Tonsil Stones help!?

Tonsil Stones help!?
I started to have these things last year. I’m a 22 year old male and this is the most frustrating thing in the world. Once i had these things stuck in my throat for 10 days and i couldn’t stop thinking of anything but this.

I did not know what this what. I always felt it was food stuck in my throat. Whenever this happened, it WAS ALWAYS food i ate but i either didn’t chew it properly or ate it too fast. I keep telling myself i will chew properly and eat slow but sometimes i don’t.

I found out last year this was tonsil stones when checking out yahoo answers and google. Its a white thing less than the size of a pea that SMELLS. So yes it was indeed tonsil stones. I had this about 12 times the last year. Everytime i swallow my saliva or eat something, I feel something stuck in my throat.

Everytime i got the tonsil stones out, I had to intentionally throw up and gargle myself in the neck to make these things cough out. I had success every time but it takes a lot of attempts to do it. Again i have it b/c i ate a hot dog too fast or didnt chew it properly. The last 2 days has been frustrating for me b/c the food is stuck in my throat and i cannot cough these tonsil stones out.

One time i went to the doctor and he gave me some pills to take to help it. The following day or 2 i finally coughed it out but it had nothign to do with the pills. Out of the 12 time i had tonsil stones, i coughed it out every single damn time. I wished i could just swallow it and it goes down my throat but it has never happened once.

I have ate big pieces of bread and drank water/salt to cough it out but it still doesn’t work. Does anyone know if a doctor can just go into your throat and take it out? Trying to gag myself in the neck to make it throw up is very hard for me now. My face turns red and well you get the picture.

Does anyone know what i can do? I really don’t think i can cough this one out this time.

Is it time to put my dog to sleep?

hey my dog has had cancer for a few weeks now and the vet said to not bother with treatment it a big hole in your wallet and the pain my dog would have to go through is not worth the percent chance of her being cured. So i have been spending as much time with her as i can doing all the things she loved like taking her fishing with me on my boat and going for walks. However she is getting progressively worse. she has really slowed down….she is not suffering but my biggest problem is she is having a hard time breathing (oral cancer) every time she takes a breath she shakes and is also take slow long breaths in. She still is eating drinking she greets me at the door when i come home and walks around in the sun out in the yard. But i have not seen her run in a long time but i know she loves live. I believe she will greet me at the door till the day it is physically impossible for her to get up and even then she will still try. For the past week now her breathing has gotten really bad. I don’t see her in any pain but it breaks my heart listening to her breathing. I just want to make the right decision i don’t want her to be suffering or end her life while she is sill enjoying it. It is going to be tough putting her to sleep because she 7 years old she is at the age where you feel she should still have many more good years to live and also long enough that you are attached to her. I am prepared to make a choice though because i realize it is going to be coming up and the last thing that i wont be able to forgive myself for is to hold on to her while she is suffering
the vet broke the news to me about 3 weeks ago she gave her from about 2 weeks to a month or two and at the time said she was not suffering and seem to not be distracted by the cancer. The shaking hoever has just started a few days ago

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The fear of flying

I glanced at the clock on the wall, it read 3:51 pm and my stomach lurched.
Some days, time is faster than a cheetah flying through a 100 meter dash. Other days it’s slower than a snail sliding through a triathlon. I figure sometimes I like the cheetah, especially on school days, but this was not of those days.
It was officially my first day flying in an airplane and I didn’t like the idea of it, well to be honest I’ve never liked the idea of it.
For all 15 years of my life I hated flying, well I don’t think it’s the flying I hate. It’s just the heights. When I was a baby My brother would pick me up and say time for the airplane to take off he make me go for a journey to the sky All I would do was cry but ever since I could use my words I would tell everybody I met that I don’t like going high and I didn’t like to fly.
But I knew that I had to get over it my brother said it, my sister said it, Even my parents said it so when 3 people that you know and trust say something you know it’s true.
But still when you hear stuff on the news about plane crashes and terrorist attacks on planes it’s enough to make anybody’s fear turn into a living nightmare. I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself but it seemed to be an impossible task.
Instead I decided to survey my surroundings. An important looking woman wearing a clean pressed suit was talking to an important man in what looked like an Italian suit they both were looking and pointing at a laptop on the man’s lap.
Next to them was 2 children with coloring pages scattered all around them being louder than most of the people in this waiting room. Then their mom was trying to make them be quiet as the family was given dirty looks by the people beside them.
I turned to my left and there were a couple of my classmates desperately waiting for the plane to finally take off checking their watches, listening to iPods, reading books, and talking in hushed voices.
I stood up and stretched then I looked over at the big glass window next to me with the planes
Tail like end facing me, no not facing me, taunting me to come and die inside him.
I sat down again then I leaned back and decided to try to calm myself down I pulled out my iPod and put the headphones inside my ears and selected play. I closed my eyes deciding to think of something other than flying I ended up thinking about cars, boats and my dog Charlie but everything seemed to come back to the plane outside laughing at me to go inside him and never get out.
“Hey Aaron You ready to go?” my best friend Jeremy was walking towards me burger in one hand drink in the other. Jeremy is a really cheerful guy probably the most cheerful person I know but when you’re miserable somebody cheerful isn’t the kind of person you want to be around I would prefer to have somebody to share my misery.
He has the most innocent face and neat brown hair plus with his grades and athletic ability he pretty much hits the mark as what parents would call a perfect child. But trust me when I say looks isn’t everything because he probably gets in the most trouble of anybody I know.
I took out my ear buds and mumbled “No” and I meant it I wasn’t ready to die I’m to young I thought.
He sat down to my left on the bright red leather chair beside me and took a big bite out of his burger and said “Are you sure you don’t want to eat”.
I had lost my appetite this morning right when I woke up the first thought that came to my mind was I’m going to die today on an plane so when your knocking at deaths door I can guarentee you that eating isn’t the thing you’d like to be doing
I nodded “yeah I’m sure in fact I know that until were safely in our hotel and off that plane I’m not going to eat anything’’.
He just shook his head and put his hand up in surrender “fine with me and if you don’t want to eat anything can I have your fries”
He pointed to the fries that I had just recently bought at the food court they looked hot and steamy and smelled good, but yet I didn’t even have one.
I picked them up and handed them to him then I said “help yourself it’s not like I was going to eat any of them any time soon”. He dug into it and started them stuffing 3 or 4 in his mouth at a time
I was surprised how hungry he was even though he bought a triple bacon cheese melt supreme and a large coke, that was my favorite burger I usually would have done anything done anything for one of those except anything to do with height of course.
Like this one time in grade five, my friend Carlos got three triple bacon cheese melts and he said he would give me two of them and if I could climb the flagpole, I tried it and when I got halfway up he told me to look down and I actually listened. Let me tell you it wasn’t what you would call a nice quiet calm day with birds singing and children skipping along. Apparently my screams could be heard from all the other side of the school, my da