Itchy and watery ears

For few days I've been having this rash on my arm that itches and random itching all over my body. My ears feel full and my throat feels like I am sick, itchy, slightly difficult on swallowing.
My mother is a nurse working with allergies for 15 years, so she told me to take cetirizine and I did.
However, the itching is not gone, it's just reduced, but I still get it. Is this normal? Or is the med not working?

Hi all, I got my first ear piercing at a reputable piercer in February of 2023, and since then my ears have been very up and down. I used salt water on them for the first few months, then learnt that it apparently isn't good for piercings because it opens up the wound constantly or something, so then I stopped. Since then I used water on a cotton bud for a few weeks and saw that nothing changed so I stopped and decided to leave the piercing alone. that was in about august, and now the piercing hasn't changed at all. A goop forms on the back on my ear on the earring back that is quite hard, and after a shower a white crust forms on my skin around the piercing. My piercing doesn't hurt, isn't usually itchy, or red. I was hoping for some advice, thank you!

19F, 5’4, 150lbs, taking zofran for nausea, non-smoker, diagnosed with tonsillitis in October 2023, Currently 12 weeks pregnant.
Hi! For about a week my ears have been itchy and hurting. I have had swollen tonsils with no pain since October of 2023. Yesterday I went to the ENT and was told that my tonsils are abnormal, bumpy and would need to be removed at some point but are fine for as long as I can deal with them. They did tests on my ears and everything came back fine. Is there any reason as to why they’d be hurting so bad? I wasn’t prescribed anything at the ENT. I have also had a metallic taste in my mouth for as long as my ears have been hurting.

I have always enjoyed fairly spicy foods and flavors, and in the last couple of years, I've dipped my toes into the trying out hotter things for the experience and novelty.
Despite the ability to measure and compare spice levels with considerable accuracy, the more I dig into this, the more I recognize that people have widely varying experiences when it comes to spiciness. I was reminded of this when looking at some posts/reviews of Buldak 2x noodles on this sub recently.
I tried these not long ago, prepared as directed, but with a little bit of veg and egg added for flavor. I really enjoyed them. The meal was certainly hot to eat and digest, but I found it really tasty (which I wasn't really expecting).
In reviewing some of the posts about it here, I've seen wildly variable reactions from people who eat it. Some said they got more heat from eating a raw Serrano, while others said every mouthful of Buldak 2x was like eating a raw hab. Those are some really different perceptions of eating the same thing!
For me personally, eating raw peppers is a more intense and unpleasant burn, but also a very different kind of burn.
I've eaten raw habs on several occasions (never more than one in one sitting) and they are the hottest "things" I've consumed. (I havent had superhots except in sauces.) I've also eaten raw Thai peppers and raw Serranos many times. They have affected me similarly to the habs, but with less intensity, and with shorter duration (maybe 5 minutes of intense burn vs 15 or 20 minutes). The reactions I've had from the habs (and to a lesser extent from the other, milder peppers) have been:
-very intense mouth/tongue burn, some burn in the throat -sweat, especially around the eyebrows and scalp -some nose running/eye tears -"itchiness" inside my ears -some warmth/mild burn down my esophageal track -mild intestinal discomfort -hiccups (just once, with a particularly brutal hab) -a sense of calm/well being after the burn subsided with the habs (endorphins?)
With the Buldak 2x (and a few other hot "meals" I've eaten, including "regular" Buldak - though none were as hot as the Buldak 2x), I found:
-Far less tongue burn - much more tolerable in terms of pain compared to raw peppers. -Way more sweating - pretty much everywhere above my shoulders.- At least as much nose running. -Little, if any effect on my ears. -The same warming effect on the way to my stomach, and somewhat more cramping and intestinal discomfort (though nothing awful). -the same sense of calm/well being after the heat subsided from my mouth/throat.
I expect that concentration/quantity has a lot to do with this (a hab being far more concentrated heat in a much smaller package, but the Buldak being a whole bowl full of hot matter being consumed).
Still, I am wondering if the different effects (e.g. profuse sweating vs tongue/mouth/ear burn) are shared by others.
What are the differences you experience when eating a hot bowl of food versus hot raw peppers (or dried, for that matter)? Not so much the differences in heat, but the differences in "symptoms" of heat?

Finished TMS treatment (accelerated) feeling like a roller coaster
Hello, I finished three days ago TMS treatment (it was accelerated, 5 days in one week a lot of sessions) I was treated in both sides of the brain (left and right).
During the first session to three I was fatigued and I was not anxious anymore when treated on the right side. But, I did notice I would get a little bit irritated and overwhelmed at night. The last two sessions they treated me on the left and I felt motivated and good.
Now, I’m a wreck. It’s been three days and I’m having a lot of mood swings, and the most prominent one is depression. I felt too overwhelmed today (3rd day post tms) but I did feel motivated during the morning, yet overwhelmed after. Now, during the night I feel sad and hopeless. Sometimes, I have the urge to scream, like an itchy feeling to silently scream. I don’t know how to describe it.
My mom is confused and is well…threatening me to send me into a psych ward. So, I need some answers or opinions.
I fear that I’m beginning to judge the treatment and feel like it didn’t work, or perhaps it is working but will take time. But, I don’t know.
Also, I feel faulty. I just wish to get better and that this is just temporal. I felt okay during the sessions (even tho at night I felt overstimulated and fatigued, but it was manageable) and when they put it on the left side of the brain I felt motivated and good (overwhelmed at night, but no anxiety)
Now, post tms 3 days after I feel like a spiral. My emotions are a roller coaster, especially, sadness.
One thing I noticed is that I managed to do my work and was focused, before my emotions hit me.
Help? Any advice?
Was all this for nothing?
I won’t be seeing my dr until next week. For the time being I need support or an ear.

Killer Grips: Anne Maria, Brick, Jasmine, Justin, Millie
Screaming Gaffers: Chase, Izzy, MK, Ripper, Scott
Episode 8: One Flu Over the Cuckoos
"Last time, on Total Drama Action! Imprisoned in a world they didn't create. Forced to ingest deadly foods, and even to taste them twice!"
"Nonetheless, the two courageous teams clawed their way to freedom! And... a lonely Chef made a new friend."
"But prison is no place for law abiding citizens. Even athletic ones. So at the end of the day, it was goodbye, Sky, hello... Izzy?" The camera panned back to show Chris lounging in the control tent. "Yeah. Izzy. That girl is eight shades of nutty. Will she drive everyone else crazy too?"
The scene flashed to a close-up of Chris standing in front of the cast trailers, the camera pulling back with each word of the show's title. "Find out now, on Total! Drama! Action!"
(Theme Song)
The scene faded in to a shot of an owl hooting on a tree branch at night until a few sparks erupted from it and its head popped off on a spring. The camera panned down and to the left, catching the castmates as they made their way back to their trailers; the Gaffers were in front, and the Grips were in the back, though Brick was noticeably absent.
“Everything is so much smaller than I remembered!” Izzy said while looking around.
"I can't believe that you guys eliminated Sky," Chase said as the camera focused on the Gaffers. "She would have continued to help carry us to victory if she was still here."
“I remember that bush! I remember that tree!” Izzy continued to observe her surroundings until she tripped onto the floor, only to get back up. “Oh, I remember that rock! Hey rock!”
“You know,” Scott spoke up, “with Sky gone and Izzy being back, it's like we didn't lose a player.”
“That may be because the teams are still evenly matched,” MK claimed.
"Good night everybody," Millie told the contestants in a tired tone as she took the steps up to the girls' trailer. "I really need to get some rest." She grabbed the door handle and habitually moved to open it, but it didn't budge and she slammed face-first into it.
"First they lock us in," Ripper said as the camera cut over to him pulling on the door handle of the guys' trailer, "and now they're locking us out!" He grunted as he kept trying to open it, but he failed to move it at all.
"Wait, wait," Izzy said from off-screen, "let me try it!" Ripper quickly stepped aside just as Izzy rammed the door and bounced off of it without making a dent.
A loud siren started up as tense music began to play in the background.
“Cops!!!” Izzy panicked soon after getting up and ducked out of the way.
Seconds later, an ambulance drove past, stopping in front of them just long enough for the back doors to open and a covered stretcher to fall out. Siren still blaring, the ambulance drove off and the castmates hesitantly approached its former cargo.
"What is that? A dead body?" Anne Maria asked nervously.
"Or an undead body," Ripper guessed.
Whatever was on the stretcher sat up, and the cover fell away to reveal Chris McLean lying on a colorful stack of books. The castmates gasped and murmured at the dazed-looking host. "...Boo!" the handsome man said suddenly, earning a blank look from MK.
The host then cleared his throat. "Calm yourselves. No one's dead yet," he said with a smile, holding up one of the books. "I'm here to prep you plucky ducks for our most awesome challenge yet! These textbooks hold the sum total of eight years of med school, and each one of you gets one," he explained before tossing the book in his hand to Anne Maria who raised an eyebrow once she caught it, "cause tomorrow, we're gonna play Doctor!" A few deep and tense notes played as Anne Maria rolled her eyes.
Confessional: Anne Maria
"I don't have anything against doctors," Anne Maria confessed. "It is their job to put scalpers and needles onto people, and give advice like “Don't break your leg because you were out late skateboarding,” but playing doctor isn't really in my wheelhouse.”
Confessional: Brick
"If I wanted to, I could be a doctor," Brick explained to the camera. "I've been to the doctor's office countless times because of my many injuries, like a twisted wrist, a joint thumb, bruised ribs, or even my leg getting bit by a dog." He shuddered. “Don't ask. But the military is my top priority.”
Confessionals End
"To win this challenge," Chris said as the footage cut back to him and the castmates, each of whom now held a textbook, "you're gonna want to memorize the entire contents of these textbooks. By morning."
"But it's already late," Millie protested.
"You got that right," Chris answered as a golf cart drove up with a giant pizza slice on the roof and a large stack of pizza boxes in the back. The driver was Chef, who had a pizza delivery hat on. As soon as the cart stopped, Chef got out and carried the comically large stack of pizzas over to Chase. "What med school all-nighter would be complete without pizza?" Chris asked.
Chase was shown dropping his textbook as he accepted the stack in awe, and a harp played in the background as he and Izzy gave it a sniff. He let out an approving sigh as Izzy smiled happily. "Pizza," the daredevil said.
"This has to be a trick," Millie said.
"More like method acting," Chris told them as he walked over to the golf cart and hopped onto the back. "Med school interns consume 850% more pizza than the average human. So, dig in! Cause there's plenty more where that came from!" The cart sputtered away, leaving the castmates by themselves.
Jasmine opened the top box and took out a slice. "Looks okay, smells okay," she said before finally taking a bite. "Tastes...great!"
"How is that even possible?" Anne Maria asked.
The scene flashed over to an unfinished pizza getting tossed into the air, the camera following it as it fell into Brick's hands. The table he was standing at already had four other pizzas on it, and they looked to be complete.
The camera panned right over to Chef with four cooked pizzas at his table as he held a can of parmesan. "Keep 'em comin'," Chef ordered. "I'll add the final cheesy touch," he said deviously while sprinkling the can on one of the pizzas.
"I'm pretty sure my team is going to question where I am," Brick complained.
"Not as long as they're eating, they won't!" Chef got up in Brick's face. "So hush up and spin that dough. Spin like the wind." As Chef went back to his station, the camera zoomed in on Brick's worried face.
The scene flashed to the five Gaffers sitting in chairs by a fire in front of the cast trailers, eating pizza and reading textbooks. The camera focused in on Izzy and Ripper, who were in the two leftmost seats.
"Y'know," Ripper said, "one time me and my brothers ordered ten boxes of pizza in order to see who can eat the most without using their hands." He chuckled. “You should've been there watching us splatter sauce on each other.”
“Let's pretend I was!” Izzy tossed away her book. “Here!” She sprung off her chair, landed next to the pizza box in front of the team, and began to scarf on the pizza without using her hands.
“My three brothers would be jealous to see you do this quicker than them,” Ripper commented.
Grabbing a pizza with her teeth, Izzy started to shake it around like a rabid animal, splattering sauce onto everybody.
“My hat!” MK exclaimed.
“My shirt!” Scott shouted.
“My pizza!” Chase cried out dramatically.
Confessional: Izzy
“I am so glad to be back,” Izzy said. “I was top of my pre-med class before the RCMP started chasing me, so this should be a snap! On the other hand, I'll tone down my impressions since it bothered Ripper the last time I was here, and he's my friend so I'll try to put his feelings into consideration.”
Confessional: Ripper
“It's amazing that Izzy is back in the game, and unlike the first time it happened, I'm around to witness it,” Ripper chimed. “She better not make us call her E-Scope though. That was really bugging me out.”
Confessionals End
The scene moved to the inside of the craft services tent, where four of the Killer Grips were studying at one of the tables. Millie and Anne Maria were on one side of the table, with Justin opposite them and Jasmine standing away from them.
Justin noticed Jasmine's unhappy expression and decided to go over and press the matter. “Is something wrong?” the eye candy asked.
Jasmine was startled by the question and regained her composure. “I'm completely fine. Nothing's bringing me down.”
“Just tell me. I don't blab about secrets,” Justin continued.
“If you must know, Brick's been spending less time with us lately,” Jasmine confessed. “Usually before the challenge, we never even see him.”
“I've noticed as well,” Justin nodded. “And this is bringing you down because?”
“Me and him have a special bond going, and it may lead into something more than that, but how are we supposed to know each other more if he's avoiding us?” Jasmine wondered.
“Brick'll probably explain what's going on to us, but don't badger him,” Justin advised. “It'll most likely cause him to lie.”
“That's a good idea. If there's one thing I do not like, it's when someone is lying to me,” Jasmine admitted.
“Interesting…” Justin mused to himself.
Confessional: Justin
“Jasmine's concern plus Brick's disappearances equals an opportunity for me to cause a little bit of turmoil between them,” Justin calculated. “That way, I could get one of them eliminated with Anne Maria and Millie's help.”
Confessional Ends
"Man, is this pizza delicious or what?" Anne Maria said as she took a bite out of the slice she was holding. "I wish Chef could cook more food like this for us every day."
Jasmine took a bite of her slice and saw Millie focused on reading rather than eating. "Are you not going to nibble at least one slice, Millie?"
Millie looked up from the book she'd been studying and blinked.
Confessional: Millie
"With the challenge that we're going to get, I have to focus on studying all the contexts of that textbook so I won't forget a single detail," Millie told the camera. "And plus, I'm not really a big fan of pizza."
Confessional Ends
A close-up of an open pizza box was shown as Justin reached in to grab one of the last remaining pieces. "If you don't want any pizza, then that means there's more for us," he said.
“Hold on. Brick hasn't had any,” Jasmine interrupted.
"Where is he anyway?" Anne Maria asked.
Brick then peeked out of the counter, and he ducked down, crawled under the table, and popped up in order to act like he just arrived. "Sorry I'm late. I had an urgent bathroom emergency," he said.
"Here's your pizza," Jasmine slid the open box to the end of the table.
Brick picked up a slice, took a bite, and smiled as he chewed it. "My cooking skills are great!"
"I'm stuffed," Anne Maria said as she stood up. "And with tomorrow being a reward challenge and all, I can just go back to my trailer. Good night!" She began to leave.
"I study better when I'm by myself. Nothing personal," Millie told the team and left the tent as well.
Confessional: Jasmine
"I could make them stay," Jasmine said in the make-up trailer, "but there's no point in doing so. Millie is already educated enough to not read the textbook, and Anne Maria is as tough as an untamed crocodile when it comes to talking with her."
Confessional Ends
The scene moved to Anne Maria and Millie as they walked through the film lot to get to their trailer.
"I thought you'd still be studying back at the tent," Anne Maria casted a suspicious look at her teammate. “Why are you following me?”
"I still want to read the textbook. I just want to do it someplace quiet," Millie replied. “What about you?”
“Like I said, I'm going to sleep,” Anne Maria said. “There's no need to give it my all if the challenge won't have an elimination.”
“You may be wrong about that. Chris is very unpredictable when it comes to episodes having eliminations or not,” Millie argued. “Did you at least read some pages of the textbook?”
“Yeah, and I don't want my head to be egg headed like yours is, brainiac,” Anne Maria claimed.
This got a glare from Millie. “Hey, just because I'm smart, doesn't mean I don't have any more depth to me,” the writer scolded.
“If all we're gonna do is argue, then let's keep to ourselves for the rest of the night,” Anne Maria rebutted.
“That's fine by me,” Millie agreed with the tanned girl.
The scene faded forward into a shot of the numbered studios the following day. The camera cut inside, showing the ten castmates lined up in a small room facing a double door, all but Millie and Anne Maria looking exhausted.
"So tired," Jasmine groaned.
"My brain has never been this full," Ripper mumbled.
"You guys should've turned in for the night like I did if you didn't wanna look like zombies," Anne Maria stated, making the others groan at her.
"Morning, competitors!" Chris said in a chipper tone as he slid in through the door. "Or should I say...DOCTORS!" He pulled out a large gun from behind his back, eliciting a gasp from the teens as he pointed it at them. He fired it at them starting with the Gaffers, and the camera focused on Izzy and Scott at the far end of the line as stethoscopes and reflector headband landed on them. Chase, MK, and Ripper were the next to get hit and MK fell to the ground after impact. Brick and Millie followed, then Anne Maria, Jasmine, and Justin.
"Ready for today's big challenge?" Chris asked them with a smile.
“We pulled an all-nighter studying for this," Scott grunted. "Why wouldn't we all be?"
"If only teenagers were as dedicated to their studies as you guys are!" Chris said with a light laugh. "Let's take it inside." He started backing into the room he'd come out of, the castmates following after him.
The camera cut to a close-up of a large compound stage light before zooming out to show the cast assembled in a large room, each team standing by a large green vat of bubbling slime, a ladder leading up to a high dive, and a sort of slanted platform with a person-shaped indent in it.
"Today's challenge is called," Chris said as the background music became low and tense, "Visiting Hours. And only one member of the winning team will get to enjoy the reward." A few drum beats played, and the camera panned over to the Grips on the left.
"Hold up," Anne Maria asked. "Why're we doing this in teams if only one of us gets to win?"
"I guess it's one for all and all for one this time," Jasmine said.
"But who gets to be the one?" Brick wondered aloud.
"Let's leave it to the one who contributes the most," Millie told them.
Confessional: Millie
"Which will likely be me," Millie added in the confessional trailer.
Confessional Ends
"So what is the reward, Chris?" Chase asked.
"You're very perceptive, Chase," Chris told him. "Let's see if that helps you and your team assemble a CADAVER!" A game show jingle played as he made the announcement.
"You're talking about a dead body, right?" Izzy asked.
"No," Chris corrected as the game show jingle played again, "I'm talking about a giant dead body!" The shot zoomed out further than it had before, revealing that the slanted platforms were attached to chains leading up to a reel in the ceiling and two strange devices on mounted either side just below.
"These tanks contain the dismembered parts of two identical cadavers," he explained over an elevator music-like tune. "Each player will climb their respective team ladder, strap on the bungee cord," the shot cut from his close-up to a bungee harness dangling in front of the Gaffers' diving board, "and jump into the tank with hopes of retrieving a body part." The camera panned down to the tank, then over to the slanted platform. "Any parts you find will be snapped in place on the platforms. Use those chains to raise them all the way to the roof," he continued as the camera followed the chain up to the strange device on either side of the gap in the ceiling as a jolt of electricity stream between them, "where they'll be reanimated by a blast of lightning!"
"First team to bring a Franken-Chris back to life wins," the host told them. "First crack goes to the team who can tell me how to treat someone with a bean stuck up their nose." He tapped his nose, and the camera panned over to the Gaffers.
MK was the first to open her mouth. "Administer two ccs of pain meds and probe the affected area with a sterile swab."
"Correctomundo!" Chris said, giving her a pair of finger pistols.
"Yes!" MK cheered.
The footage flashed forward to the AV girl on top of her team's diving board, the bungee harness already secured. She jumped off with a scream and plunged into the vat, popping back up a moment later as she was electrocuted by the electric eel she was now holding. She let the fish go at the peak of her trip back up, and grabbed on to the edge of the diving board. "What the heck was that?!" she asked in shock.
"Oh yeah," Chris said, "I forgot to mention the electric eels. Three zaps for each turn and you're out!"
With a hesitant look on her face, MK allowed herself to drop back into the vat. She emerged holding a grayish and slime-covered leg. "Got it!" she called as the camera cut to Ripper who was standing by the Gaffers' platform with his arms out to catch. He caught the limb, then turned around and fit it into place.
"Okay, next question!" Chris announced. "Your patient has an itchy red inflammation on their butt! Diagnosis?"
"Diaper rash," Brick spoke up first. "Apply salve repeatedly to achieve humectant dispersion."
"Yes!" Chris said, and Brick smiled.
The footage cut forward to him diving off the board and into the vat. He sprung back out holding an eel, and it shocked him. "Sorry!" he said before plunging back down. He came back up a second time, now holding two eels. "Sorry again!" he told them, falling once more after getting shocked. He popped out holding a hand, which he quickly tossed to his team.
"Don't let it touch my hair!" Justin fumbled with the hand a few times before tossing it over to Jasmine, who rolled her eyes and put it in the right-hand slot.
"Next question!" Chris said. "Your patient's got a white tongue, red eyes, and they're oozing gooey crud! Diagnosis?"
"If I'm not wrong, that should be Pinkus Eyeicus," Chase answered. "Treat with two rounds of floppity jibbits."
"Absolutely correct!" Chris told him. The camera zoomed in on him as he slyly added "I messed around with some of the terms in the textbook."
Chase looked down at the vat, then jumped. He fell without a sound, but when he came back up with an eel in each hand, he shrieked and got electrocuted. He plunged back down, and this time came up with another leg. "Hey, I got one this time!" he said with a smile before tossing the limb over to Scott.
Scott jumped for it, then turned around and slammed it into place.
"Smells like ear wax?" Chris asked next, rushing up to Jasmine with a grin on his face.
"Pineapple-itis," Jasmine answered before low-fiving the host.
Jasmine was shown jumping down, and sprung back up to diving board-level seconds later with three eels on her body; she screamed as she was shocked.
"Fur between the toes?" Chris asked, bending down to point at his bare feet, one of which had a tuft of brown hair growing out of it.
"Stick two horse feathers up the whizzbang!" Izzy answered when the host turned to her.
Izzy was shown dropping into the vat and coming back up with a torso and a smile on her face.
A montage of parts getting added was shown next. Millie was first, putting a leg into her team's platform. Second was Chase, slotting one of his team's arms in. Brick added a waist for the Grips, and the clips transitioned to other parts of the challenge.
"Waka-waka two-by-four!" Scott answered.
Anne Maria was shown listening to Chris's chest with her stethoscope before enthusiastically saying "Sissypants McGee!" to the host's brief approval and sudden discomfort.
Ripper was shown trying to strangle one of the eels as it shocked him, then Justin was shown being electrocuted thrice by the eels before eventually holding up a Chris head. He tossed it to Anne Maria, who was sitting on Jasmine's shoulders, and the two turned around to put the piece in – all they were missing now was the left arm and hand.
"The Grips ahead by...a head!" Chris announced, the camera cutting over to the Gaffers' platform and the five teens giving it nervous, annoyed, and uncertain looks – aside from the head, all they were missing was the right arm and hand.
"Alright Gaffers, next question!" the host said as he slid over to the other team. "Your patient's feeling tired, has spongy gums, and a bunch of spots on their thighs. Diagnosis?"
"Scurvy," Ripper said. "Treated with an increase of dietary vitamin C."
"Correct!" Chris announced excitedly.
The footage cut forward, focusing on the Gaffers' vat as Ripper dived into it. He emerged moments later with his team's hand, and threw it over to Izzy who quickly put it into place.
Confessional: Ripper
“I'm not sure if what we studied are actually real life symptoms and diagnoses, but who am I to know?” Ripper shrugged uncaringly. “I'm not one to study for this sort of stuff unless there's a million dollars on the line.”
Confessional Ends
Another skip forward showed Millie plunging into the vat and coming back out with the arm. "Alright, last piece coming your way!" she said excitedly before tossing it to her off-screen teammates.
It was Justin who caught the piece and put it into the only remaining indentation on the platform. "The Grips have their cadaver!" Chris announced in a close-up. "Time to start yanking some chain, and be quick about it 'cause the Gaffers are right behind you!"
Jasmine and Brick began to pull on their team's chain while Anne Maria moved the slanted scaffold out from under the platform and Justin and Millie watched in anticipation as the cadaver-containing platform was rising quickly.
The camera cut over to the Gaffers as Izzy dangled from the bungee harness covered in slime. “I got it! I got it!” She tossed the Chris head over to MK.
MK stopped in front of the platform and drew back her arm, tossing it up to Chase who had climbed the back of the platform in preparation. The daredevil caught it and slotted the part in, then dropped to the ground.
"Now we pull!" MK ordered as Chase joined Ripper and Scott at the chain.
"Heave!" Ripper said as the three started to pull in rhythm. "Ho! Heave!"
"The Gaffers are still in this," Chris told the camera in a close-up. "Whose cadaver will hit the roof first?" he asked with a shrug. "Make sure you come back for all the Total! Drama! Action!" he finished excitedly.
(Commercial Break)

Good day I'm a new member of this sub, does anyone know the current condition of our cat whose currently losing hair with scabs when it falls. It is also notable that the infected part feels itchy for him due to frequent scratching. I also noticed that the times that he scratch his ears became more frequent. It all started when he accidentally got out of our house after his recovery and got into a fight with a cat with noticeable bald spots. I'm hoping for anyone to give any insights that can help us buy the proper medication for our boy for better and sooner recovery. The reason why we can't take him to the vet is because we already spent the money last month since he was confined in the animal clinic and we also got a total of 6 medications which is the main reason we ran out of budget to take him to the vet this time.
Species: Domestic Cat Age: 7yrs old/ turning 8 yrs old this June 19 Sex/Neutur status: Male - Not castrated Breed: Mongrel Cat Body weight: around 3-4 kilograms History: previously got gallbladder stones and has low creatinine levels but is already treated. Clinical signs: Itchiness in the infested areas and notable frequent ear scratching. Duration: almost a week General location: a clean neighborhood but has a lot of stray cats. Links to any test results, x rays, vet report that you have: None
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Did your eyes or scalp ever start burning while listening to subs? or does that not really mean anything. Like sometimes my eyes burn to the point that they start getting watery and my entire scalp gets super itchy but other times i don’t really feel anything.

So it took me a while to find a good medicine. I actually had to go to the vet and get this. My poor baby boy has had fleas for a while, and he has ear mites. He came with them from the person that I got him from.
I’ve been using different over-the-counter treatments, and none of them worked.
I had to get him his rabies shot to move into this apartment and they gave me a medicine which I lost and found the other day and I put it on him and he is like a completely different cat
He is even more loving and cuddly. I feel so bad because he’s been itchy for so long but now he’s not and he’s just so happy.

So I’ve had this piercing for 14 years. I got it at Clair’s with a tattoo gun (I was 17 and I know better now). It always gets red when I put an earring in and I can’t wear them for that long because it gets so itchy and hot that I can’t stand it. Is it just in a bad spot or am I just that allergic to the earrings? My industrial in my other ear is totally fine and has been healed for 9 years. It is the only piercing that I still have that does not bug me. Even my ear lobes that I’ve had since I was 5 get itchy with earrings in them.

TLDR: 16 year old green-cheek conure suddenly attacking father and unhappy with mother despite being a great family bird prior to this. The attacks are extremely intense, with her flying directly at my father extremely quickly and breaking the skin on his neck in multiple places and doing the same to his hand when he puts it between her and his neck. I do the majority of her care and she has no problem with me. Why is this happening? How can I stop this behaviour?
Background: I have a 16 year old green-cheek conure, Ruby. My family only took her in recently, it's been around 4 months. Before this, she had been with my grandparents since she was 12 and with another family for the majority of life before that.
Since coming here, there's been quite a few changes for her since my grandparents weren't as educated about birds. She is now on a diet of pellets and vegetables, with fruit as a reward for training. I always aim to have her outside of her cage for three hours on days where I have school/work, and on the weekends or days I'm home I have her out for as long as possible, which is usually somewhere been 5-8 hours. Her cage has plenty of space, along with many toys and natural perches, but she doesn't particularly like toys, so I worry about her becoming bored during the day. I try to scatter some treats around to get her to forage. Her cage is by a window for natural sunlight and she loves looking outside. I offer her baths every day which she loves. She flies and does tricks with me in the afternoon too.
Needless to say I do a lot of the care for her. Sometimes my father or mother will have her out during the day with them for half an hour or so, or my father will put her fresh vegetables into the cage/bath her. It's not particularly regular though. In saying that, she used to love my father and if given the choice to be with him or me she would choose him. Similar with my mother. Overall, just a great family bird.
Problem: However, this has changed recently. It started a while ago with her being a lot less lenient with my father and biting him quite hard when she didn't want more scratches (even if she was just using his finger to scratch herself and he wasn't doing anything). This progressed to the point where my father would no longer offer her scratches and aimed to keep his hands away from her. She even bit his neck a couple of times. It wasn't anything too major or painful though, she'd just get put back into her cage if it happened.
Two days ago though, my mother had her out for hours while I was at school doing some flying and tricks with her. She refused to go back into the cage afterwards, so my mother left her out. My father came in from doing some work outside, he saw her, said hello, and went to the garage door, never getting particularly close to her. She then flew to his shoulder, which he wasn't too concerned about, until she began biting his neck/ear as hard as she possibly could and continued this behaviour to his hand when he put it between her and his neck. She broke the skin on both his neck and his hand, leaving a lot of marks.
When I came home, she went into her cage like an angel for me. I got her out a bit later and my grandfather came over for dinner, I was putting her away but he walked in and she repeated this behaviour to him. She has a history of being terrified of him though as he used to clip her wings. This time she was on my shoulder though. This morning, she wasn't too happy with my mother when she came to see me when Ruby was sitting with me, but she didn't attack or anything. Until my father walked in and despite my warnings that she wasn't in a good mood, he stayed and she attacked him again.
He wasn't expecting her to do this as he had been giving her apple (her favourite fruit) as a treat over the past couple of days in an attempt to win her back, and he had come in when she was out once yesterday and there was no incident (although he did give her a bit of apple and I distracted her with scratches).
The only reason I can attribute to this behaviour towards my father is that he had an outburst last week where he yelled at me and got very frustrated with Ruby not going in her cage. He does also have to go upstairs during the night at times because of my younger sibling having type one diabetes, which may disrupt her sleep at times. Otherwise I'm wondering if she's just chosen me as her person for some reason. She does have some pin feathers right now that may be causing some itchiness or discomfort (I help her with them when they're ready) but that doesn't exactly explain why the behaviour is so different between people.
This really can't continue, I'd love to know what people think is the cause and how to fix it. I'm happy to answer any questions that may help.

The Fall Least Unexpected
Camp Wapiti was the most competitive summer-camp on the western border of the Allegheny Mountains, titular for the raving children’s testimonies by the end of the season. An influx of young campers had signed up this year to roost in forests of Red Spruce and Eastern Hemlock. The camp had reportedly gone through a series of expansion, including state-of-the-art “lodging enclaves” and an Olympic-sized swimming pool; at least according to the Wapiti parent Facebook Group. Rah-rah Elks!

A slew of bus rentals carries the kids to the gates of the 150-acre property, summer reveries already taking effect on everyone - from the bus drivers to the happy campers. The counselors had done a splendid job in garbing under the theme of Swan Lake, tinges of pastel pink and candlelight establishing the camp’s timbre; all awaited returning and new faces alike.

Once they reached, a horde of children spilled out from vehicles from all directions. The season had started.

“Welcome to Camp Wapiti our future outdoorsmen and adventurers! Plenty of secrets and fun await you this year - but first some rules…” bellowed Hailey Clifton, head counselor of the ensemble and youngest chick among the staff. The other counselors rolled their eyes during Hailey’s yearly pitch about showing a high level of care towards the surrounding wilderness and carrying the Happy Camper’s Guide to Nature: Dynamite Deciduous at all times. Many of the children began fidgeting, a crowd of creepy-crawlers wiggling underneath the heat vortex and swarm of mosquitos.

Finally, a cool breeze could be felt as Hailey finished off, invigorating everybody’s spirits once again. Campers and counselors drifted off into their own respective circles, reuniting with old friends and meeting new ones, breathing life and community into the grounds. Already burnt bodies sticky from chlorine and Sun-Bum were packed like sardine and people of all ages hollered from the tree-tops.

The first afternoon and night had been a success in every sense of the word. Residents were comatose within their cabins before 10 pm, in anticipation for a day at Lake Dimii in the morning. Somebody was dreaming of the unmarred lake and its magical properties according to the Iroquois, at any given moment during the night.

Come morning, camp was bustling with movement in every corner. Louie, an independent, fire-cracker 11-year-old from Brooklyn led a large pack of his well-rested peers to the lake. The other kids couldn’t help but look up to Louie, who was often disinterested in the bull of the others, but who was also the first person someone would ask for help in messing with the counselors or sneaking into the girl’s dorm at night. The children sang Wapiti’s jingle on their trek:

We are the happy herd of elks
Roaming through the fields with stealth!
On our crow’s nest seat,
We are the Camp Wapiti fleet!

The children’s chants could be heard reverberating through the wood, like a canyon wall is to singing birds. The menagerie cannonballed into the lake from all perimeters, the counselors struggling to keep up. But the day swelled with happiness as the surroundings looked effervescent within the sunlight, everything appeared to be cast underneath a yellow, sparkly film. After head-check, Hailey could finally record the potpourri of foreign flowers in her scrapbook.

Michel Barre and his two most loyal pals, Barnett and Sal, were camped away from the others, scoffing at the troupe of wildlings swimming in the waters. Michel, son of hot-shot French socialites, had moved to the North-East just two years ago, and still couldn’t wrap his mind around the hobbies and traditions of American kids his age; especially the dreaded capture the flag. The counselors had attempted to urge the three to join the others in the water, coaxing them with extra pie during dessert, but with no luck.

Traditionally, the first few days of camp were a hedonistic blur with no planned activities or events. Counselors encouraged to introduce themselves with one another and become comfortable with their bunk-mates especially. After a blistering day in the heat at Dimii, the whole lot was absolutely worn-out and immediately returned to their quarters following a hearty meal of chicken fried steak and apple pie fritters. Another day of sunshine and splashing around in the surf awaited everybody tomorrow, with a round of softball and soft serve afterwards. Even Michel felt a knot of excitement grow in his stomach.

Yet at half-past three in the morning, just two remained awake. As the moon’s image was reflected upon the lake’s surface while the others peacefully slept, Michel had been awoken and dragged by his feet out of his bed, across floorboards punctuated with nails, and out into the night. He was dragged for what seemed like hours. Across the gravel, dirt, and bushes, his skin was battered, and his limbs mangled. He contained no mental or physical capacity to identify who on God’s Earth was forcing him through his misery.

After a while, Michel could discern a certain atmospheric change - the air had felt more serene - what could only be Lake Dimii.

SWIM AT YOUR OWN RISK “NO LIFEGUARD”

• Read a wasted sign, torn at its hinges.

“Please, I'm so sorry for whatever I did - please don’t-” Michel’s captor continued on to the edge of the lake and held him there, his face inundated like a trembling leaf caught in a storm. Michel didn’t know how to swim and tried to remember what his camping guide said about situations like this, but his mind went blank, and his lungs burned.

A passerby would be able to make out the two figures easily, even though the humid mist: One submerged and one forcing its grasp on the nape of the other’s neck, calmly watching. Michel was so incapacitated he wasn’t even aware that he was being forcibly held - he only regretted refusing to take swimming lessons as a child. And now his despairing amount of weakness against the dark waters was apparent. He thrashed about like a wild animal, a trail of bubbles circling his head. Gasps and sunken murmurs were the only sounds that could be heard on the lakeside at this hour.

And the other continued to watch, looking almost disinterested in the slump of his shoulders and the swaying of his feet. The moon still stubbornly shone, indiscriminate in its gleam, illuminating the other boy’s poor, sinking body. The scene was now still - a sharp contrast from a mere 8 hours ago.

The one on the bank turned to leave for the campgrounds, whistling a familiar tune.
The amount of time it takes to notice a person is missing is usually longer than one would think. In the case of Michel Barre, it took nearly 2 hours after the inhabitants of Wapiti rose. Barnett and Sal eventually realized that Michel was nowhere to be found and alerted Hailey before they were blamed for something they didn’t do. All campers were to report back to their bunks immediately for the rest of the day and stay there till instructed otherwise. A wave of confusion and frustration hit the camp – and rumors quickly spread like a nasty bout of lice.

According to the older kids, Barnett and Sal were messing around with Michel in the woods and left him there for inexplicable reasons. Others believed that Michel’s mega-loaded parents airlifted him out of the woods after just a few hours sleeping in the itchy twin sheets.

Meanwhile, in the counselor’s lodge, absolute pandemonium had settled alongside the cabin’s perpetual dust. These ‘designated adults’ were not adults at all, but hormonal, dewy-eyed teenagers who had been looking forward to an unsupervised summer. None of them were prepared for a situation like this.

“How on Earth will we ever explain this to Michel’s parents? The poor boy - he is probably wounded in the middle of the forest somewhere. Who knows, he could already be dead right now,” cried Hailey. The others stared at her blankly, not knowing what to say in response.

Javon Scott, who was only there for the massive paycheck that would hit his bank account at the end of the summer, couldn’t stop concentrating on Hailey's strawberry-blond curls. They smelled like apples.

“Hailey’s right, guys. Michel’s probably dead somewhere in a ditch. Shit, I can’t handle this right now, I need to smoke,” said Javon. He couldn’t keep his legs from bouncing, even with two hands on his thighs. Hailey let out a dry sob.

“You’ve been smoking too much Javon. The kid is probably fine, he couldn’t have made it that far into the woods,” chimed in someone from the back. A few other counselors murmured in agreement.

“We can’t bank on that. We have to tell Michel’s parents and call the authorities,” said Hailey. Javon aggressively nodded his head - the only one out of the bunch to agree.

“Like the cops? No way, I like this gig and my parents would murder me. Let’s all just split up and try to find him first,” said Bryce, one of the older counselors, a local town bum. There seemed to be a consensus already made at that point and all of Hailey's lamentations were paid any further attention.

The teens decided on rounding up the campers towards the center of the ground for the remainder of the day and to keep guard for God-knows-what, while the rest divvied up the surrounding woods in sections to search for the missing boy. Seemingly overnight, Camp Wapiti had transformed into a dire place – a canvas of frantic people and an obscure disappearance coloring the air.
Hailey had volunteered to scale the one of many huge rocks overlooking the eastern corner of the camp, a citadel over the surrounding area. Javon had offered to accompany Hailey, but everyone agreed it would be best if he stayed out at camp and watched over the fidgety kids. Javon grumbled about his role, because the last thing he wanted to do was spend the rest of the day with the snotty-sits, but he was sorely outnumbered. Besides, Hailey wanted to be alone.

The rock sat among the treetops, overlooking miles beyond the peripheries of the camp in each direction. It was a hot spot for late-night hookups, summertime dares, and sunrise viewings. Some of the graffiti that marked the base of the rock was almost two generations old.

It took a good 20 minutes for Hailey to reach the peak. Once she did, she was taken aback at the unstable illusion that was presented - the forest and vegetation seemed to have no end, swallowing all the land in its vastness. She shuddered to think where Michel could be within the thickets, as there was no way she could make out a 9-year-old from this vantage point. Her day had been spent in vain.

She plopped down at the edge of the overlook and began to burst into fitful tears. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how scared Michel was. Her stomach felt like a bowling ball. She decided that she would immediately contact the Allegheny preservative police and Michel’s parents before telling the others. She took in the horizon for a few months, ablaze in a deep mandarin, before heading back to Wapiti.

Except, someone had been watching her and her lovely head full of curls for a while now. It was a quite pleasant evening, and a single sight was more like a shout in the dead silence. And so, when Hailey could hear the heavy breathing of someone behind her, she chose not to stir.

“I know that’s you Javon. Look, I don’t have the time for this right now,” said Hailey, sniffling into her hands. Only silence followed and the breathing now ceased. Hailey looked over her shoulders and saw only rock. She felt as if she were becoming progressively crazier as the day went on.

Hailey turned back to stare at the view. And as she tumbled down the face of the cliff - from a single push or a gust of wind, no one would be able to tell - her last thoughts were of Michel’s ill-fated end instead of hers and how beautiful the sea of green looked when falling. Down, down she went, impaled upon the serrated end of a branch. Dark, gelatinous fluid sprayed from where she was impaled. She writhed in agony for thirty long minutes before her organs failed from the fatal amount of blood that was lost to the forest dirt.
By 10 pm, all of the inhabitants were united, and unlike this morning, there was a noticeable absence in the atmosphere. With the chief counselor nowhere to be found, the modus operandi of the camp had been altered. Campers were ordered to stay in their cabins and to not leave under any circumstances. Most of the counselors themselves hunkered in their bunks, too exhausted to search for yet another missing person or were a little paranoid themselves. Besides, Hailey probably bailed on the rest of them to avoid being complicit in anything that anything might have happened to Michel.

Still, a few agreed it was best to search the immediate vicinity at least once more, including Javon, who hadn’t felt this terrible since his parent’s divorce.

The crag wasn’t too far from the camp and so when five odd teenagers stumbled upon the grisly sight that was the remains of their fellow counselor – with what the forest scavengers had made of the relatively fresh carcass anyways - a wave of nausea and hysteria hit the group. Two immediately ran straight backwards towards the lodges, escaping into the night.

Javon stood within the fetid odor of the body, unable to take his eyes off the ravage in front of him. Tears silently raced down his cheek. The Allegheny Mountains had turned into an inescapable hellscape paradox.

The remaining counselors turned to wake and alert the others, concluding that the only possible explanation was that Hailey had tumbled from a rock. Javon contested this theory, adamant foul play was involved, but like always, he was ignored. Hailey’s body was left alone, and Camp Wapiti was bustling in panic for the second time that day, except everyone knew what had happened to Hailey. And now with the bus rentals back already less than 96 hours, followed by a parade of police forces, the warmth of the season had disappeared just as quickly it had come.

There simply weren’t enough buses available to transport the entire camp’s population in one batch, especially considering the time of night. The kids were priority and were bused off the premises as soon as possible, except for around two dozen. The police rounded everyone else - which included all the counselors – into the canteen, dead-center of the campsite.

By 6 AM, Javon had become sick of his environment and everyone in it. No one had been able to sleep the whole night except the police, who were used to sleeping in their patrol cars. A distinct tenor could be felt in the canteen, not a soul felt safe during those 9 dreadful hours.

Louie – the Brooklyn boy – entertained some of the other kids by reciting gruesome renditions of what could have happened to Michel and Hailey. The kids took morbid interest, looking over their shoulders for the monsters in Louie’s reenactments. A detailed sketch had been made of the killer. The kids described him as like the silent Northern Saw-Whet Owl, camouflaging within the dark envelope of the forest.

Javon snuck off into the sunrise to go smoke a joint in the hammock park behind the canteen, in plain view of the swarm of knocked-out cops. His nerves were in desperate need of soothing and he didn’t need to think twice about using the only medicine at hand.

The sunrise was dim and sullen, casting its gray halo throughout the sky. The hammock swayed slightly from the cool morning breeze and Javon was starting to get a little sick. Images of Hailey had been burned into his subconscious and he wondered how he would ever be able to sleep again. Well, not sober at least.

Javon could care less about the “owl” killer if he were staring at the end of its barrel, he just needed to forget about this place. This was the first time he had regretted not filling out college application forms, because now, he couldn’t escape this town even if he tried.

As he continued to ruminate in his limited prospects, he saw a shadow flit from the corner of his eye. He jolted awake from his existential morning thoughts.

It was a rather small shadow, one that emerged like a premature lightning strike. The figure disappeared into the woods – seemingly spawning from the direction of the cabins. Snuffing his joint, Javon waltzed in the shadow’s path, determined to not let the sly thing get away. The police were starting to stir. Javon dashed into the thicket’s cover.

While the figure had been in full sprint before, Javon had caught up to it within a couple of minutes. From behind a tree, looking onto an unobstructed clearing, there was the silhouette, his back facing Javon.

It was a boy. A shirtless boy. Quiet and unmoving. But Javon could easily recognize the person’s gait – strangely self-assured for just an 11-year-old. No doubt it was Louie, unruly, scraped and bruised, swaggering within late dawn’s mist. Javon observed quietly for a few moments, watching the boy sit in silence in the grass.

Louie knew someone was watching him. Besides, he had been on the other side – the one who was hunting the unsuspecting so many times that his instincts were deceivingly sharp. Louie turned his head around slowly, catching Javon’s direct line of vision and holding it. Javon froze under Louie’s blank expression towards him.

Slowly, Louie made his way towards Javon, carefully maintaining eye contact. Javon was almost in some sort of trance and had been. rendered immobile. Louie started to quicken his pace, opening his mouth to say something before Javon snapped out of his terrifying reverie.

Javon’s paranoia was through the roof, fueled by all that weed he consumed on an empty stomach. He ran towards the cabin for dear life to warn the others, convinced of Louie’s hand in evil. Something about Louie’s vacant eyes, devoid of emotion and almost-artificial like, sent Javon reeling for shelter from that empty expression. Even Hailey’s lifeless face exhibited more human-ness.

He finally had enough courage to look behind him when in view of the canteen, only to be met with a silent wood. Nevertheless, he continued to run, right outside to the main grounds, running right smack into the punchy gut of a cop.

“Do you think you can tell me what you are doing out here, hm,” asked the man in faded blue. Javon relayed his morning, leaving out extraneous details. But what he said fell upon empty ears and a boisterous laugh!

“Hmph, you kids sure aren’t meant to be out here as counselors. Clueless, all of you.”

But the police soon realized that Javon was telling the cold truth. Louie was thought to be on the busses, but the police received word that the boy was nowhere to be found in the vehicles. A small search-party was sent into the woods, but there wasn’t a single trace of an 11-year-old to be found. Only a lumbering 21-year-old, who took embarrassingly long strides.
Louie and his belongings had dematerialized along with warm winds of summer.

As the rest of the kids and counselors were sent away through a second round of buses, Javon looked longingly at the shrinking campgrounds from the back window.

On our crow’s nest seat,
We are the Camp Wapiti fleet!

Javon dreamt of distant heights and killer elks for months after the incidents.

So I have had extremely bad seasonal allergies for about 10 years now. Every Spring is a living hell for me. The first few years I was able to survive with OTC meds but now my body is taking a different approach. Every OTC med I take I get extremely tired and drowsy. I take NON DROWSY meds and it doesn’t matter that all make me want to fall asleep for days type of tired! I work a lot and I can’t have that. I’ve almost fallen asleep while driving in the middle of the day and also almost had a few accidents at work. I get great sleep, the only source of my fatigue is the meds. So now, it’s either deal with the sneezing itching watery eyes, itchy ears and throat etc etc, OR be so tired I may get in an accident or worse. Any advice on meds to try would be greatly appreciated!

Hello, I finished three days ago TMS treatment (it was accelerated, 5 days in one week a lot of sessions) I was treated in both sides of the brain (left and right).
During the first session to three I was fatigued and I was not anxious anymore when treated on the right side. But, I did notice I would get a little bit irritated and overwhelmed at night. The last two sessions they treated me on the left and I felt motivated and good.
Now, I’m a wreck. It’s been three days and I’m having a lot of mood swings, and the most prominent one is depression. I felt too overwhelmed today (3rd day post tms) but I did feel motivated during the morning, yet overwhelmed after. Now, during the night I feel sad and hopeless. Sometimes, I have the urge to scream, like an itchy feeling to silently scream. I don’t know how to describe it.
My mom is confused and is well…threatening me to send me into a psych ward. So, I need some answers or opinions.
I fear that I’m beginning to judge the treatment and feel like it didn’t work, or perhaps it is working but will take time. But, I don’t know.
Also, I feel faulty. I just wish to get better and that this is just temporal. I felt okay during the sessions (even tho at night I felt overstimulated and fatigued, but it was manageable) and when they put it on the left side of the brain I felt motivated and good (overwhelmed at night, but no anxiety)
Now, post tms 3 days after I feel like a spiral. My emotions are a roller coaster, especially, sadness.
One thing I noticed is that I managed to do my work and was focused, before my emotions hit me.
Help? Any advice? I won’t be seeing my dr until next week. For the time being I need support or an ear.

• Species: Cat
• Age: 8
• Sex/Neuter status: fixed
• Breed: Domestic longhair
• Body weight: approx. 12lbs
• History: Periodontal disease, 2 surgeries, only some molars remaining - no other health problems
• Clinical signs: Sneezing, typical for the spring but more than usual
• Duration: 5 days
• Your general location: Quebec, Canada

Hi,
My cat sneezes occasionally during allergy season (think 1-3 times per day) but as of Monday has been sneezing more (10-25 times per day). Yesterday she seemed better, but today she is sneezing again. I have an appointment for her on Wednesday of next week, but just inquiring to see if we should find another vet for a quicker appointment.
She doesn't sneeze at all when she's sleeping, really only when she's up and about. She only sneezes every couple hours, but it happens in multiple bursts (think sneezing like 6x at a time, a couple times a day). We were thinking maybe it was still allergies, but the drastic increase of sneezing happened seemingly overnight. Allergy season has been bad here and a lot has flowered over the last week.
She is eating well, drinking a lot (it's hot out), playing, and jumping around - seems to have lots of energy save for that hot weather lethargy that hits long-haired cats this time of year (lounging around midday for naps). She is not dehydrated, I have been checking, and we have a room with AC installed that she can use when she pleases. Still peeing and pooping as usual, she seems otherwise completely fine.
She does have a history of periodontal disease for which she has had several surgeries to remove most of her teeth. I have checked the remaining teeth, there is some redness to the gums (to be expected, the vet basically informed us her condition is genetic and will require another surgery to remove the remainder of her teeth at some point). Overall, her mouth looks ok. I can poke around and she doesn't seem to experience pain or discomfort - she is eating hard food with ease. My fear of course, is that a potential infection might have spread to her sinuses, but she doesn't seem to be in any discomfort.
No runny eyes, her nose is a wet but no mucus, she is scratching her ears a bit and shaking her head when she sneezes, she may be itchy?
Any help or advice would be appreciated - many thanks :)