Please help meeeee…I believe that i have an ear infection and obviously i can’t go to the doctor or the ER because i have no insurance …My ear is aching and every time i swallow, it feels like im swallowing a planet. I have heard of garlic oil and or onion oil but i dont want to put anything in my ear unless i know for sure that it will work. Any suggestions?

CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM! I need you guys to read this part and tell me your HONEST opinion. Of course there are spelling errors and grammar errors that have spell checks and grammar checks and re-read’s written all over them. But this is only what you think about it.
I’d run into a pole. Typical. Why did I have to be so clumsy? Davie was always perfect. Why couldn’t be more like him? I didn’t understand. I mean, my father, was perfect and so was my mother. They’d fit together like corresponding puzzle pieces. Why didn’t they stay together? He was the peanut to her butter… and she was the macaroni to his cheese. Mom never talks about what happened, and I really never ask. All I know is she left him for some reason and never wanted to go back. She didn’t want me to be raised in that household or in the town for some strange reason. Maybe that was why she was “relived I’d had a good night and she was worried about me,” I quote from her. Back to Davie and Brad. Davie was flawless and Brad probably was too. Maybe, Brad Slagle was a figment of my imagination. Maybe I’d dreamed all of this. Maybe I hadn’t even woken up this
morning… maybe Davie hadn’t died yet… maybe I was still only 15. I knew this was impossible because I’d never believed in premonitions or glimpses of the future.
Any supersticions really, they were just some cheesy myth. But I knew I was not dreaming and all this had happened. My life was already down the tubes. Maybe
this Brad/Davie thing was all in my head. They probably don’t even have the same features. Although I had no way of knowing at the moment, because Brad and Davie’s images were foggy in my mind. For now. As soon as I opened my eyes I’d be reassured of things and how they are and how they are meant to be. And this is not how things are meant to be. When you die you either go to Heaven or Hell. There is no inbetween where you take the form of someone else’s body or you stay on earth as an animal or something like that. No recarntaion. It just wasn’t possible. It didn’t even make sense. He was either in Heaven or Hell. Heaven; hopefully. Someday we would reunite. But this was not my time. His time has come, and I thought this would be mine. I tried to fight to open my eyes but they wouldn’t. I still lay there unconscious not moving. I didn’t even feel like moving, and I couldn’t. It’s like my brain was shut off and had gone on a vacation. It wasn’t there. I could barley think and this is what I thought about. Its not like I could tell my brain to tell my eyes to open. I tried but they didn’t. I just lay there for several more seconds…minutes…hours…days… or maybe weeks. When I finally sunk back to conciousness, I was confused. What was going on? Number one, people were probably laughing at me and stepping all over me; or number two someone gracious and respectful enough had taken me somewhere safe. I thought the first. Beeps were ringing in my ear. Kids were probably snapping pictures on their cell phones and sending them to everyone they knew and sending them to their email to upload them on Myspace and Facebook. But these beeps were too consistent. Whoever was with me had no clue I was awake because whoever was there sat quiet and still without moving. But I could feel the presence of someone. I continued to lie there for a few minutes just to recoop myself so I was aware of anything that happened when I opened my eyes. I wanted to document
this in my brain. I took in the smell. It smelled very clean. Now it’s time to take in the scene. I finally opened my eyes and hoped to find a familiar face. Hank maybe. Although I really wasn’t thinking of what he looked like…nothing came to mind. I opened my eyes batting them slowly. Stuff was kind of foggy like my eyes had been dialated. The room was all white, a flat screen nailed to the wall on a stand, some “get well” balloons, and cheesy photos. I would’ve thought it was a hotel room but I had an itchy blue blanket draped over my body; I was on a hard mattress with side rails, and the pillow was lumpy. The bed was propped up about 135 degrees. I was in the hospital. The annoying beeping noise was my heart monitor. It was flying. Hank was holding my taped-hand with a needle going through my vein. I shuddered at the thought of getting in and out. “Addison? Addison!” I guessed this was my father, but everything before the accident was foggy. Before I could reply “Dad,” he’d thrown his arms around my neck in rejoicement that I was awake. His strong arms were around my limp neck. It hurt, but in a good way. My whole body ached really badly. He pulled away gently when he felt me wince. “Sorry,” he said with a grin on his face. He was so happy I was awake. “Dad? What happened?” I strained my voice, barley a whisper. “Baby, you ran into a large metal pole and fell back on your head and hit the concrete. You busted your head open… you lost so much blood; you’ve been unconscious for five days,” he winced at the last two words. “Hmph, soun

I was taking a certained medication and had my ears start ringing. When I quit taking the medication my ears stopped ringing. Now, maybe 3 months later, they’re ringing again and I’m not taking anything! Help!

I have a cyst in my brain that has been causing severe tinnitus (ringing in the ears) for the past four years. It has been getting progressively more noticeable and is giving me problems when I’m trying to sleep.

I usually am not able to get to sleep until very late at night, usually 2 or 3am.. I’ve tried every type of remedy to relive the noise and nothing has worked. I’ve even used sleep aids in the past but I ended stopping so I wouldn’t become dependent on them.

Any tips on helping me to either get rid of the tinnitus or helping me fall asleep easier?

KEEPING THE GIRL

Jacob tugged impatiently on Nikolai’s arm, trying to turn him to face the front of the room.
"Look," he hissed. "There she is! I told you, didn’t I?"
Nikolai stared, frozen. He couldn’t even manage a response, which Jacob seemed to understand. He had become kind of rigid himself.
Walking into the room was the most striking, eye-catching girl Nikolai had ever seen. She was tall, about five foot nine, and she looked like an angel as she entered the room. Snow blew in behind her, swirling around her white dress, and Nikolai felt his heart jump as a whirl of wind caught her silver-blonde hair and threw it around her face, like a halo of light. She closed the door, smoothing down the thick (yet somehow feathery-light) mass of hair and looked around. She caught Jacob’s eye and smiled, causing Nikolai to notice both her deep, amber eyes and her petal pink lips. She began winding her way towards them, her skirt flowing around her calves, and Nikolai felt his heart begin to thump. She reached them, smiling.
"Hello, Jake." Wind chimes began playing in Nikolai’s ears, and he looked around stupidly, until he realized that the beautiful noise was her voice.
"Hi, Arianna." Jacob cleared his throat. He seemed to be nervous, but it was nothing to what Nikolai felt. His heart was ringing in his ears, his palms were sweating, and he could feel his blood coursing through his veins. He was truly in awe of such a beauty.
"Arianna, this is-"
"Nikolai," Nick quickly interrupted. "I’m Nikolai." He held out a hand, and when she shook it, he thought he would pass out. Her skin was cool and smooth and she felt so delicate that he wanted to put her in a protective case.
"What a beautiful name," she responded, smiling at him.
"Your name is quite beautiful in itself," he answered, surprised that he could even talk when she was merely three feet away. "What does it mean?"
"It’s Italian. It means ‘holy’." She blushed slightly, and a rosy glow so lovely spread across her cheeks that Nikolai almost sighed weakly in awe.
"Beautiful," he breathed, not daring to tear his eyes away from her face in case he missed even one moment of her beauty.
"What does your name mean, Nikolai?"
Jacob huffed quietly at their side, seeming put out at their exclusion of him. He muttered something about a drink and shuffled off, his big, muscular back flowing under his shirt and blonde hair shining in the light.
"It means ‘victory of the people,’" he replied, blushing. "It’s Greek."
"What a strong name," she said, still smiling.
Nikolai gestured to a couch. "Would you like to sit?"
Arianna stared at him. He blushed, feeling that he had made some mistake. But what he didn’t notice was her eyes sweeping his smooth, dark skin, his bright, warm brown eyes, and his midnight, wavy curls. He didn’t see her glance down at his muscular torso, clearly visible through his tight red T-shirt. He didn’t watch her take in his long, muscular legs encased in stonewashed denim, or notice her evaluate his uncertain, breathing-taking smile. She blushed, her mind racing and her heart pounding.
"Yes, let’s," she said, after what seemed like hours. Nikolai held out a hand to help her, and when their fingers touched, a current of electricity sparked Arianna’s hand. She looked up at him, thinking of nothing but his heart-stopping beauty, and he sat next to her, so close next to her, not yet releasing her hand.
When he did let go, Arianna felt the spark go out, like a light switch had been flipped off.
They talked for hours, about anything and everything. Nikolai told her of his family and his friends, while Arianna spoke of her best friend and her mother, the only people she really had as a family. They went on and on, uninterrupted by anyone- they seemed so deeply into each other that it was obvious they wished to be left alone.
At a quarter to midnight, Nikolai cleared his throat, smiling at her ruefully. "Well, it’s getting pretty late," he began.
Arianna checked her watch. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "We’ve been talking for over four hours!" She blushed as Nikolai smiled at her.
She touched her face. "What?" she asked. "What are you smiling at?"
Nikolai brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Nothing. Just you."
Arianna felt her heart beating in a frenzy when he touched her. "What did I do?" she asked, her eyes glued to his face.
"You were just being yourself," he said honestly.
"I find it funny that you think you can say that after only four hours of knowing me, Mr. Kaligaris," she teased.
Nikolai laughed. "I know. But for some reason, I think I can, Ms. DeFiore, " he said honestly.
Arianna felt like her heart would burst out of her chest, and blushed even deeper when she realized that he must notice the heat rising to her face.
"Arianna, can I walk you home?" he asked seriously.
Outwardly, she smiled, but inside, she was jumping up and down in excitement. "I would like nothing better, Nik

I’ve had it for a week and half it just won’t go away. Home remedies always seem best. Any suggestions?

I just can’t stand this anymore, battling with tinnitus for months and it almost kill me. Been searching for tinnitus remedies and I would like to ask for help. Sometimes my left ear blocked and I couldn’t hear anything in it. Anything can stop my ear ringing problem? I had tried many medical and drug but it can only control but not cure it completely, any alternative remedies for tinnitus? Arrggh… life is hard.

ok in 2005 i was told i have a colesteatoma in my right ear. well i had the surgery to have it removed and the 2nd one to have my ear rebuilt. now my question is, tinnitus is a common side effect and lucky me i have it. it was just random but now all i hear is my heart beating in it and the sound is as if someone is blowing into my ear. i have never regained my hearing fully and i don’t know whats wrong. please someone familiar with cholesteatomas please help.

yea i have bad acne but i don’t want put makeup because make-up clogges up your pores aren’t they any remidies home that is ,i don’t toch my pimples and later the pimples don’t go away and they becomes blemishes that spreads ou
i am 14

I don’t want to hurt them by telling them I can’t come over but they have a serious flea problem (and also worms) and it looks as though they aren’t going to remedy the situation anytime soon. I have pets also and every time I come back from their place I bring fleas in on my clothes. I DO flea treat my animals, but as you know, fleas lay eggs and nest in carpet and fabrics. What can be done about it?

I’m writing a short story about a girl whose village gets bombed during WWII. She and an Australian soldier (from the volunteer ambulance corps) fall in love when he comes to help out all the injured (including her). He asked her to marry him, but due to the ‘white australia policy’ at the time, it was very difficult to get her into australia.
The story starts 60 years later when she is in australia and there are people being racist to her. A kind person helps her and then its like a flashback of all the hardship she went through to be able to eb in australia.

Here are a couple of paragraphs, you don’t need to read them if you dont want to
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High above Borneo, the huge American bomber searched for the elusive Japanese enemy below. The pilot glanced down at his fuel gauge; he knew he didn’t have much time left and would have to turn back soon. Of course, he could not return with his bombs in the hold, as that would be evidence of his failure. Looking down, he saw the endless green jungle canopy below. His job done, he flew back to base safely without ever knowing the story he had triggered.
Her face lit up with joy, Lucy chased her giggling brother through the thick jungle outside their village. They reached the clearing exhausted, ecstatic.
Past the thumping of her pulse, Lucy could hear a distinct sound. She had heard it before, and rushed with her brother to the village centre where a crowd of villagers had already gathered as they always did to watch. The children chattered and laughed, pointing to the sky. Lucy was sixteen, among the eldest of the children in the village, and loved to catch a glimpse of the silver goliath as it lumbered overhead. But as Lucy stared up at the sky, she noticed another sound, one she had never heard before. The village was a silent field as the whistling noise grew closer.
When Lucy awoke, she could feel two strong arms around her. Looking up, she saw an unfamiliar man’s face trying to speak to her. All she could hear was the ringing in her ears and muffled voices all around her. Her head felt like it was on fire. She tried to focus on the rise and fall of the man’s walk as she lapsed in and out of the darkness. Each time she awoke, she came to know the face of the strange young man.

I had an outer ear infection, its been 5 weeks since it healed but the ringing has continues although quieter.

My sister has a wart on her elbow. We are tired of going to the doctor to get it frozen and we are tired of buying all of these things from the stores that never work. This wart just won’t go away. If you know of any home remedies that work that you could tell us, or a way you know of that will get the wart taken off, please tell me. My sister and I would appreciate it. (We have already tried dandelion milk, covering the wart with nail polish, and putting duct tape over the wart.)

My ears have been ringing for at least the past six hours. It’s not the TV; they began to ring when I woke up this morning (before I turned the TV on) and remain long after I turn the TV off. Could this be an ear infection? My ears don’t hurt..

Thanks in advance for your answers!

like moisturizing masks, shine masks, etc. i don’t particularly care for what, i just want something i can make w/ home products bc i can’t go buy a mask.