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  • Hashimoto I Can Cause Severe Pain

    Hi šŸ‘‹ My name is Hashimoto’s šŸ¦‹ … I’m an invisible autoimmune disease that attacks your thyroid gland causing you to become hypothyroid … I am now velcroed to you for life …

    Others around you can’t see me or hear me, but YOUR body feels me …

    I can attack you anywhere and any way I please …

    I can cause severe pain or, if I’m in a good mood, I can just cause you to ache all over …

    Remember when you and energy ran around together and had fun …???

    I took energy from you, and gave you exhaustion … Try to have fun now …

    I can take good sleep from you and in its place, give you brain fog and lack of concentration …

    I can make you want to sleep 24/7, and I can also cause insomnia …

    I can make you tremble internally or make you feel cold or hot when everyone else feels normal …

    I can also give you swollen hands and feet, swollen face and eyelids, swollen everything …

    I can make you feel very anxious or very depressed, too. I can also cause other mental health problems …

    I can make your hair fall out, become dry and brittle, cause acne, cause dry skin, the sky is the limit with me …

    I can make you gain weight and no matter what you eat or how much you exercise, I can keep that weight on you. I can also make you lose weight … I don’t discriminate …

    Some of my other autoimmune disease friends often join me, giving you even more to deal with …

    If you have something planned, or are looking forward to a great day, I can take that away from you … You didn’t ask for me … I chose you for various reasons …:

    That virus or viruses you had that you never really recovered from, or that car accident, or maybe it was the years of abuse and trauma (…I thrive on stress …šŸ™‚ You may have a family history of me … Whatever the cause, I’m here to stay …

    I hear you’re going to see a doctor to try and get rid of me … That makes me laugh … Just try …You will have to go to many, many doctors until you find one who can help you effectively …

    You will be put on the wrong medication for you, pain pills, sleeping pills, energy pills, told you are suffering from anxiety or depression, given anti-anxiety pills and antidepressants …

    There are so many other ways I can make you sick and miserable, the list is endless – that high cholesterol, gall bladder issue, blood pressure issue, blood sugar issue, heart issue among others? That’s probably me …

    Can’t get pregnant, or have had a miscarriage …???

    That’s probably me too …

    Teeth and gum problems? TMJ …??? I told you the list was endless …

    You may be given a TENs unit, get massaged, told if you just sleep and exercise properly I will go away …

    You’ll be told to think positively, you’ll be poked, prodded, and MOST OF ALL, not taken seriously when you try to explain to the endless number of doctors you’ve seen, just how debilitating I am and how sick you really feel … In all probability you will get a referral from these ‘understanding’ (clueless) doctors, to see a psychiatrist …

    Your family, friends and co-workers will all listen to you until they just get tired of hearing about how I make you feel, and just how debilitating I am …

    Some of them will say things like “Oh, you are just having a bad day” or “Well, remember, you can’t do the things you use to do 20 YEARS ago”, not hearing that you said 20 DAYS ago …

    They’ll also say things like, “if you just get up and move, get outside and do things, you’ll feel better …” They won’t understand that I take away the ‘gas’ that powers your body and mind to ENABLE you to do those things …

    Some will start talking behind your back, they’ll call you a hypochondriac, while you slowly feel that you are losing your dignity trying to make them understand, especially if you are in the middle of a conversation with a “normal” person, and can’t remember what you were going to say next … You’ll be told things like, “Oh, my grandmother had that, and she’s fine on her medication” when you desperately want to explain that I don’t impose myself upon everyone in the exact same way, and just because that grandmother is fine on the medication SHE’S taking, doesn’t mean it will work for you …

    The only place you will get the kind of support and understanding in dealing with me is with other people that have me … They are really the only ones who can truly understand …

    I am Hashimoto’s Disease … šŸ¦‹šŸ¦‹šŸ¦‹

  • Help Us To Find A Young Man Named Chris May

    Do you have a brother or sister that you love with all your heart?

    A brother or sister who is also one of your best friends?

    Your child’s best friend.

    Now imagine one day they disappeared. No sight of them anywhere.No explanation.

    You couldn’t.

    Some days you feel like this isn’t real.

    Some days it’s so real that it smacks you in the face,hard.

    Some days you think he is coming back.

    Every person you see near your house when you return home, you convince yourself it may be him finally coming home even though deep down you know it isn’t.

    Every time you hear a sound in the night.

    Every time someone rings your door bell.

    Every time an unknown number calls you.

    Every time you see a car like his,even though you know his car has been found, for that spilt second you forget.

    Then there are the days when you think, perhaps what the police believe has happened,is true.

    Those days are the worst.

    How can that be true?!

    How can I live without ever seeing my brother again??

    How can I explain any of this to his beautiful niece who misses him daily, when I don’t understand it myself.

    How can we have hope when the person that knows something is unlikely to speak up.

    How can we grieve when the person that knows something is unlikely to speak up.

    How are we supposed to continue living like this?!

    Two years of aĀ living hell!

    Please whoever you are, whatever you know, I am begging you to put an end to my families suffering.

    #findchrismay

  • Mum Warns Others To Be Careful With These Shoes

    Kelly Barnes took to Facebook to warn other mums about Tescos Jelly shoes, the soft plastic shoes are often worn on sunny days down at the beach so are designed to be worn without socks.

    Barnes said “this is the result of my poor 19 month old boys foot!! After wearing tesco jelly sandals twice… this is the metal that attached the buckle on the inside of the sandal! If anyone else has purchased these please be careful and keep an eye on your little ones feet! I thought I had finally found footwear he would keep on! Or not now! “

    In the photos you can clearlyĀ see where the metal part which holds theĀ strap in place is slightly raised and has caused it to rub on the toddlers ankle causing it to bled and cause pain.

    We are unaware if Kelly Bares has contacted Tescos to inform them of the problem, this could be a one off as the shoe could be faulty however if they are all the same many other children may experience blistering and or bleeding, if this does occur we advise that you contact Tesco and let them know.

    Do you own a pair of these Jelly shoes? Have you had an issue with them or has your child been absolutely fine, we would like to hear your experiences with Tesco Jelly shoes.

    To share your own story, want to raise awareness of any topic or would like us to look into somethingĀ or wish to advertise on Mums advice Facebook page and or our website please send us an emai to mumsadviceltd@outlook.com

  • Last Photo Before Her Dad Took His Life

    This is a picture of my daughter the night before her Dad took his own life. 4-years old and her first night of ballet class. Full of joy. Full of innocence. The worst thing that had ever happened to her was dropping her ice cream cone at the county fair.

    The next day her Dad waved goodbye to her as we drove off to our play date and then he got in his car and went and shot himself on my Grandpa’s land.

    I had to sit on her little bed with her and her fuzzy stuffed animals and baby dolls and I had to tell my 4-year old that her Dad had died. She stared at me and then said, “Mama? What does die mean?” It took days, weeks for her to fully understand…….even after she seen him in his coffin…..that he was not ever coming home and that’s what die means.

    If you are having suicidal thoughts and you have children? Your children will not be better off without you. Your kids need you. Your death will take away some of their innocence. They will have nightmares. They will wake up sweating and screaming. Look at their photo and figure out a way to keep yourself alive on this earth. Don’t drop a load of pain, guilt, abandonment, trauma, and grief on their shoulders. They are so little. They need you. Stay. If for nothing else…….if for no one else……stay for them. Find your fight and get yourself the help you deserve so that you can care for your children.

    This girl knows things other kids don’t know.

    She knows how her Dad died. I told her the truth….not the gory and scary details…..but just the plain and simple truth that he hurt himself so that he would die. She knows what suicide is and openly says the word when most adults shy away from it.

    She also knows that he was a very loving, kind, and good person who made a very wrong choice.

    She knows that he was human, that he was sick, and that he was terrified and she has deep compassion for him because she too knows what it’s like to be scared.

    She knows that he loved her to the moon and back a billion times and he still does.

    Telling her the truth opened up conversations about mental health, love, emotions, strength, grief, God, spirituality, and more. She doesnā€™t judge him or blame him…..only loves him.

    She forgives her Dad.

    She knows that he didn’t leave because he didn’t love her but because he had no fight left in him to stay.

    She misses him…….we all do…..every day. Itā€™s a soul deep missing when a child loses a parent.

    She barely remembers him.

    She still loves him…….very, very much.

    She will grow up not knowing what it’s like to have her very own Dad to protect her, laugh with her, care for her, and love her.

    If she grows up someday, gets married, and has children of her own? That will be the first time since she was 4 that she sees first hand in her own home what a Dad does.

    I look at this photo and my heart hurts so much for this little girl.

    This girl is now 7 and she is happy again. She is joyful, smart, kind-hearted, loving, adventurous, compassionate, and the bravest girl I have ever met in my entire life.

    So, you. The guy who is thinking of taking his life. The guy who is sitting at the dinner table right now with his kids and wife eating tacos and you’re smiling and you’re laughing but in your mind you are planning your own death for the next day?

    I’m asking you to stay.

    I’m asking you to tell your wife your plans.

    I’m asking you to close your eyes and remember being a little kid. Remember how much you loved and needed both of your parents.

    Fight for your life.

    You belong here on earth.

    You are worthy and so, so loved.

    Your family needs you.

    You belong here on a Tuesday night eating tacos with your kids and your wife laughing at inside jokes only a family understands.

    You deserve to watch your children grow up.

    You deserve their hugs and kisses and giggles.

    They need you.

    Maybe pleading with you to stay on this earth won’t work. Maybe it’s not enough…..maybe you’ll still go. I don’t know if spreading this love and pleading will work because I never got that chance to do that with my husband. But maybe it will help you. Maybe it will help just one of you and that’s why my children and I share our story.

    So, you. Please stay.

    Yes, they will survive and move forward in their lives if you leave but they won’t be better off without you.

    They will forever be missing a piece of themselves….a piece of their heart.

    Love and strength, Nikā¤ā¤ā¤

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  • I Expect Top Care Off Staff Not My Boy Left Like This

    When I leave my son in the care of the nursing staff I expect top quality care not my poor boy being left

    I have just walked into my sons room and his nurse was over by his cot she realised I was behind her and scurried out only for me to see my son like this his leg twisted right behind him

    For those who know my son Jacob know he canā€™t get himself like this because of his muscle tone it isĀ impossible !!!!!!

    He was diagnosed withĀ dystonia 6 months ago which made him bend in half backwards however this is not dystonia as his whole body would do this if it was.

    He has been out like this and left he was screaming in pain

    Luckily my friend was with me to take photos as I sorted him out and comforted my distressed and in pain baby boy.

    Not only didĀ the nurseĀ do this she also messed up his antibiotics and left a syringe attached to his tube instead of taking it away like she should.

    Also a few weeks ago my friends walked In to Jacobs room to find a pillow over his face and his machine had been beeping for twenty minutes when they looked back on the review of the machine how can they be so incompetent

    Yes I have been to pals yes I have spoken to the ward manager but this is not the first time something like this has happened or a fuck up on Jacobs meds, I wish I could be by his side every waking minute but that is not possible, I have no choice but to trust these trained staff but they are failing my son.

    I am devastated he is a little boy who deserves the right care and no fucks ups.

    What else can I do?

    To follow more of Jacob’s journey take a look of their Facebook page here https://www.facebook.com/thelittleboywhostolemyheart/

  • Veet Hair Removal Cream And Frozen Peas

    If anyone wants a laugh then let me explain to you about tonightā€™s little escapade with the fucking VEET hair removal cream and why Iā€™m now laying in bed with a bag of frozen peas on my vagina.

    Me and myĀ friend were in tescos this evening looking at the personal care products and we were like you know what, I want a porn star arse hole and Iā€™m broke so letā€™s rock n roll. VEET HAIR REMOVAL CREAM THAT BRIGHTENS THE SKIN. Got that for a few quid and also a small tub of bleach to brighten the butt hole šŸ™ƒ if youā€™ve read any of the online reviews youā€™ll know, donā€™t be a twat.

    Got back to my house had dinner had a few glasses of wine and my other half had gone to bed, so weā€™re left to VEET and bleach our arse holes like the actual fucking delinquents we are ready to twat it up. Chucked a face mask on and we were ready to go.

    Both of us have one leg cocked up on a chair while we slather the hair removal cream on our vaginas, bikini line and bums. Felt a wee burn but nothing we couldnā€™t handle. Iā€™ve had a kid for Christ sake, it wasnā€™t that deep. We then took it in turns after a few mins to get it off each other and look on in amazement at our hairless little bums. Both of us thinking to ourselves that it will be flawless sex now and weā€™re sleek dolphins. It was good, uncomfortable, but good.

    Didnā€™t even let the dust settle and our arses were still pretty red raw from the VEET and my friends stirred up this poxy bleach pot and was like right, bend over letā€™s do this. Iā€™ve started doing hers and this was when the real adventure began.

    My friends leapt from the carpet and let me know sheā€™s going to be sick and canā€™t do it. Obviously, I was pissing myself and I was like nah shut up come on letā€™s do it, unaware of the pain to follow. Sheā€™s actually rolling around on the floor now sweating because the pains so hideous, but the pain has passed so she can cope. And then she says right your go bend over.

    Iā€™ve bent over and assumed the position, my shiny new flower exposed to the elements and ready to go.

    If youā€™ve ever veeted your bum and then decided to bleach it after then you know the pain to follow is like straight up hydrochloric acid being swilled onto your arse hole. Itā€™s fucking horrific.

    Iā€™ve screamed and lunged forward and understood exactly how she felt because now I felt the same. I felt winded and I couldnā€™t breathe and I felt like I was about to bring up my dinner because the pain was so intense. Sheā€™s told me to breathe and get through it and the pain will go. So Iā€™m breathing and breathing for what feels like an hour but was actually about 1/2 a second and I say no I canā€™t do this and throw myself into the toilet, where I sit and wonder if Iā€™m going to end up with 3rd degree burns or need a fucking skin graft or something.

    Iā€™ve wiped the cream off thinking itā€™s cool itā€™ll stop except it felt like I was possessed by the devil every time I touched it so I throw myself into the bath with a dress on just to sit in it and spread my cheeks to get this bleach off.

    My friend in the mean time is about to pass out through the pain because it comes in waves. You think itā€™s going to get better but it doesnā€™t and the pain just comes straight back and it feels like shit when it does.

    Got the bleach off and it didnā€™t feel too bad, felt alright. Took some pictures of our new shiny arses after the initial burning shock to send to our boyfriends, happy days, mine loves my new arse. Itā€™s a good end to a not so good evening.

    Fast forward to now, I am laying in bed and wake up because I need a wee šŸ™ƒ I struggle to get up because it feels like fucking Chernobyl in my fanny. Like a nuclear meltdown because the heat and pain is RADIATING off me.

    I go for my wee and the sting is instant. I started shouting out in pain and I grabbed the jug on the side of the bath to pour cold water on my vagina while Iā€™m sat down. The cold water shocked me and took the heat away for a second before it came back. I wipe and there is BLOOD on the tissue. Not like red blood, but orange blood where my flaps have been WEEPING from the hair removal and bleach.

    I stood up, dried off by patting down using a towel and then went to get a drink because the pain was so extreme I once again felt like I was going to hurl. Iā€™ve gone in my room and my boyfriends like wtf is wrong with you whatā€™s happened !? While I sob uncontrollably, my vagina was on fire and I had a sense of impending doom that this would be it forever now. Heā€™s got straight up and run an ice cold bath and told me to sit in it.

    After finding the courage to lay down and spread my legs to get some air to them I had to stand back up to get in the bath. My other half is holding my hand the whole time because he can see the pain in my face. This isnā€™t an over dramatic pain. This is a ā€œmy raw flesh is exposed on my vagina and I canā€™t sit, stand or layā€ kind of pain.

    Sat in the ice-cold bath for 10 mins and my vagina is numb. Now laying in bed with a bag of frozen peas on my shrivelled up painful little flower asking myself why the FUCK did I do this ??????? And then thinking to myself you know what tho hun Iā€™m fucking stupid enough to do this again and I probably will because my bum is GLOWING and thereā€™s not a single hair down there šŸ˜‚

    Emailed in by Julie McWilliams

  • This Man Abused My Daughter And Is Now Free

    Three years ago Jay-gerri Willoughby took to social media to make others aware of this awful man, the post has beenĀ shared thousandsĀ times .

    Willoughby said “On the 9th of April 2015 at approximately 2:30am I walked in on this filthy fucken slime KODIE WAYNE GHILOTTI in bed with my daughter who was 8 years old at the time.

    At the time it took me about 2 minutes to realize what I was really seeing. I pulled the blankets down and seen with my own eyes he was naked and my daughter had no pants on. I can not remember much after that as I blanked out.

    For the last year my family and I have been a massive emotional roller coaster.

    On the 31st of March 2016 he was officially sentenced to ONE! YEAR of jail time and 3 years probation for 4 counts of indecent conduct with a minor. The judge sympathized that he handed himself in and didn’t apply for bail. It was his first KNOWN offense for this behavior.. He also took in to consideration the effect this has had on my entire family and decided this was the appropriate sentence. ONE FUCKEN YEAR!!! to justify the betrayal, pain and loss we have endured his abuse of trust to a child. I’m disgusted in the system. The sentence is an injustice in itself. I now understand why some don’t come forward. Words can not express the anger and pain.

    PLEASE SHARE THIS I WANT HIS FACE ALL OVER SOCIAL MEDIA So no child will ever fall prey to his sick ways ever again as he will be out on the streets in just over a week.

    #NameAndShame

    Since this post has been put on social media the man has been released from prison and is free to live his life and potentially abuse another innocent child.

  • Migraines Are Not Headaches-Show Some Compassion

    Migraines Are Not Headaches-Show Some Compassion

    I can’t just “pop an Advil and be on with my day”.

    I can barely open my eyes without feeling like I’m going to throw up.

    Certain smells will make me feel nauseous.

    I can’t be in a room with lights, let alone even look at my phone.

    I have to just lay there, in the dark, sometimes crying from the pain.

    I have to wear sunglasses if I’m in a bright place and suddenly feel a migraine coming.

    I can even feel one is coming hours before it actually starts.

    Sometimes I wake up in the morning, knowing I have one coming that night.

    Saying to me “maybe you need to drink more” or “you just need more rest and to drink more water” is not helpful.

    Or saying “isn’t it just a little pain in your head, can’t you nap for 20 minutes then feel better??” Is also not helpful.

    Migraines are not headaches.

    I’ve missed many things because of it. Many moments, many important days.

    When I am invited to something that’s a few days away, I will think to myself “oh, I hope I don’t get a migraine that day.”

    Normal sounds such as flushing a toilet, or a fork scraping on a plate, or a door shutting, all sounds like an earthquake is happening inside your head to someone with a migraine.

    It is not just a “little pain in your head”.

    Migraines are not headaches.

    I cannot hide when I have a migraine. My vein will show you exactly where the pain is, my eyes will be watery from the lights around me, and I will be walking around holding my forehead trying to get some relief. I can’t just ignore it and get on with my day. It’s an all consuming pain, and I live with it, I deal with it the best I can, and I know I’m not alone.

    Migraines are not headaches.

  • Everybody Is Fighting A Battle-Be Kind

    The news about Ant McPartlin’s battles with depression, crippling pain, alcohol and prescription drug addiction will have come as a shock to millions many people are angered by his actions which is fair enough he put others life in danger. He always seems so happy and full of life as one half of our nation’s favourite TV duo many still remember him as the fresh-faced kid and part of Pj and Duncan.

    But it should be a reminder to all of us that, no matter how happy people look, everybody is fighting a battle… we never really know just what our friends, neighbours, colleagues and loved ones are going through.

    Remember Robin Williams who made millions of people laugh and seemed like such a joker and a happy guy, he sadly lost his life to depression, so although Ant’s actions are awful maybe we should cut him some slack and support him through his illness.

    Sometimes the people who seem the happiest of all, like Ant, are the ones hiding the deepest pain. Their smiles are a way to cover up everything that they are going through it is like their safety barrier, their mask, their way of hiding their true feelings.

    As well as thinking about Ant, please take some time to look after those closest to you and see if they need your support, be free to listen to others, don’t give them solutions or tell them everything is okay, just listen and make sure they know you are only a phone call away.

    Depression is not something you easily get over and it doesn’t matter how much money you have in the bank it can affect any person.

    You never know what someone is going through.

    Be kind.

    Be there

    Listen

    Care

    Show compassion

    Always.

    If you are suffering from depression please reach and talk to someone

  • Padsicles-Best Remedy For After Birth

    I made Padsicles to wear after I give birth to help soothe and heal my vagina, I wish I had known this magical trick with my two other births.

    When a friend told me about them I thought she was crazy, Frozen fanny pads aka Padsicles but my god my vagina hasn’t felt so cool and pain-free for ages, after the birth of my relatively average sized baby boy Samuel I was ever so tender down on in my baby making area and was struggling to walk and was having to urinate in the shower or pouring a cold jug over my vagina as I wee’d in the toilet.

    When my friend told me about them I was skeptical at first but WOW, my vagina loves it, walking isn’t painful and my vagina has forgotten that it has recently pushed a human out of it.

    Here is how to make it:

    -Aloe Vera

    -Witch Hazel

    -Coconut Oil

    -Fold back in wrapper & freeze.

    After three hours your padsicles are ready to use, pain-free vagina, enjoy,and thank me later. Share with all your mummy friends let’s save other womans vaginas!