Ear nose and throat doctor carlsbad

I've been out of active addiction for around 8 years, I moved myself to a remote rural part of the US where its either A) Really expensive, or B) Really annoying to do anything, and that seemed to help since once I'm actually not in active addiction I prefer having a job and retail therapy-ing my money away. I never denied my doctor for surgery or dentists etc, but I stumbled across "some fentanyl mixture" legitimately maybe 1/10th of a gram. I did 1/15th of that at once and was completely gitty and not fully functional.
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Boy it was not the same, massive headaches afterwards, nose was bleeding passively entire time, felt like it was mixed with an upper even though I fell asleep standing at my kitchen counter. Long story short- I made that tiny amount last 3 full days and the withdrawals were GNARLY. Its been almost 6 days now and I'm barely getting full functionality back, I'm up right now at 230am, 3 hours before my work alarm today because I had horrific chills and just shot out of bed. Is this how fent works?, rapid physical addictiveness and way worse side effects (aside from the potency)?. I was just taken back by how hard the WDs were after that tiny amount over such a short time period.

I developed a pulsatile tinnitus in the right ear some weeks ago and the last week or so have been incredibly bad. My work and mental health has been suffering a lot from it.
This wasn't the usual kind of pulsatile tinnitus where it's in sync with your pulse (I also get this one sometimes but it's not nearly as annoying).
This one was very fast, not in sync with heartbeats, also very strong. It would happen every 20 to 60 seconds, I would have the ear beating / thumping very strongly and fast, then it would slow down and stop, again and again.
I've seen the doctor, she prescribed me a brain MRI and scanner. In the meantime I was stuck with this very annoying and worrying condition.. and it was quickly getting worse.
I googled the internet for hours but did not find anything that looked like this issue or way to fix it.
Then yesterday I found a solution. I noticed I haven't been chewing on the right side, probably due to the fact I had to have some dentist work on this side a few months ago and I never got back the habit of chewing on both sides.
I started chewing hard gum on my right side intensely. After a day of this, the one-sided quick pulsatile tinnitus is gone.
I'm writing this here in the hope that it helps someone else in my situation one day. I am sorry about everyone who got tinnitus, I now understand how terrible and debilitating this condition can be.
Have a good sunday y'all.

Every couple weeks/months I get dizziness all day everyday for weeks straight. It seems to come out of nowhere it definitely affects my mood I already take medication for GAD. Have gone to the doctor multiple times for this only to be prescribed another medication. I don’t know if it’s inner ear problem I’ve noticed my hearing isn’t as good as it used to be (25F) and my ears are super itchy and one feels “wet” most of the time. Maybe it’s just anxiety. I have no clue but it makes me depressed and moody that I can’t do my day to day things!

I am 20F. I don’t know what exactly this is or if it is anything at all but I’ve been constantly feeling this since a few months so I’ll list down my symptoms:
Continuous ear blockage throughout the day. Constantly have to pop my ears. No problem in hearing as the doctor did an audiogram and said everything was fine. There was no wax in my ear and little fluid build up that was there was removed. However the blockage has still persisted.
Moreover, I sometimes have pain behind my right ear and near the corners of my eye. Recently, have nausea at night when i am lying down.
Please help me out. This ear blockage is so inconvenient, i hate it so much. And despite being to the doctor twice, he said that everything is normal and does not know what it could be. I feel like I haven’t provided adequate information so please feel free to ask for something you think might be relevant.

My only real friend in middle school that actually cared about anything i had going for my had the saddest background. I was new to public school and couldn't make any friends but there was one kid who always tried to include me. I was just depressed at this school and asked why he even cared and told him he should just let me sit by myself. Turns out i am the dick for feeling sorry for myself and he was trying to be the nicest person at school for his sister that had died a few years earlier. He told me how she was having a headache and her family took her to the doctor and the doc wouldn't do anything and just said it was a simple migraine and they wouldn't give her any checks. This poor guy had to watch as his sister bled from her eyes and ears right infront of him until she died from a brain anurism. I may be getting some of the details wrong but it feels good to het the feeling off me.

Hej. I actually find these words quite important in everyday life, but it seems like the mainstream textbooks don't cover them and it's hard to get the correct answers on google. So could someone help me to translate them in Swedish?
boogers
eye sleepies/eye boogers
ear wax
mucus/snot (liquid produced by a running nose)
phlegm (thick secretion stuck in the throat when having a cold)
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Tack för hjälpen!

Hello!
I’m day 23 post op, 99% of my scabs fell off painlessly, and feeling better than ever so wanted to share my recovery story.
I’m a 22F who had my tonsils and adenoids removed. Day 1 to 10 were the most difficult period in terms of pain and discomfort. Around day 12 was when I began to feel a little better everyday. I was not given strong pain meds, and so my recovery was slow. I also developed temporary VPI, where my soft palate didn’t close properly and I had nasal regurgitation— liquids going up my nose. It has taken three weeks to get better and it’s almost gone. The only thing that hasn’t resolved completely is the lack of taste, but that too is improving day by day. I’ve begun eating spicy foods and crunchy stuff, feels so good to eat normally again!
Here’s what I followed—

1. Eating solids: Not everybody’s recovery is the same. With age, the recovery is supposedly longer and more painful too. Eat what you can, even if it’s liquids, make sure you have some kind of food in your system. You can start solids slowly as you’re able to tolerate them. Eating also helps with muscle spasm at the back of the throat, which makes you recover faster.
   
2. Plan pain medications properly: Make sure you plan and take your medications at regular intervals to stay ahead of the pain.
   
3. Don’t underestimate your recovery time: I really thought I’d be okay within a week but rest is so important. Give yourself at least two weeks before making an attempt at resuming your normal routine.
   
4. Ice is your new BFF: Most of us can tolerate foods/drinks that are cold. Icy drinks are the best to soothe a sore throat. You can even put some on your neck for pain.
   
5. Hydration: This is the most important thing to do after the surgery— drink PLENTY of water and other fluids. Keeping the surgery area moist helps in faster recovery, PLUS reduces risk of bleeding because if the area becomes dry, the scabs are more likely to fall off and cause bleeding.
   
6. Getting adequate nutrition: I didn’t realise what I was doing till someone here pointed out how easy it is to get malnourished during the recovery. I was also recovering very slowly due to lack of nutrition. A nutritionist friend of mine said that protein, vitamin C, iron and zinc are some nutrients that help in healing faster. I began to drink Ensure and it really did speed up the healing.
   
7. Get a humidifier: This tip saved my life. I was coughing so violently from throat dryness and this certainly helped keep it moist at night.
   
8. Sleeping in an elevated position: For the first week, I had horrible ear pains that worsened at night. I put 3-4 pillows under my head to open up my airways and it also helped with the ear pain to some extent.
   
9. Not exercising your jaw: I already have a TMJ issue and the surgery may give you jaw stiffness. Ice it and make an effort to use it gently while eating if chewing gum is hard. Not moving it at all will only make it worse!
   
10. If you struggle with nasal regurgitation: Try not to stress. It’s hard to get any liquids in with this issue but the key is to take smaller sips. I switched to lukewarm drinks from day 15 and could tolerate it better than the icy ones which kept going up my nose. Your soft palate needs time to readjust and it usually takes a few weeks.
    

Good luck to anyone getting surgery and those in their recovery process. If you’ve got any questions, feel free to drop in a text! :)

26 year old male. Can’t go to the doctors until my insurance kicks in next week.
My throat kills when I swallow and talk loudly, and has been sore for the past 3-4 days. Here’s some pics:
https://i.imgur.com/QYOCpk6.jpg
https://i.imgur.com/yXsBGw7.jpg

A few weeks ago I was watching a horror movie in the living room, I was home alone and it was almost 2 am so it made it even scarier. About half way through the movie I heard some scuffling and leaves rustling outside my window, I brushed it off because I knew we had some raccoons in the backyard. About 20 minutes before the end I paused the movie to refill my popcorn bucket and refilled my drink. I looked over out the window and saw a shadow with long hair and a nightie, I turned on the outside light to see who it was and it was me, except they were extremely pale and eyes blacked out, and they had a giant chefs knife covered in blood, I moved my arm up to do a sort of scared wave to see if they would respond, they didn’t just respond, they waved their arm up exactly as I did, I did a few more movements with my arm to see if they would still copy me, and they did. I soon realized if they copied my movements, I must of made them kill someone or something with that knife for it to be covered in blood, I moved my left arm and they moved their arm with the knife in their hand. I drove my hand closer to my throat and the knife slowly glided through its throat. I fell to the floor and passes out, I woke up in the hospital with a thick layer of bandages on my neck, the doctor came in an asked if I tried to kill myself, “no” I replied, a another doctor came in and asked me if was any substances, “no”. After a few weeks of recovering I went back home and stood in the place I found the doppleganger I looked closer and I found them again, I walked closer to them until I reached the glass window separating me from the outside, I looked again and found a human sized mirror, than I remembered i replaced my bedroom wardrobe door. I shook in fear as I realized there wasn’t a doppleganger, I-it was me the whole time

Hello,
I woke up yesterday with a fever of 102 and I think I’ve got a viral infection since I don’t have a sore throat or runny nose (yet).
I know when you’re sick some general rules are to stay hydrated (I’m taking a hydration multiplier) and have lots of protein so I don’t lose weight. Since I’ll be out of the gym for a bit, are there any other ways I could minimize muscle loss/loss in athleticism?
On a similar note, are there any immune visiting supplements/nutrients I can take to prevent getting sick in the first place?
I’m also vegetarian, not sure if that changes anything. Thanks!

Not sure what’s been happening. At a loss, and extremely exhausted and depressed. No longer want to socialise or leave the house when I don’t have to and just looking for answers!
30F, GHSV1 positive (asymptomatic for 13 years, it’s meh to me, a cold bothers me more), always had healthy V with no issues until now.
** Had unprotected PIV and Oral. Had the sexual health conversation (I trust him very much so and have no doubt in him) may be unrelated, who knows.
** 6 days later began to feel funny. Symptoms included:

• throat discomfort deep down.
  
• irritation and discomfort in vagina
  

** Visited clinic and got swabbed for all STI/ STDs and routine pap.
** 2 days later the symptoms worsened:

• buzzing/ tingling feeling in clitoris that almost felt a sense of arousal at time, sore to the touch. This caused tingles down my legs due to it buzzing on my clitoris I assume.
  • slight redness and irritation around upper labia minora just below clitoris/ above urethra.
  • intense headaches and a bit sore in the muscles
  • pink discharge

** All tests came back negative (chlamydia, Gon, Trich, myco, BV, Yeast) but went back to the doctor 2 weeks later with new symptoms thinking maybe it was too early to test and got more tests.
** All tests came back negative again and a month later symptoms went away. Yay!
** Not yay. 1 week later after symptoms disappeared, the clitoral sensation returns. Tingling buzzing, burning and almost aroused and became incredibly sore to the touch and irritation just under, in the crease at the top of labia minora. New throat pain began as follows:

• tingles to one side for two days
• followed by sore pinching feeling at right side of the top of my throat near nasopharynx
• followed by razor blades down the right side only

This lasted for a week and a half with the vaginal pain/ discomfort. We thought maybe all of this was a weird way of HSV2 presenting itself in both locations so I jumped on Famcyclovir. I think I was on the back end of the throat pain anyway and it started to go away. But the vaginal/ clitoris pain continued. Finally got my doctor to take my Ureaplasma suspicion seriously and got tested. But I have no yeast, or BV or UTI. Iv never had a UTI so I have no clue what that feels like.
** had a week off and it all came back. Clitoris pain/ buzzing and redness around hood and crease in upper labia minora. 5 days in began to hurt when wiping. Throat pain came back on the right (tingles and pinching in same sport) but crept up into my sinuses, ears, and back end it wrecked my right eye (could be unrelated). My nose mostly on the right bloody hurt and I had right ear pain and slight itching. Eye was burning and had very slight discharge.
Iv been swabbed in all areas of concern, blood tested and nothing. Only thing that came up was Ureaplasma but it doesn’t seem to be presenting in the way of that, or could it? I don’t want to take a bunch of antibiotics and screw myself up even more yet if that’s not what Is causing it.. I hate antibiotics and how they affect me.
(Nothing is stuck under my hood. It’s tiny so not enough space and iv checked and cleaned)
ANY advice or anything is greatly appreciated.

Not sure what’s been happening. At a loss, and extremely exhausted and depressed. No longer want to socialise or leave the house when I don’t have to and just looking for answers!
30F, GHSV1 positive (asymptomatic for 13 years, it’s meh to me, a cold bothers me more), always had healthy V with no issues until now.
** Had unprotected PIV and Oral. Had the sexual health conversation (I trust him very much so and have no doubt in him) may be unrelated, who knows.
** 6 days later began to feel funny. Symptoms included:

• throat discomfort deep down.
  
• irritation and discomfort in vagina
  

** Visited clinic and got swabbed for all STI/ STDs and routine pap.
** 2 days later the symptoms worsened:

• buzzing/ tingling feeling in clitoris that almost felt a sense of arousal at time, sore to the touch. This caused tingles down my legs due to it buzzing on my clitoris I assume.
  • slight redness and irritation around upper labia minora just below clitoris/ above urethra.
  • intense headaches and a bit sore in the muscles
  • pink discharge

** All tests came back negative (chlamydia, Gon, Trich, myco, BV, Yeast) but went back to the doctor 2 weeks later with new symptoms thinking maybe it was too early to test and got more tests.
** All tests came back negative again and a month later symptoms went away. Yay!
** Not yay. 1 week later after symptoms disappeared, the clitoral sensation returns. Tingling buzzing, burning and almost aroused and became incredibly sore to the touch and irritation just under, in the crease at the top of labia minora. New throat pain began as follows:

• tingles to one side for two days
• followed by sore pinching feeling at right side of the top of my throat near nasopharynx
• followed by razor blades down the right side only

This lasted for a week and a half with the vaginal pain/ discomfort. We thought maybe all of this was a weird way of HSV2 presenting itself in both locations so I jumped on Famcyclovir. I think I was on the back end of the throat pain anyway and it started to go away. But the vaginal/ clitoris pain continued. Finally got my doctor to take my Ureaplasma suspicion seriously and got tested. But I have no yeast, or BV or UTI. Iv never had a UTI so I have no clue what that feels like.
** had a week off and it all came back. Clitoris pain/ buzzing and redness around hood and crease in upper labia minora. 5 days in began to hurt when wiping. Throat pain came back on the right (tingles and pinching in same sport) but crept up into my sinuses, ears, and back end it wrecked my right eye (could be unrelated). My nose mostly on the right bloody hurt and I had right ear pain and slight itching. Eye was burning and had very slight discharge.
Iv been swabbed in all areas of concern, blood tested and nothing. Only thing that came up was Ureaplasma but it doesn’t seem to be presenting in the way of that, or could it? I don’t want to take a bunch of antibiotics and screw myself up even more yet if that’s not what Is causing it.. I hate antibiotics and how they affect me.
(Nothing is stuck under my hood. It’s tiny so not enough space and iv checked and cleaned)
ANY advice or anything is greatly appreciated.

Not sure what’s been happening. At a loss, and extremely exhausted and depressed. No longer want to socialise or leave the house when I don’t have to and just looking for answers! Always had healthy V with no issues until now.
** Had unprotected PIV and Oral. Had the sexual health conversation (I trust him very much so and have no doubt in him) may be unrelated, who knows.
** 6 days later began to feel funny. Symptoms included:

• throat discomfort deep down.
  
• irritation and discomfort in vagina
  

** Visited clinic and got swabbed for all STI/ STDs and routine pap.
** 2 days later the symptoms worsened:

• buzzing/ tingling feeling in clitoris that almost felt a sense of arousal at time, sore to the touch. This caused tingles down my legs due to it buzzing on my clitoris I assume.
  • slight redness and irritation around upper labia minora just below clitoris/ above urethra.
  • intense headaches and a bit sore in the muscles
  • pink discharge

** All tests came back negative (chlamydia, Gon, Trich, myco, BV, Yeast) but went back to the doctor 2 weeks later with new symptoms thinking maybe it was too early to test and got more tests.
** All tests came back negative again and a month later symptoms went away. Yay!
** Not yay. 1 week later after symptoms disappeared, the clitoral sensation returns. Tingling buzzing, burning and almost aroused and became incredibly sore to the touch and irritation just under, in the crease at the top of labia minora. New throat pain began as follows:

• tingles to one side for two days
• followed by sore pinching feeling at right side of the top of my throat near nasopharynx
• followed by razor blades down the right side only

This lasted for a week and a half with the vaginal pain/ discomfort. We thought maybe all of this was a weird way of HSV2 presenting itself in both locations so I jumped on Famcyclovir. I think I was on the back end of the throat pain anyway and it started to go away. But the vaginal/ clitoris pain continued. Finally got my doctor to take my Ureaplasma suspicion seriously and got tested. But I have no yeast, or BV or UTI. Iv never had a UTI so I have no clue what that feels like.
** had a week off and it all came back. Clitoris pain/ buzzing and redness around hood and crease in upper labia minora. 5 days in began to hurt when wiping. Throat pain came back on the right (tingles and pinching in same sport) but crept up into my sinuses, ears, and back end it wrecked my right eye (could be unrelated). My nose mostly on the right bloody hurt and I had right ear pain and slight itching. Eye was burning and had very slight discharge.
Iv been swabbed in all areas of concern, blood tested and nothing. Only thing that came up was Ureaplasma but it doesn’t seem to be presenting in the way of that, or could it? I don’t want to take a bunch of antibiotics and screw myself up even more yet if that’s not what Is causing it.. I hate antibiotics and how they affect me.
(Nothing is stuck under my hood. It’s tiny so not enough space and iv checked and cleaned)
ANY advice or anything is greatly appreciated.

I (26f) was diagnosed with bipolar at 16. It’s been a long journey of finding the right medications, doctors, and therapists. I also struggled with drug and alcohol dependency and am two years and 8 months sober. I also have pseudo seizures which honestly suck. During the time of recovery for my addiction, I finally got on a medication (Latuda 80mg, Wellbutrin 150mg, and hydroxyzine as needed) that helped my mood swings and everything else that is associated with my form of bipolar, to include my high anxiety. For a little over two years everything was great medication and symptom wise. I struggled with therapy for a bit because I couldn’t find one that fit my needs because my town is limited on mental health resources. So I currently don’t have a therapist and unfortunately I also don’t have insurance at the moment. I’ve been paying out of pocket to see my doctor and get my meds. Well last year, probably early November, I started throwing up after taking the Latuda and it also made my face swell and look really red and splotchy. I tried lower the dose and it still had that affect on my face, just not the vomiting. It wasn’t every day either, it was every third or fourth day that this would occur and only after I took the Latuda. I’m march, I called my doctor because I’d had enough and was miserable because I started having stomach pain and couldn’t sleep. They told me to stop taking it immediately, but they couldn’t prescribe me a new medication till they saw me again which was the first week of May. (The rescheduled me in January to march because of my doctor, and in march I ended up in the hospital the day before my appointment so I had to reschedule. No, she wouldn’t do a phone appointment) So I have been off medication up until May 19. She prescribed me rexulti but I am terrified of taking any medication now because I had another bad reaction to a medication my PCP prescribed me in April (metformin 1000mg) two weeks ago. I have been dry heaving and throwing up randomly and I have been having anxiety attacks and crying spells more frequently, as well as days of mania. I mean, I’m writing this at 1225 am and I normally sleep 8-10 hours. Anyway, I work a job in a warehouse and am scheduled really early in the morning (usually 4 am). I have had to call out twice in the last two weeks. The first time was because of the bad reaction to the metformin… I was so physically ill that I was not able to get out of bed or eat and barely slept. It also triggered seizures in my sleep. The second time was yesterday morning. I had an anxiety attack the night before and had to take my “as needed” medication because I was dry heaving and vomiting for the better part of an hour. I also could not breathe and in that moment I thought I would just drop dead. I don’t know what triggered it. I have been taking the rexulti for 4 days now, but I know it won’t work immediately. I also take the Wellbutrin every day like I’m supposed to. So I called in when I woke up at three, because I was so groggy and dehydrated, I knew I wouldn’t be okay at work. My job is a very physically demanding job and it’s hot and humid in the mornings right now. My throat was also so raw that I couldn’t even swallow my spit. I have felt nothing but guilt for calling in and I feel so ashamed of myself that it’s gotten this bad. My boyfriend really has been the best through all of this and is doing his best to reassure me, but I keep feeling like I’m a burden to him. I also can’t stop thinking about the past few months and wishing I had never stopped the Latuda and just put up with the side affects. Everything is playing on repeat and I don’t know how to stop it. It rushes through my mind and I feel like my head is going to explode. I don’t know anyone on a personal level who would understand either… everyone I know, besides my boyfriend, just tells me they expected this to happen and that I’ll be fine eventually and just get that glazed over look when I talk. I don’t want to tell anyone at work about my mental health problems… I don’t want them to think I use it as a crutch. I pick up shifts throughout the week when I can, I help my coworkers every day that I work and I go above and beyond. I help take care of my niece and nephew and up until a few days ago, I would also help take care of my baby sister. I am constantly surrounded by family or at my boyfriends house. I am also in college and finally getting my associates this summer and moving onto my bachelors. My point is, I don’t want them to think I’m lazy and just calling in to call in.
Sorry for the long post.
TLDR; Had a panic attack the night before work and called in the next morning. Now I can’t stop thinking about everything that has happened over the past few months and need constant reassurance, which makes me feel even worse.

These are my beginner fanfictions! I tried to keep these as congruent with the portrayed personalities/actions of Overlord(tm).
The first is set sometime around the Re-Estize Kingdom destruction, while the second is set right after Pestonya and Nigredo get released from Ice Prison.
These feature Mare, Pestonya, and Cocytus mostly.
Please enjoy them!
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The shadow demon whispered into Ainz' "ear" which was met with a heavy sigh. He had grown tired of this fight, his enthusiasm for the following battle was sapped- all due to a certain individuals' actions.
"I tire of this. Cocytus, do as you will."
Cocytus thumped his chest with the pride not only of being chosen by Ainz-Sama but at the incoming chance to prove his worth to his God.
"Yes! Ainz. Sama. Will. I. Be. Providing. Back. Up. For. Your. Commands?"
Ainz propped his chin on a knuckle, and with a regal wave of his hand stated his decree.
"This war is with truly worthless, as well as anything that might be here. Truly worthless creatures." A chill seeped over the ground as Cocytus and the other retainers within the splendorous tent realized- Ainz-sama was angered by the Individuals' previous actions. The chill spread through their feet and crawled up their backs, like a horrid ghost which wished to whisper sweet nothings of despair into your ear. Slowly, it retracted, yet all in the tent continued to shiver. Such was the wrath of a Supreme Being. "Except for "that individual" do as you must, this was a waste of time. Everyone you shall be placed under Cocytus' direct orders as needed- assist him as you must."
Ainz-sama leaned deeper into his fist, lost in thought and perhaps tired from having to deal with this skirmish- far beneath need to waste his time. Cocytus and the other retainers bowed and briskly left the room. Walking with pride- Cocytus was trailed by footsteps, one step of clicking heels behind him drew his notice.
"Cocytus."
Albedo, the Overseer of Nazarick gently but firmly gripped one of his arms causing him to stop in his tracks.
"I apologize for touching you, but I don't need to exp-"
Cocytus waved two of his opposite arms, opposite from Albedos' retreating grasp.
"It. Need. Not. Be. Said." Cocytus puffed out "To. Not. Only. Waste. Ainz. Samas'. Precious. Time. But. To. Also. Not. Even. Reach. The. Standards. To. Meet. His. Expectations. Is. Worthy. Of. Eradication."
The other retainers- the Floor Guardians nodded to his statement in agreement.
Shalltear piped up" Ahhh~ We don't even need to show them true despair, this will simply be an execution." With a shake of her head and an expression which read "It can't be helped."
With resolve tempered, Cocytus began his task.
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The Hydra was a creature well known not only in Yggdrasil, but in the New World as well. Capable of casting not only magic of the 5th tier, but sometimes able to cast martial abilities. This was, however, entirely dependent on the luck of said hydra from birth. They could have anywhere from 7-9 heads and each could be skilled in magic or martial abilities, what it knew however was random- one could cast up to 2nd Tier but another on the same body could cast 5th tier. Its' heads would act in unison, with a "main head" being chosen by one which displayed their dominance by fighting the other heads and helped by slight telekinesis which allowed them to sense the leaders' whims.
Pelgraya-Nurm was proud of her shiny scales, which she frequently rehydrated to keep their glistening texture possibly to appear alluring to the humans. Their approval was below her, but who wouldn't appreciate praise no matter how insignificant. She shook her golden brown mane, large and fluffy she would easily be lauded by these humans as the softest cuddling partner if only she was nicer. She was not however.
Pelgraya-Nurm was different however, instead of heads it had been born with a plethora of arms. These arms, while not adept at martial kills, could cast 6th tier spells and along with improved dexterity, she could wield weapons if needed. This could be the reason she was cast out and viciously chased off by her kith and kin, probably not wanting the weakness a mutant would bring. She also had a talent, for mana, which increased her mana regen by absurd amounts the lower her mana. She was currently leading the contingent of her mercenary group which while called "The City Guard" were nothing more than thugs.
Pelgraya-Nurm had taken a name in part of jealousy of dragons (but partially from being shunned by her kin) but also to make her stand out among humans. While she easily towered over humans, however, the creatures she saw across from the battlefield shook her even now and made her feel insignifigant. She looked to her adjutant, Papaya, an elf she had bought to handle any affairs of human relations.
"Papaya" Pelgraya-Nurm muttered "What is that contingent of undead? Why have we not heard of such a thing before?"
Papaya rocked with her masters' obvious displeasure.
"I-i'm not sure. We haven't heard anything from scouts or even from the kingdom- they simply appeared P-Pelgraya-sama."
Papaya was consequently splattered across the floor, nearby soldiers, and part of the wall Pelgraya-Nurm was stationed on. Wicking off her claws with a flick of the wrist, she voiced her displeasure.
"You can all be replaced, you are nothing to me. I own you." Pelgraya-Nurm stated matter-of-factly. Simply put, this was how Hydras' and even most monsters behaved- rule of the strong. However, this was not usually the case for humanoids. They had "laws" and "good samaritism" they usually reacted negatively to being pasted onto their nearby surroundings.
Out of the corned of her eye, Pelgraya-Nurm saw a twisting of her humongous shadow- a small offshoot which seemed to sputter and slink off. Only for a second, she must have been seeing a trick of the light. She turned towards her opponents and grinned, they stood no chance.
Across the battlefield, after being reported to by that shadow demon, someone stamped the seal which would seal their fate.
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Cocytus had prepared a map of the village they stood before, which had been prepared by the shadow demons beforehand. It was largely unremarkable, but being a ragtag mercenary group this could easily be all of their mustered forces. The shadow demons hadn't been scouting for long but they would more than likely bring forth confirmation to this point. Cocytus would not be swayed by this, already tempered by previous expectations.
"Shalltear. May. I. Leave. Mopping. Up. Escaping. Troops. Or. Those. Running. Away. To. You?"
With a dainty curtsy, Shalltear silently left with an expression of relish. Now, what to do about showing the true wrath towards someone who wasted the precious Supreme Ones' infinite mercy of a quick death?
"Do. We. Have. The. Troops. Ready?"
"Yes, Cocytus. I have a suggestion to showing off our Supreme Ones' beauty in rule." Demiurge responded with a slowly growing grin.
Then. I. Shall. Leave. That. To. You."
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Pelgraya-Nurm was the first to hear it. A slow repeating stomp followed by a short break and then repeating. It quickly grew and inversely morale quickly shriveled.
STOMP STOMP STOMP. Silence.
STOMP STOMP STOMP. Silence.
This continued for a short while, as the undead which comprised the enemy forces- stomped in time, a truly jaw-dropping event. Undead could be coordinated so? In this number? Pelgraya-Nurm was growing uneasy, her surrounding contingent had long passed this.
STOMP STOMP STOMP. Silence.
The undead knelt and bowed, all centered on the tent in the distance. A chill was growing like a pillar of ice in the human army. No longer centered around Pelgraya-Nurm, but on this unknown force which had appeared.
STOMP STOMP STOMP. Silence.
The army split neatly in two as the undead smoothly, rised, slid away from the center, and resumed kneeling. A golden embroidered flag, with a black seal upon the purple midnight fabric. It slowly approached the middle grounds between the two armies and assumed a straight backed stance.
STOMP STOMP STOMP. Silence.
It began hoisting the flag straight up on every stomp, down in between. With a voice unnaturally loud for a sinle creature to have- and to be heard over such a distance. A voice which while holding a degree of self-importance rasped with the clear hatred for the living. It interrupted between the stomps.
STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
This continued until they saw creatures slowly walk from both sides of the army, chilling them to the bone even more somehow. Towering, black, and wielding swords in twisting patterns with paired great shields. Adorned with red veins which pulsated and seemed to draw the viewer into their grisly visage, a face which begged for them to approach and be rent. Death Knights.
These creatures lumbered in a roundabout number as the contingent shuddered in fear, no doubt a rout was being concocted simultaneously by these non-connected creatures. As the realization dawned on them for what was happening- they were being boxed in. Those horrid creatures had spaced themselves enough to easily be able to catch them if any tried to run.
It was a do-or-die situation. And if they got resurrected it might just be a die-or-die situation. Suddenly, gripping her superiority and strength- Pelgraya-Nurm commanded these rowdy people together.
"We have no chance of running, this is truly ride or die! Keep them at bay and I'll blast them to death!" she smirked despite her creeping fear.
The soldiers prepared themselves, maybe some of them would make it out alive if they fought to either their teeth or nails.
---
Shalltear skipped along the streets, a strong undead following in tow. It was called a Living Hunter, an undead of the 50s level. It hungered for the living as its' name foretold, it however was adequately skilled for this task. It grew stronger in proportion to the living around it, which increased the radius of those included which could swell to absurd ranges depending on deployment. As well as that, it grew faster movement speed and attack speed the longer it chased an individual living creature. It towered over its surroundings and it could be slowed by those running into or hiding in buildings. This was also tempered by the fact it was sometimes unable to control itself from brutally devouring victims alive in brutal and sadistic fashions. While it could be a dangerous foe for attackers, it could easily be countered by simply sending in weak merc. NPCs to distract it or, even simpler just having a tank which had any taunt skill to constantly reset their passive.
Shalltear had been dragging along several human corpses in one hand while her umbrella was twirled in the other, snacks- not for her of course. They had easily accomplished their task, Living Hunter chasing stragglers and scaring people while Shalltear threw rocks to smash them into pieces. While its disgusting nature could never be mistaken for cute, the growl it made was of pleading. Shalltear stopped in place, sighed in an exaggerated manner, and spun with a childish waggle of her finger said-
"I GUESS you receive a treat for your good work.."
-she smiled and tossed corpses up to the Undead Hunter not unlike how one would toss treats to their pet dog. It snapped them up and smashed them like balloons between its teeth, chewing them up as if relishing a delicious piece of bubblegum.
"Gruuuu..!" it rumbled, shaking the surroundings.
"Okay, you continue with the pincer attack while I watch over this city, arinsu~."
It lumbered off as Shalltear sauntered up a walls buttressed stairs, before shortly perching herself to watch the ensuing battle, kicking her feet, and cutely twirling her umbrella.
---
STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
Suddenly, it stopped. Jolting the mercenaries to attention. The undead chanter turned itself to the side and took steps back. A towering creature stepped forth from the tent and walked down the alley towards them.
As a slow frost gently billowed forth from the enemy side, the soldiers teeth began clacking. Pelgraya-Nurm, being cold-blooded, especially. The creature walked forth, eyes glinting in the dwindling sunlight and planted itself where the chanter had been. It slammed its weapons- a giant curved sword with a long hilt, a halberd, and an oddly small thin blade. The halberd and large sword had their hilts planted in the crackling, dry earth.
Silence. No one dared breath. The battlefield had shrunk and the contingent realized this. They were audibly shaking now, armor clinking over armor. Pelgraya-Nurm moved to say something was cut off by a shriek from behind them. A shriek which sounded like souls whining to be realsed from eternal torment.
Rubble came crashing down around them, slushing some of them and maiming others. Pelgraya-Nurm was struck by a huge chunk of wall directly in the face as she looked up, knocking her out cold. She was unable to witness the creature which had crumbled the walls from behind like a child might crush a graham cracker in their hands. It lurched over, so close it could look some of them face to face. It rasped a disgusting swathe of undead stench over them and seemingly chuckled. It- counter to its' size, grasped several soldiers with its armored mitts and tossed them into the air. The resulting crunch of the bone heralded the beginning to the skirmish.
As the undead began marching towards them, their attention was diverted between the encroaching mass of dead and the fact this creature summarily had grasped Pelgraya-Nurm and slowly dragged her with them. Their trump card removed, they were finished in barely ten minutes.
---
Pelgraya-Nurm awoke slowly, her vision blurry and ear-holes ringing.
"????? ??????? ?? ??? ????..." something murmured. She did not know or care whether this was directed at her, and she was focused on simply getting up and wreaking havoc among these filthy peasants. She toppled over, due to her weight and a force pushing her down.
"??! ??? ????? ? ??? ?????? ??? ? wonder ?? sama ??? ???????? ?? ?????" failed to breach her head and report anything communicable to her brain. She was slowly coming to and realized she was surrounded.
A silver haired thing, a creature in orange vestment, and the tall white thing from before.
"Waking ??? ?? ???? ?. Good. ??? ?? ?? begin."
The silver-hair and white- thing stood with smug(?) looks (she had never cared to learn human expressions) as the orange-suit walked forward.
"How would you ???? do this?" the orange-ones' movement was making her dizzy again, however she had the upper hand- quickly she cast a [Silent Magic: Ultra Fireball] in a deft motion. Before that she was struck across the head which sent her reeling and slightly rolling. The fuzziness returned-
"No." orange-suit said, muffled by her newly made brain fog.
"A bit gentler ???? ?????? Ainz-sama ???? ???? this one ??? all." the silver-hair piped up
"Indeed. It. Will ????. ?. ??????. Prize. For. ???. Ainz. Sama. ????. It. Would. Seem. ???. ?. ??????. Bauble." white-thing responded.
Her vision returning, she weakly lifted her head and was promptly struck again- she had been bitch-slapped. It wasn't as forceful as before, which allowed her to go all out and cast [Maximize Magic: Ultra Fireball], [Maximize Magic: Magic Arrow], and [Maximi-
She was bitch slapped once.
She was bitch slapped twice.
She was bitch slapped a third time.
Her head was whipped around comically with the applied beatings.
"????. ??. ????. ???. Awaits." the white-thing stated
"??????." the silver-hair responded
"??. ??? ????? ????." the orange-suit concurred.
Pelgraya-Nurm was gripped by her throat as she was recovering from this. The orange-thing gripped her throat with a single thing, threatening to crush her windpipe. Slowly she started being dragged along behind them, at a brisk pace. The cobblestone of the city around her and the subsequent rocky ground, for the first time hurt as she was roughly dragged along it.
She struggled, and was thrown onto the ground and bitch-slapped again, gripped by the throat, and dragged along again. This continued two more times, but Pelgraya-Nurm was exhausted, not only from her large size' energy need, the beatings, and an unknown exposure to the sunlight. She felt weak and the fight left her. She was dragged along the long, slow, path towards that tent.
---
They finally arrived in front of the tent and she was again slammed into the ground, this time in a much harder throw. The wind and tears were knocked from her, the ground cracking underneath this crushing blow. The white-thing, silver-hair, and orange-suit all prostrated themselves towards the tent. An encroaching fear was growing over Pelgraya-Nurm and she bowed her head to the ground (again, partly from exhaustion and the beatings).
"Ainz-sama! We have brought this disgusting specimen before you as you have asked!" the three spoke in unison. Pelgraya-Nurm understood. Ainz Ooal Gown was not a country or a simple fief but someone these things bowed before.
As the aforementioned one fluttered the tent flap open, a finely decorated skeleton thing- followed by a demi-angel(?). Fear pierced her through like a harpoon, and felt as if it was being pulled through her guts. She openly shook and hoped maybe since they had brought her forth, they might allow her to at least live. Undead were known to hate the living, but maybe since this one surrounded itself by the living it would be merciful.
---
Ainz flapped open the tent, and was greeted with Demiurge, Shalltear, and Cocytus. He received their gift of this prisoner-of-war, and consequently praised their efforts. This praise made them seemingly shiver with delight. But to Pelgraya-Nurm, it was unnoticed- she was too focused on this one called "Ainz."
"A-Ainz-sama?" She spat up as she pressed her head into the head indent she had made earlier. "I-"
Ainz sliced his hand horizontally as if to cut her in twain.
"Silence." it commanded.
She began tearing up, how could fate deny her strength. She had made herself a slowly growing land, full with servants, and glory to her. Why had this thing come here? Why her?
"To viciously murder ones followers, loyal beings- is a sin I cannot abide. To do so, is to be scum of the worst kind. I do not normally do this, but I shall relish this. Cocytus lift her."
Before she could run, white-thing grabbed her by the forehead and lifted her straight up. This painful grip denied her any chance to pull free, her large body squirming halfways upon the ground. Her arms pulled and scraped the ground and attempted to pull herself free by pushing against Cocytus. She was like a child being lifted by the leg, helpless against her coming doom.
Ainz flicked his wrist and a magic circle appeared before his bony hand. With that he made a faux-gripping motion and she could no longer move her body and some of her arms. It felt like she was truly being gripped within his grasp. Her arms now flailed uselessly and she screamed and cried as she too flailed. Her last thought was that she had never found a mate, maybe a human HAD been her only chance.
With that flick of the wrist, she was summarily twisted around, multiple times, in a quick clockwise turn. Cocytus' grip being the axis of this sickly pirouette, evoking the look of a ballroom dance. Cocytus subsequently dropped the head.
"Send it to be picked clean, and Living Hunter to patrol."
​
Much later, after confirming everything was razed and destroyed- the Living Hunter gleefully engorged itself among the feast of the battlefield.
​

I’m trying to avoid taking medication in fear it will decrease milk supply. I feel so sick with a head cold. My nose is blocked up, yet runny, so much mucus on my throat I am constantly trying to clear it. Sinus pressure and no sleep.. ugh!!
Taking a Epsom salt soak in the morning that’s for sure. What other remedies should I try. Should I be having honey, certain teas, etc? Any feedback is appreciated

My grandmother, Ida, loves to talk. She'll tell stories for days, but she only told me this story once, and never spoke about it again.
There’s an abandoned steel skeleton on the other side of the cemetery where Ida grew up. It used to be a cell tower, or maybe it was for power lines; there’s no way to tell now. The blackberry plants are still there, though. They twist around the places where the metal still disappears into the dirt, the beams sunk deep into the ground despite the way the whole structure has fallen sideways into the grass. The graves are in almost the same state of disrepair, with most of the names scrubbed away by the rain and the wind. But there’s one heads tone that still gleams like it did on the day it was made, the marble cast with shifting shadows from the sugar-maple tree that looms over it. Charlotte Telor is etched into it, along with beloved.
Charlotte’s mother, Ida, is eighty-three now. She can barely walk from all the cancers that have left her body weak, and she hobbles along with one hand on her husband's shoulder and one hand on mine. She kneels in front of Sharon’s tomb and prays over it, then puts down new flowers to replace the old ones. She comes here so often that the previous flowers still look almost fresh. When Ina gets up, she has a stinging nettle rash on her right knee and an oak gall stuck to her sweater.
They’d pick the blackberries, Charlotte and Ida, back when the tower was still standing proud over the cemetery. Charlotte loved to gather up a handful of berries and put one at the foot of every grave, with a pause between each to eat one herself, of course. She thought that each patch of dirt contained an angel, and she could gain their favor by feeding them. She picked up bits of tombstones and tried to fit the puzzle pieces back together, even when the graves looked like nothing more than a bare patch of dirt.
Ida goes to church every Sunday and puts her whole heart into it, singing as loud as her throat can manage, even when it hurts her. She bakes bread once a month to share at the community dinners, donates candles for Christmas service, and is generally a pillar of the Spartanburg community.
“They all came over when Charlotte died,” Ida told me. “All of my friends, every single one of them.” She didn’t spend a moment alone, and she didn’t have to cook for herself for a month. There was a collection sent around, the following Sunday, to pay for Charlotte's medical bills.
It started when Charlotte started walking around hunched over, her arms wrapped tight around her stomach. When she started vomiting and didn’t stop, Ida took her to the emergency room in their old car, rattling over the potholes at seventy miles an hour. They were sent away at the emergency room, though, because Charlotte wasn’t crying and it was busy. Another day passed. Charlotte grew more and more sick. They went back to the emergency room, and finally talked to a doctor.
The doctor looked her over, pressed on her belly, and then went silent. He picked her up and took her into the next room without a single word, except to brush off the secretary.
“They need to sign in,” the secretary said.
“No time,” the doctor answered, his voice still deathly quiet.
Ida doesn’t remember what happened after that. It’s lost to her in a haze of grief and people running. All she knows is that her baby died from a burst appendix because she was sent away the first time they went to the doctor. Charlotte was two years old. She was buried in the same cemetery that she used to hunt for blackberries in.
“She didn’t cry,” Ida said. “The whole time, she didn’t cry. The doctors told me that she must have had such a massive tolerance for pain.”
But my grandmother tells me something different.
"I saw them take her," Ida says. "The demons. They crawled out of the graves and killed Charlotte's blackberry angels."
According to Ida, she didn't cry because the demons had stuffed their claim into her mouth, gagged her on their rotting flesh and planted their poison in her.
“The God that I know is a loving God,” Ina said. "I don't know how he could let that happen. It just slipped by his notice, I guess."
She is eighty-three years old and losing a child is still the worst thing that has ever happened to her. Her confession to me, in an ashamed whisper, is that she can only keep going because she knows that she will see Charlotte again, one way or another. She's been catching glimpses of the demons out of the corners of her eyes for decades.

There’s an abandoned steel skeleton on the other side of the cemetery. It used to be a cell tower, or maybe it was for power lines; there’s no way to tell now. The blackberry plants are still there, though. They twist around the places where the metal still disappears into the dirt, the beams sunk deep into the ground despite the way the whole structure has fallen sideways into the grass. The graves are in almost the same state of disrepair, with most of the names scrubbed away by the rain and the wind. But there’s one heads tone that still gleams like it did on the day it was made, the marble cast with shifting shadows from the sugar-maple tree that looms over it. Charlotte Telor is etched into it, along with beloved.
Charlotte’s mother, Ida, my grandmother, is eighty-three now. She can barely walk from all the cancers that have left her body weak, and she hobbles along with one hand on her husband's shoulder and one hand on mine. She kneels in front of Sharon’s tomb and prays over it, then puts down new flowers to replace the old ones. She comes here so often that the previous flowers still look almost fresh. When Ina gets up, she has a stinging nettle rash on her right knee and an oak gall stuck to her sweater.
They’d pick the blackberries, Charlotte and Ida, back when the tower was still standing proud over the cemetery. Charlotte loved to gather up a handful of berries and put one at the foot of every grave, with a pause between each to eat one herself, of course. She thought that each patch of dirt contained an angel, and she could gain their favor by feeding them. She picked up bits of tombstones and tried to fit the puzzle pieces back together, even when the graves looked like nothing more than a bare patch of dirt.
Ida goes to church every Sunday and puts her whole heart into it, singing as loud as her throat can manage, even when it hurts her. She bakes bread once a month to share at the community dinners, donates candles for Christmas service, and is generally a pillar of the Spartanburg community.
“They all came over when Charlotte died,” Ida told me. “All of my friends, every single one of them.” She didn’t spend a moment alone, and she didn’t have to cook for herself for a month. There was a collection sent around, the following Sunday, to pay for Charlotte's medical bills.
It started when Charlotte started walking around hunched over, her arms wrapped tight around her stomach. When she started vomiting and didn’t stop, Ida took her to the emergency room in their old car, rattling over the potholes at seventy miles an hour. They were sent away at the emergency room, though, because Charlotte wasn’t crying and it was busy. Another day passed. Charlotte grew more and more sick. They went back to the emergency room, and finally talked to a doctor.
The doctor looked her over, pressed on her belly, and then went silent. He picked her up and took her into the next room without a single word, except to brush off the secretary.
“They need to sign in,” the secretary said.
“No time,” the doctor answered, his voice still deathly quiet.
Ida doesn’t remember what happened after that. It’s lost to her in a haze of grief and people running. All she knows is that her baby died from a burst appendix because she was sent away the first time they went to the doctor. Charlotte was two years old. She was buried in the same cemetery that she used to hunt for blackberries in.
“She didn’t cry,” Ida said. “The whole time, she didn’t cry. The doctors told me that she must have had such a massive tolerance for pain.”
But my grandmother tells me something different. "I saw them take her," Ida says. "The demons. They crawled out of the graves and killed Charlotte's blackberry angels."
According to Ida, she didn't cry because the demons had stuffed their claim into her mouth, gagged her on their rotting flesh and planted their poison in her.
“The God that I know is a loving God,” Ina said. "I don't know how he could let that happen."
She is eighty-three years old and losing a child is still the worst thing that has ever happened to her. Her confession to me, in an ashamed whisper, is that she can only keep going because she knows that she will see Charlotte again, one way or another. She's been catching glimpses of the demons out of the corners of her eyes for decades.

So I just got my nose and ears done Friday but both of these days I've been cleaning them I've been afraid that I'm not using enough saline solution or I'm using too much or what if I'm or what if I'm not putting enough in the right spot, stuff like that. So is there a way to tell if I'm doing it properly?

I’ve been wanting to write this for months and didn’t really know what to say. It’ll be long so I understand if you don’t wanna read it, but it feels good saying it.
This past November, I got sick. At the time, I was terribly afraid of the doctor. Hadn’t been in years. So I did a telehealth visit, and was told I had bronchitis. The doctor prescribed me what was basically Mucinex and an Albuterol inhaler for the wheezing. This went on for about a week. After that I started getting very sick. Low grade fever, coughing like crazy, and the wheezing was getting worse. I got worried once the Albuterol stopped working, but shrugged it off. I never get sick so this was no different, right? Way wrong. At about 2:30 on a Sunday morning, I was really struggling to breathe. I woke my fiancée up and off we went to the ER. I couldn’t breathe if I was sitting straight up, so I was leaned over the back seat just to get half a breath.
Once we got to the ER, it was all I could do to walk in but I did it while she parked the car. This is when it gets a little blurry because my oxygen was sitting at about 88%, but I was none the wiser. When I got to triage they had me sit in a wheelchair, but I couldn’t because sitting was restricting my breathing so bad. At some point they got a blood pressure reading of about 260/120 something (I was freaking out bad at this point). I walked to the waiting room and was standing/leaning over some chairs to catch my breath. Then a nurse came to wheel me back to a room. The last thing I remember is my feet hitting the doors to the actual ER, and I blacked out.
This is where shit gets wild, because the next thing I remember is being semi conscious (I think) and someone asking me a bunch of yes or no questions. Like asking if I knew where I was, what happened, etc.. Next thing I know is there’s a super bright light and some man is telling me to cough cough cough. That’s when I felt the breathing tube come out of my throat. I was very confused, but very high from all the drugs. I had been on a ventilator for about 5 days and had zero clue.
I later learned that in the ER, they had given me all kinds of breathing treatments and nothing was working, so they decided to intubate me. I don’t remember any of that happening and that’s probably for the best. All of that turned in to an 8 day stay at the hospital.
There’s a lot more to this story but I’ll wrap it up. What I ended up with is double pneumonia which turned in to sepsis. Oxygen got down to 80% and my PCO2 was sitting at a cool 90. Arterial blood pH was about 7, almost 6.9. Not good. They even had a chaplain come talk to my family because they were about to let me go; nothing was working. Luckily the doctors never gave up, and for that, I’ll be grateful forever.
That’s the story about how I almost left this earth and got stuck with adult onset asthma. Luckily it’s now controlled and I have a good relationship with my doctor. Bottom line is, listen to your body. It may just save your life. So keep taking your meds guys, no matter how annoying it may seem ❤️

I recently had wx and one of the doctors was being really friendly towards me, personally I am outgoing to a extent but only when I properly know a person. This doctor wasnt even on the ward that I was working on, but he took me and my freind down to the lab to give some samples. This is the first time I'd met him and I was joking around asking him questions and he was telling me to go ahead. When my freind had gone to give the samples he started asking me if I have a boyfriend and whether or not he kisses me or not..the questions were weird and they were giving me a weird feeling but I didnt wanna make it awkward so I just diverted the questions. Two days later I was wearing a ring and he kept joking saying that he got it for me and that I'm acting like his wife and I just went along and laughed..I was only there for 4 days and he was joking..I think so I didnt feel like I should overthink it. On the last day I saw him in the morning and he was talking to me and my freind and i told him about my situation ship and now I regret it. It probably gave the wrong idea, that I was someone who was open to the idea of bring touched. He think isunuated that I'm the type of girl who knows all the spots to do things at..like places to hide in the park ect...and theres more but I cant really remember. Then at the end of the day we were leaving and we saw him, he had 20min left and was sat down, I was in the middle and he was on the side, my freind on the other side. He kept joking saying let's torched her until she tells us about her 'boyfriend's so he got my hair and started playing with it and I kept moving, trying to make it obvious I wanted him to stop but he didnt get the hint, instead he started grabbing my ear and rubbing it and he told my freind to do the same but she was feeling uncomfortable and didnt wanna give him a reason to carry on so she didn't. He also told her to push me closer towards him, and then he started like stroking my face in a weird way and yk when a babys crying and you try to soothe them, I tired to move away and he was like shhhh it's okay and errgggg I felt so weird and really I know I should've said something but I've never ever been in a situation like that and I didnt wanna make it awkward or ruin my time there so I didnt say anything, thankfully it didnt progress any further and we went but afterwards my freind was saying she found it really weird and stuff. I did end up telling my situation ship about it but he sort of got angry and said that it's my fault, when I did try to move away multiple times, any opinions on this? The whole situation? Am I over reacting?