..but I did not get to enjoy 20 Twinkies a day before being cursed my whole life. I popped out of the womb this way, wheres my commercial asking people to donate and help the cause? And of course this one also leaks into the next one…
4.) which is loved ones. I HATE LOOSING PEOPLE I LOVE however science is now about keeping grandma who is 110 years old and would really like to be taken off all the noisy machines and go see grandpa in far far away land, but instead of letting her go peacefully the whole science world is trying to keep her going till shes just fades into the bed..it would be nice if you could reduce her to like 40 or 50 and then keep her going but no…lets keep her going when shes old and tired and cant walk or breath or remember all the people who might come to visit her trying to get her to sign over her belongs when…again she could go see grandpa (if she wanted to I AM NOT saying we shouldn’t prolong life-if that is what the patient wants) but their not asking their just doing when they could be focusing on curing what is wrong with the younger generation so that it stops and doesn’t effect the next one. you know things like cancer, diabetes, Alzheimer’s, arthritis. MS. and about 1000 others that effect tons of people around the world age 0- grandma.
5.) BEFORE I FORGET THIS ONE, I like jodi Foster BUT OMG everyone remembers that in panic room her daughter was diabetic and it was this whole big thing. A.) if you had a panic room there would be diabetic supplies in there IN case of emergency B.) When the clock hit 12 i do not take a “dose’ I have NEVER taken a “dose” I test before i eat, i test 2 hours after. i used to take a long acting shot and then one when i ate and one if i was high. maybe 10 times a day if needed….now im on a pump -go technology- and i only take insulin when i eat, or when im high. Could someone somewhere make a movie where they could get this right??

im really a nice person, and ive had this disease a very long time and im okay with that- but these are just a few things that drive me insane. I don’t mind explaining diabetes to people ive spent years answering “yes i can eat whatever i want, i just take insulin” every time (and there have been many times) that people ask me if i can eat that. Ive even shown people how to do all that i have to do, its fine. and im sure there are many people with other diseases that go through the same thing and i invite you to explain any grievances you have with the world in your disease so that i don’t do anything to annoy someone with it.

I try to image picking up a bag and just leaving, pretending that i COULD do that and that i wouldn’t have to make a list of how long id be gone, how many site changed that would be, how many things of test strips id need, what kind of batteries i might need and how many and the back ups in case the site doesn’t go in right.

back when i was out of high school and didn’t know what i wanted to go to college for, but needed to make up my mind so i didn’t loose my parents insurance.. i picked several different courses and signed up but took my time just pretending i could take a break if i wanted.

And I try very hard not to say “hi my names diabetic jane” I don’t care how many times ive been told, or i say to others “its just the way my life is, its normal’ i wish i could grab a cotton candy and just eat it without thinking test. calculate, take insulin. and im sure there are many people with diabetes or other diseases that also act and say its just the way life is, and make jokes when really every so often we all just curse that we got stuck. and maybe some don’t. most days it doesn’t bother me, but then some days it does… oh and warning to any diabetic doctors on yahoo. if when i have a child who’s diabetic; and they try the scare tactic…the doctor should be very afraid.
hi, thanks commenter #2. just so you know- not running. ive had diabetes for a very very long time, since i was 8. and i do take care of it. And yes it is a slow death-it basically rots your organs. My dads going throught that now, the diabetic neuropathy. I have eczema (common in diabetics) in my ear canal. it a delight. It is a diease that should be taken seriously however they need to come up with something other then the scare tactic. Im not going to have my kids go through what I did. The saying you can take a horse to water, applies to diabetes (even some of the doctors i went to when i was younger say that.) It didnt matter that they frightened me- i was too young to understand or care especially through the teenage years. The one doctor told my parents that with all the hormonal changes it was going to be a bumpy ride no matter what. I didnt get control of my diabetes until i wanted to have control.No one has to agree with me,these are my opinions. i just want more for my kids.
Thanks for responding Sandy, I was hopeing that my rant would reach out to other diabetics or family members of diabetics. Im really sorry how tough things with your husband are, I haven’t had to go through to much besides having about 10 kinds of infections a year because the diabetes makes us easy targets. Ive always thought lows were the worse, going high can be a toll on the body but lows are scary to me, high i just feel sluggish and sick but when im low i can loose my eye sight but that only happens when i drop to 30 which thankfully isnt often. IF you stop by again maybe we could chat, is there anything else the doctors can do for your husband? setting him up on a pump, or that new constant glucose pump thing might help control his lows. althought insurance companies are alwasy difficult. ok thats next
6.) People who aren’t diabetic deciding what is needed. At one point they made us pay more to get IV Preps! And limited the # of test strips i could get.

How Do I get rid of this cough?

Thursday, April 29th, 2010

I have had a nasty cough now for around 5 days (I know it doesn’t sound like much but it’d driving me mad). When I cough it hurts my head and I have strained the back of my neck with it too so that hurts when I cough too.

It seems to be worse when I am lying down, whether it’s in bed on the sofa floor etc, so it’s not allergies.

It’s kind of tickly in the back of my throat, and brings up a little mucus when I cough sometimes.

I can’t make a full sentence at times with it as I just keep coughing when my breath starts to run out. I can’t take a deep breath without coughing and no cough medicine seems to work for very long.

I can’t sleep at night as whenever I get to sleep about half an hour later I wake up coughing again. Doctors is impossible to get an appointment at, got to get up at 8.30 and sit on phone for an hour trying to get through.

Anyone know what this cough could be, how long it’ll last and also, if there are any simple home remedies which will cure it, or at very least ease it so I can talk properly and get some sleep???

Thanks

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I just want to know how to handle this… What to do…?

Thursday, April 29th, 2010

My bf & I finalized things last night. After 4 years, he is now officially my ex. We got rid of all the bad blood & resentment and agreed that the breakup isn’t for lack of love or effort. We each just have things to work out in our lives. I was certain that having that talk would be the ‘cure all’ I needed. I guess not, because I still had that ache inside of me when I woke up this morning. It’s for the best, I know, but how do I get myself out of this funk? I miss him US so very much, it hurts. I just want to be able to walk into a store or drive on a highway without some memory coming to haunt me. The pain? It’s almost physical. I literally have to take deep, slow breaths sometimes because I feel like my chest might explode. I want to stop crying all the time. I want to be ok with the fact that there’s no ‘us’ anymore. He’s ok. He bounced right back up. Why can’t I? I’m not a weak person, At 28, I’ve pulled myself through a lot of crap in life. What’s wrong now? Why is this so hard?

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How do I get over this stupid fear…?

Wednesday, April 28th, 2010

It seems like I’ve always lived my life in a state of passing dread. Like I’ve always been waiting for something bad to happen, and I’m just holding my breath until it does. I haven’t had any huge tragedies in my life, except for a few years ago when my mom had to go to rehab for her drinking problem, but now she’s 100% cured and she’s absolutely my best friend.
So anyway, that irrational fear has taken place today. A few of my friends are throwing a party and it starts at 10 and goes til 1 am. I’m really excited, but I can’t help being afraid that something really bad will happen, that someone I don’t like or who doesn’t like me will be there, that the food won’t be good, that I just won’t have a good time in general. I have good friends, and they’re really supportive, but sometimes I feel like they aren’t enough for me, like they fight over stupid things, and they’re just not up to my level of maturity. Not that I think I’m too good for them, just I think I’ve outgrown them. They’re my friends from elementary school.

So, any advice for just letting go of my fear and having a good time? Any advice for getting over this fear in general?
Sorry, I know it was long, but if anyone has any advice, it would be greatly appreciated.

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