What r boils on the skin (more)

What r boils on the skin (more)

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Boils, also known as skin abscesses, are infections that start deep in the skin.Eventually they come to a head which can be lanced

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What u think Pres Bush should do with the gas prob? With th war situation?With the money probs,hurricane kat?

Q: President Bush is the worst President America has yet to have! Did u know that he pays network news channels tax money not 2 air his dirty laundry on T.V.? Well this isnt T.V. so ima tell yall what he did. He dumped thousands of gallons of oil into the seas that we get our water from! Now if we all wake up tomorrow with green skin and huge boils from drinking polluted water, you’ll know why. He favors Texas more than any other state in the U.S. just cause hes from there! And news flash: He was born in Connecticut! That is so hypocritical! He cares about no one but himself and doesnt give a shit about the country he runs. and he’s supposed to b the leader of the free world? Take a look at all theother Pres’s hair…they r all gray. bad thing? not really. it just means that their stressed from all the work at their job. which means they r doing it and doing it right. all of them mostly had one term-4yrs. bush had two terms and still his hair is not gray! Why? CAUSE HES NOT DOING HIS JOB!

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Q: I’m writing a really sad book. Here are the first 3 pages.. hope you enjoy it. please rate it and i think it will make you feel something or a connection to it when you read it, thanks. Rate it out of 10 and letme know how it goes.c h a p t e r o n eThere I stood waiting, sinking into my own proportion of confusion. Staring into his eyes, wondering when I would be good enough. I’m only 11 years old, there’s plenty of time to grow up and fall in love, I thought to myself. But I wanted him, and I wanted him now. His beautiful blonde hair made his pale white skin stand out more than ever, his smile lighting up the whole playground. Erytis Gaunder. It was such a beautiful, unique name for a boy. I couldn’t believe I was going to play handball with him. This was my chance to show him that I was not just a worthless 5-grader. “OUT! Who’s next? Hurry up we don’t have all day Melody.” The dark skinned boy yelled out from the other corner of the handball court. I stood up from the edge of the fence and walked towards the court. The tall Asian boy in front of me served the ball to the dark skinned boy, laughing furiously. I looked at him for a moment. “New player.” I said, trying not to blush. “You’re meant to serve the ball to me.” “More like an old player. Look at half of your face, it’s disgusting and old.” Erytis chuckled from the other corner. My heart beat was racing so fast I thought I was going to collapse. The adrenaline rushed through my veins, burning every organ in my body like lava boiling inside a volcano-waiting to erupt. My eyes swelled in tears and there I was, running towards the office before I remembered that I left my bag next to the fence. I didn’t care about the bag now anyway. I counted each second, waiting for the clock to strike at 3:00pm. Why me? I thought. I walked to my classroom, my eyes fixed on the pink watch on my left wrist that Dad bought me last Christmas. I didn’t even think of telling a teacher about what Erytis said. Teachers never helped in these kinds of situations. They would just look at you mysteriously and give you a lecture on how you’re too young to like a boy and that you’re just a little baby and you don’t know what real love is. As soon as the bell rang, I bolted off towards the gates running as fast as I could, my eyes overflowing with tears. My heart thumped so fast I had to calm it down. I reached my house and sat down in the front yard to rest before facing my parents at home, who had no idea what was going on. I wiped my tears and turned towards my unit. “Welcome home Sandra! How was school?” “It was good Mum, what’s for lunch?” I tried not to look at her face. Before I could let her answer, I walked into my room and remembered I had left my bag next to the fence. Mum was going to kill me. I turned my computer on and found the song I was looking for. I listened to it as I sang along and cried so much my eyes were burning with tears. The words echoed in my head. “More like an old player. Look at half of your face, it’s disgusting and old.”Of course that was it, the left side of my face. The one thing I wanted to get rid of that I couldn’t. It was old and wrinkly and covered in a large burn scar. The scar spread from just below my left chin, to top-left of my forehead. It spread down through my neck and onto the side of my left breast. It ended just above my belly button. It was disgusting, he was right. No boys will ever like me with this ugly thing that made me look different from all the other girls at school. Tears were flowing over my cheeks again. I knew I shouldn’t cry, because if you cry it means you’re weak. I didn’t want to be weak. I wasn’t weak. In fact right now I hated myself for letting myself be weak. For letting someone I liked so much let me down and make fun of me. I sat on my bed and looked up at the ceiling. I knew He was the only person that would listen. I locked my hands together and started to pray. “Dear God, I know I haven’t been a good girl lately. I might have made a lot of mistakes. Please take the pain away, God. Please let it stop hurting. I promise I will be good, and do well to people who do badly to me. Erytis is forgiven. Please God, take my scars. Help them heal. Help me not cry about them anymore. Help me realise they’re special. Help me be good in my grades, God. Help me forget the hurting of the hot, boiling fire on the skin of my face. Help me, God. I pray for everyone in the world to be happy. I want every person in this world to feel happiness. Thank You, God.”I wiped my tears again and blew a kiss towards the ceiling. This was my way of showing how thankful I was to have God as a friend. ~“Erytis?”Kayla glanced at Hope. “Sorry Melody but he won’t ever like you. He might be ONE of the prettiest boys

A: Poor Melody. I feel very sorry for your character. Still there are a few flaws in your writing. The voice you have used for the character sounds far too old for her years. Also, I had problems coming to terms with your opening paragraph. An eleven year old falling in love? If your character was 12 or 13 I think this would be more believable.

What is wrong with me i went to the ER in the morning but …?

Q: ok so this morning i went to the ER with a rash that r circles in the skin and i only had 4 at the time one on my leg the rest on my belly. they are REALLY red and around the infected skin is red and they BURRRRRRRRN really bad its the worst feeling ever. but tonight i have one more so that makes it 5 and the pain is more and it burns more the drs said i have MRSA but it doesnt look like MRSA its not a boil thingy n its not bumpy its like the top layer is ripped off it looks really bad and hurts like hell what should i do???

A: I think you have ring worm but an extreme situation, and how come the doctors didn’t help you with the pain, maybe you should go back if it is that bad