OH god. this is the second day i’ve stayed home form school, because i’m SICK! i couch, and no phlegm comes up. I threw up this morning but now i’m over that. I’m freezing, and i could turn the heat up, i guess, but whatever. My throat hurts, and i hate tea. i can’t go to the store and get anything, but i’m pretty sure we have vitamin C tablets, Motrin pills, but my mom gave me one this morning…i wanna say i little more than 4 hours ago so i could take another one. I need to get better, so please help!
oh, i forgot, i took a hot bath that felt good on my aching body but it didn’t help my congestion.
my stomach feels a little blech. My whole body is blech! HEEEEELP!
OMG! i’m 12 years old, HELLO! i’m not moving out at 12. my mum just called and told me to have something to drink.

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’m 14 and I have this genetic problem where my teeth don’t get enough floride and I’ve had all my back teeth root canaled and I just ran out of tylenol. My mom went to work so I can’t go to the store. And I can’t go to the dentist until 2-3 weeks when my mom gets paid. Please help me?

My heart breaks when I have to watch my Mom battling to cope with the ringing noses in her ears! That is not the worst though, as she find it hard to fall asleep her overall health is also starting to suffer. It appears to me that because she is always so irratable and anxious, she doesn't get to sleep much and always seems to catch virtually every sickness that is doing the rounds. Is this be related to her tinnitis? I am searching for a tinnitus cure right now.

A couple years ago i went and got this test done that checked for nerve damage in my ears. They found nerve damage in my left ear. My mom notice something was wrong when i was a baby. But they didn't know all of this. I have deafness. It is mild to moderate hearing loss, 40 to 50 db loss. db=decibels.

brainstem auditory evoked response (BAER) test – can diagnose hearing ability and can indicate the presence of brain stem tumors and multiple sclerosis. Electrodes are placed on the scalp and earlobes. Auditory stimuli, such as clicking noises and tones, are delivered to one ear.

That is the testing i had done.
I wear a hearing aid for my left ear.
Also i am 21 years old.
I also have mild mental retardation,deafness,communication disorder,adhd,sensory issues.

An older woman i know has Tinnitus (the ringing in your ears that never goes away) and she said that when she was a little girl about 6 or 7 she got it, she talks about how she went to summer camp that was very traumatizing for her and then went home to meet this new boyfriend of her mothers (her father died when she was a baby) talks about how she was mistreated badly emotionally by this new man (soon to be her stepfather) and her mother, and then just stops talking and goes to like ..the next day, ex. she just says “then the next day after i came back from summer camp i woke up with tinnitus.. strange that it’s right after meeting him..” he was an absolutly terrible man and her mother wouldnt treat her well when she was young either. or even when she grew up. so i’m wondering what happened in that period of time that she isn’t really telling. whenever shes telling us stories she says “summer health camp when i was a kid was terrible, when my mom picked me up from summer camp she brought this new boyfriend that was just awful, we all went home. (and then just seems like she skips a section and says) The next day i woke up with ringing in my ears.” and talks abotu how that was very traumatizing, the thing is it doesnt sound very traumatizing, its like shes skipping a part or something then just goes to the next day that she has ringing in her ears. i think that something happened in that amount of time that was traumatizing because you cant just wake up with tinnitus. it’s caused by loud noises to the ear, and maybe there was a fight or something that night maybe physical abuse that she’s not telling or something. i know its possible to get Tinnitus other ways, but it’s rare in children and she never had any symptoms, and her story just seems…sketchy. something just doesn’t seem right like shes hiding something. what do you think could have happened? know what i mean? she gets all weird when talking about this also, like nervous and doesn’t seem comfortable talking about it. i know for a fact she has many secrets. what do you think?
thanks so much!

An older woman i know has Tinnitus (the ringing in your ears that never goes away) and she said that when she was a little girl about 6 or 7 she got it, she talks about how she went to summer camp that was very traumatizing for her and then went home to meet this new boyfriend of her mothers (her father died when she was a baby) talks about how she was mistreated badly emotionally by this new man (soon to be her stepfather) and her mother, and then just stops talking and goes to like ..the next day, ex. she just says “then the next day after i came back from summer camp i woke up with tinnitus.. strange that it’s right after meeting him..” he was an absolutly terrible man and her mother wouldnt treat her well when she was young either. or even when she grew up. so i’m wondering what happened in that period of time that she isn’t really telling. whenever shes telling us stories she says “summer health camp when i was a kid was terrible, when my mom picked me up from summer camp she brought this new boyfriend that was just awful, we all went home. (and then just seems like she skips a section and says) The next day i woke up with ringing in my ears.” and talks abotu how that was very traumatizing, the thing is it doesnt sound very traumatizing, its like shes skipping a part or something then just goes to the next day that she has ringing in her ears. i think that something happened in that amount of time that was traumatizing because you cant just wake up with tinnitus. it’s caused by loud noises to the ear, and maybe there was a fight or something that night maybe physical abuse that she’s not telling or something. i know its possible to get Tinnitus other ways, but it’s rare in children and she never had any symptoms, and her story just seems…sketchy. something just doesn’t seem right like shes hiding something. what do you think could have happened? know what i mean? she gets all weird when talking about this also, like nervous and doesn’t seem comfortable talking about it. i know for a fact she has many secrets. what do you think? p.s. this womans been in 20-30 years of psychotherapy, seen an analysis, been in counceling, pretty much everything. shes the most amazing person ever.
thanks so much!

My iTunes library is all wrong. It won't display my iPod songs on my laptop. So, in order to listen to my iPod songs, I have to plug my iPod in, and listen to my iPod's library. But once I disconnect the USB cord, the library goes back to the stupid original songs that I don't want. It's very confusing, and it's frustrating me. I try to drag the iPod songs into the existing iTunes library [You know, like when you're creating a playlist] and it won't let me. On my mom's computer though, iTunes cooperates and uploads and updates songs normally. But she had to wipe her hard drive clean because of a virus, so the songs don't exist anymore.

PLEASE help me. This is very frustrating. I hope you understand it well enough to help me. Thanks.

My mom has ringing in the ears and is afraid of going deaf. Is it possible to go deaf from ear ringing?

My heart breaks when I have to stand by and watch my mom suffering with ear ringing! The tinnitus isn't the worst though, because she battles to get her general health seems to be deteriating. It appears to me that as she is so stressed and anxious, she can't sleep for long and nowdays seems to catch every sickness that is doing the rounds. My theory is that this be resulting from her tinnitus? I am looking for a tinnitus treatment right now.

My mom's ears have been ringing for several monthes now and we have tryed everything. Anti-biotics swimers ear stuff rubbing acaohol vitamines aliergy meds everything and nothing has worked. So if you know any thing that could help we would apresiate it alot.

Is there even a treatment? For me, it's not a constant ringing, and my mom's friend thought it might be my problem because her husband had it, but I'm seeing a specialist on the 22nd. I looked some stuff up about it, and it did say constant exposure to rock concert could cause it, and that's me in a nutshell, haha.

It's not the ringing that bothers me, it's the way that I can't be around arcades because the vibrations bother me. I can't be in churches or movie theaters because the noise levels also get to me. I miss going to concerts, and I have one coming up on the 29th which I think would probably be my last if I were able to go without feeling lightheaded or having a panic attack because of the noise. I'm only 17, and I think I screwed my ears over going to so many loud concerts. Blah, this sucks.

an older woman i know has tinnitus (the ringing in your ears that never goes away) and she said that when she was a little girl about 6 or 7 she got it, she said she went to summer camp that was traumatizing for her and then went home to meet this new boyfriend of her mothers (her father died when she was a baby) she was mistreated badly and then just stops talking and goes to like ..the next day, she just says “then the next day after i came back from summer camp i woke up with tinnitus.. weird that it’s right after meeting him.” he was an absolutly terrible man and her mother wouldnt treat her well when she was young either. or even when she grew up. so i’m wondering what happened in that period of time that she isn’t really telling. whenever shes telling us stories she says “summer health camp when i was a kid was terrible, ..then my mom brought home this absolute terrible man it was traumatizing. (and then just seems like she skips a section and says) The next day i woke up with ringing in my ears.” just skips from one day to another, i think that something happened in that amount of time that was traumatizing that she woke up with tinnitus. it’s caused by loud noises in to the ear, and maybe there was a fight or something that night maybe physical abuse that she’s not telling or something. it is possible to get tinnitus other ways, but her story just seems…sketchy. the phsycology just doesn’t seem right. shes hiding something. what do you think could have happened? it just doesn’t seem right. she has many secrets.
thanks

I am 99.99999999% postive that i have tinnitus. I really think its subjective tinnitus though (only I can hear the ringing).

Ok,
Tinnitus (tentin I tuss) is a condition caused by all sorts of things. mostly by loud objects for a long period of time.

My mom thinks im a "hypocondreact" just because i have found out that im not physicaly normal.