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People in prison there 80 in one small cell this is insane. they can move milimeter.
why should i go as a tourist if i get to a street fight, or false accuastion and el salvador will throw me there?
why should i go as a tourist if i get to a street fight, or false accuastion and el salvador will throw me there?
I am Jewish, and Elon Musk has always seemed to play nice with the Jewish community—giving interviews and acting like he’s a "big brother" listening to us.
But then, at a Trump event, he danced like Hitler and even did the Hitler salute. It was deeply disturbing—a full betrayal.
I’ve always been a part of the GOP, but I can’t associate myself with this party anymore. If Trump allows this kind of behavior to go unchecked and doesn’t step in, then I don’t want anything to do with this party. Seriously.
Trump has always supported Israel. He’s repeatedly said that anyone who wants to abolish Israel will have no place in our country. Yet now, this happens. I expected him to remove Musk or at least condemn this, but it didn’t happen.
Elon Musk tried to claim it was an accident—total BS. We all saw him dance like Hitler and then actually do the salute.
It’s 100% a sociopathic lie to become a "meme god" and make himself more famous than Trump.
But then, at a Trump event, he danced like Hitler and even did the Hitler salute. It was deeply disturbing—a full betrayal.
I’ve always been a part of the GOP, but I can’t associate myself with this party anymore. If Trump allows this kind of behavior to go unchecked and doesn’t step in, then I don’t want anything to do with this party. Seriously.
Trump has always supported Israel. He’s repeatedly said that anyone who wants to abolish Israel will have no place in our country. Yet now, this happens. I expected him to remove Musk or at least condemn this, but it didn’t happen.
Elon Musk tried to claim it was an accident—total BS. We all saw him dance like Hitler and then actually do the salute.
It’s 100% a sociopathic lie to become a "meme god" and make himself more famous than Trump.
A question for people who think it will: do you even know what distribution is?
So, this coin has something like 20% distributed between buyers and 80% is held by insiders and people who actually made it. Coins with such distributions are scams, rug pull coins, vehicles supposed to make their makers rich. They aren't there for you.
Being polite, I'd call this a donation coin, where buying it shows support for Trump and allows you to donate to him. Let's be real though, most people are not buying this coin for such reason. They hope they can make money on this. If you're one of such people you should wake up, because you are being played.
So, this coin has something like 20% distributed between buyers and 80% is held by insiders and people who actually made it. Coins with such distributions are scams, rug pull coins, vehicles supposed to make their makers rich. They aren't there for you.
Being polite, I'd call this a donation coin, where buying it shows support for Trump and allows you to donate to him. Let's be real though, most people are not buying this coin for such reason. They hope they can make money on this. If you're one of such people you should wake up, because you are being played.
80% by one adress you mean. and there is no any dump from the 80% in last 24 hrs.
it was dump the people
You are the one who stupidly invested in a meme shitcoin. Even worse, you invested more than you could safely afford to lose. Now you want pity and advice even though it is still worth more than when you bought it?
Thou art truly a clueless idiot... Just sell the damn coins, take your profit, and move on.
Thou art truly a clueless idiot... Just sell the damn coins, take your profit, and move on.
Is ignorant to clal Trump coin a meme coin. this is a coin backed the president and the most google guy in earth. is not ''the meme coins category''
You are the one who stupidly invested in a meme shitcoin. Even worse, you invested more than you could safely afford to lose. Now you want pity and advice even though it is still worth more than when you bought it?
Thou art truly a clueless idiot... Just sell the damn coins, take your profit, and move on.
Thou art truly a clueless idiot... Just sell the damn coins, take your profit, and move on.
I am courage for taking a shot to try to imprve my life on a good coin, of the new president in 20 jan.
whqt i can ido, not work all the time. but i am not pussy to see a opputnity ad not use it.
people who call ti normal meme coins asre delluded.
yahoo62278 opened scam donation thread and i just copied him
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Listen up, folks, 'cause I'm about to lay down some heavy truth for ya. Back in '96, I was just a 17-year-old punk trying to navigate this messed up thing we call life. My old lady, she wasn't feeling too hot, so she decided to haul her ass to the hospital. Little did I know, that was one of the last times I laid eyes on her. She went from a simple check-up to being whisked away to some fancy-pants hospital an hour away with all the top-notch doctors. Turns out, she had a busted ticker and an oversized heart. A couple of months later, she was six feet under.
Now, let's fast forward to 2017.
I had managed to survive nearly four decades on this godforsaken rock, and I was starting to make a name for myself around here. But my health, well, it took a turn for the worse. My heart was racing like a bat outta hell, and I couldn't figure out why. Wasn't doing drugs, wasn't drowning myself in booze, and I sure as hell wasn't popping pills like candy. So, I decided to get myself checked out. Turns out, I had my own damn case of heart failure. Now, let me tell you, my insurance was about as useful as a wet matchstick, and it seemed like those so-called doctors treated me like dirt because of it. If you weren't rolling in dough or had some fancy insurance plan, they treated you like a bottom-feeder.
My first doctor, that sorry excuse for a medical professional, did the bare minimum. Ran a few tests, acted like I wasn't worth his precious time. I played by the rules, went to my appointments like a good little patient, and choked down those damn pills he prescribed. But in the end, I realized he wasn't doing jack to help me. So, I said, "Screw it!" and dropped off the radar. Yeah, not the brightest move, I'll admit.
Now, jump ahead to 2021.
March of that year, I was suffocating, feeling like I was drowning on dry land. Gasping for air like a damn fish outta water. And you know what? I suffered through that shit for two long weeks before I finally had the sense to haul my sorry ass to the emergency room. I knew it was a matter of life or death. And let me tell you, within thirty damn minutes of stumbling through those ER doors, they had me hooked up to x-ray machines, peeping at my heart like some nosy neighbors. Turns out, my heart was swimming in a pool of water, and they needed to drain that shit, pronto. I ended up stuck in that sterile hospital hell for a whole week. They filled me up with water pills and pumped oxygen into my lungs until I pissed out nine friggin' liters of water. Yeah, I was teetering on the edge of oblivion, all because I was too dumb to get checked out sooner.
But here's the silver lining, my friends. During that lovely hospital stay, I got myself a new heart doctor. Finally, someone who gave a damn. They ran all kinds of tests on me, including this freaky-deaky procedure called a left heart catheter. Picture this: they slice open your wrist or groin, jam a scope through your artery, and take a little peek inside your ticker. And get this, you're wide awake for the whole damn thing. It's like a twisted carnival ride. But hey, they gathered some valuable intel about my sorry state, made some adjustments to the meds that quack number one had prescribed ages ago.
But that's not where the story ends, my friends. Oh no, not even close. My new doctor, bless their blackened heart, wasn't satisfied with the tests I'd been through. They wanted to dig deeper, so they ordered something called a TEE, or Transesophageal echocardiogram. Basically, they shoved a tube down my throat and snapped some shots of my heart from the inside. Now, I wasn't awake for that particular joyride, but let me tell you, they hit the jackpot. They discovered something crucial in my case. Turns out, I was born with a jacked-up Bicuspid aortic valve. Most folks walk around with a normal Tricuspid valve, but not me, oh no. I'm special. They found that shit out in July of 2021. And to top it all off, those CT scans they'd been running on me revealed a friggin' aortic aneurysm, likely caused by that faulty valve I had from day one.
Now, let's roll on to 2024.
I was scheduled for some hardcore open-heart surgery. And let me tell you, I've never been more scared shitless in my entire miserable existence. This ain't no walk in the park, my friends. There arerisks, complications, and a long road to recovery. But I knew I had to do it. I had to take that leap of faith and put my life in the hands of the surgeons.
The day of the surgery came, and I kissed my sorry ass goodbye as they wheeled me into the operating room. I woke up hours later in the ICU, feeling like I'd been run over by a freight train. Tubes, wires, and monitors were my new best friends. But you know what? I was alive. I made it through that hellish ordeal.
The recovery was no picnic, let me tell you. Weeks turned into months, and every day felt like an uphill battle. But with the support of my loved ones and the tenacity to keep fighting, I slowly but surely made progress. Physical therapy, medications, and a whole lot of patience were my constant companions.
Now, here we are in 2024.
I'm still standing, folks. Still breathing, still living life to the fullest. Sure, I've got scars, both inside and out. But those scars are a testament to the battles I've fought and the strength I possess. I've learned some hard lessons along the way, like the importance of advocating for your own health, seeking second opinions, and never settling for subpar care.
So, my friends, take it from me. Don't wait until it's almost too late. Listen to your body, be your own advocate, and don't be afraid to demand the care you deserve. Life is too damn short to let it slip away because of neglect or complacency. Stand up, fight back, and live each day like it's your last.
And that, my friends, is the story of my heart.
DONATION ADDRESSES
Btc 16mdv9caPfr1nPtyU7fQKTswnu1pirurwd
Eth 0x49f91818c5e07be40a2aa6f41ed0b5bf249ececb
Trump 3JR1KMUzJ1zCidXqDn9wi7at7igsC6A8dztNsDgMdvWk
Listen up, folks, 'cause I'm about to lay down some heavy truth for ya. Back in '96, I was just a 17-year-old punk trying to navigate this messed up thing we call life. My old lady, she wasn't feeling too hot, so she decided to haul her ass to the hospital. Little did I know, that was one of the last times I laid eyes on her. She went from a simple check-up to being whisked away to some fancy-pants hospital an hour away with all the top-notch doctors. Turns out, she had a busted ticker and an oversized heart. A couple of months later, she was six feet under.
Now, let's fast forward to 2017.
I had managed to survive nearly four decades on this godforsaken rock, and I was starting to make a name for myself around here. But my health, well, it took a turn for the worse. My heart was racing like a bat outta hell, and I couldn't figure out why. Wasn't doing drugs, wasn't drowning myself in booze, and I sure as hell wasn't popping pills like candy. So, I decided to get myself checked out. Turns out, I had my own damn case of heart failure. Now, let me tell you, my insurance was about as useful as a wet matchstick, and it seemed like those so-called doctors treated me like dirt because of it. If you weren't rolling in dough or had some fancy insurance plan, they treated you like a bottom-feeder.
My first doctor, that sorry excuse for a medical professional, did the bare minimum. Ran a few tests, acted like I wasn't worth his precious time. I played by the rules, went to my appointments like a good little patient, and choked down those damn pills he prescribed. But in the end, I realized he wasn't doing jack to help me. So, I said, "Screw it!" and dropped off the radar. Yeah, not the brightest move, I'll admit.
Now, jump ahead to 2021.
March of that year, I was suffocating, feeling like I was drowning on dry land. Gasping for air like a damn fish outta water. And you know what? I suffered through that shit for two long weeks before I finally had the sense to haul my sorry ass to the emergency room. I knew it was a matter of life or death. And let me tell you, within thirty damn minutes of stumbling through those ER doors, they had me hooked up to x-ray machines, peeping at my heart like some nosy neighbors. Turns out, my heart was swimming in a pool of water, and they needed to drain that shit, pronto. I ended up stuck in that sterile hospital hell for a whole week. They filled me up with water pills and pumped oxygen into my lungs until I pissed out nine friggin' liters of water. Yeah, I was teetering on the edge of oblivion, all because I was too dumb to get checked out sooner.
But here's the silver lining, my friends. During that lovely hospital stay, I got myself a new heart doctor. Finally, someone who gave a damn. They ran all kinds of tests on me, including this freaky-deaky procedure called a left heart catheter. Picture this: they slice open your wrist or groin, jam a scope through your artery, and take a little peek inside your ticker. And get this, you're wide awake for the whole damn thing. It's like a twisted carnival ride. But hey, they gathered some valuable intel about my sorry state, made some adjustments to the meds that quack number one had prescribed ages ago.
But that's not where the story ends, my friends. Oh no, not even close. My new doctor, bless their blackened heart, wasn't satisfied with the tests I'd been through. They wanted to dig deeper, so they ordered something called a TEE, or Transesophageal echocardiogram. Basically, they shoved a tube down my throat and snapped some shots of my heart from the inside. Now, I wasn't awake for that particular joyride, but let me tell you, they hit the jackpot. They discovered something crucial in my case. Turns out, I was born with a jacked-up Bicuspid aortic valve. Most folks walk around with a normal Tricuspid valve, but not me, oh no. I'm special. They found that shit out in July of 2021. And to top it all off, those CT scans they'd been running on me revealed a friggin' aortic aneurysm, likely caused by that faulty valve I had from day one.
Now, let's roll on to 2024.
I was scheduled for some hardcore open-heart surgery. And let me tell you, I've never been more scared shitless in my entire miserable existence. This ain't no walk in the park, my friends. There arerisks, complications, and a long road to recovery. But I knew I had to do it. I had to take that leap of faith and put my life in the hands of the surgeons.
The day of the surgery came, and I kissed my sorry ass goodbye as they wheeled me into the operating room. I woke up hours later in the ICU, feeling like I'd been run over by a freight train. Tubes, wires, and monitors were my new best friends. But you know what? I was alive. I made it through that hellish ordeal.
The recovery was no picnic, let me tell you. Weeks turned into months, and every day felt like an uphill battle. But with the support of my loved ones and the tenacity to keep fighting, I slowly but surely made progress. Physical therapy, medications, and a whole lot of patience were my constant companions.
Now, here we are in 2024.
I'm still standing, folks. Still breathing, still living life to the fullest. Sure, I've got scars, both inside and out. But those scars are a testament to the battles I've fought and the strength I possess. I've learned some hard lessons along the way, like the importance of advocating for your own health, seeking second opinions, and never settling for subpar care.
So, my friends, take it from me. Don't wait until it's almost too late. Listen to your body, be your own advocate, and don't be afraid to demand the care you deserve. Life is too damn short to let it slip away because of neglect or complacency. Stand up, fight back, and live each day like it's your last.
And that, my friends, is the story of my heart.
DONATION ADDRESSES
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Eth 0x49f91818c5e07be40a2aa6f41ed0b5bf249ececb
Trump 3JR1KMUzJ1zCidXqDn9wi7at7igsC6A8dztNsDgMdvWk
Listen up, folks, 'cause I'm about to lay down some heavy truth for ya. Back in '96, I was just a 17-year-old punk trying to navigate this messed up thing we call life. My old lady, she wasn't feeling too hot, so she decided to haul her ass to the hospital. Little did I know, that was one of the last times I laid eyes on her. She went from a simple check-up to being whisked away to some fancy-pants hospital an hour away with all the top-notch doctors. Turns out, she had a busted ticker and an oversized heart. A couple of months later, she was six feet under.
Now, let's fast forward to 2017.
I had managed to survive nearly four decades on this godforsaken rock, and I was starting to make a name for myself around here. But my health, well, it took a turn for the worse. My heart was racing like a bat outta hell, and I couldn't figure out why. Wasn't doing drugs, wasn't drowning myself in booze, and I sure as hell wasn't popping pills like candy. So, I decided to get myself checked out. Turns out, I had my own damn case of heart failure. Now, let me tell you, my insurance was about as useful as a wet matchstick, and it seemed like those so-called doctors treated me like dirt because of it. If you weren't rolling in dough or had some fancy insurance plan, they treated you like a bottom-feeder.
My first doctor, that sorry excuse for a medical professional, did the bare minimum. Ran a few tests, acted like I wasn't worth his precious time. I played by the rules, went to my appointments like a good little patient, and choked down those damn pills he prescribed. But in the end, I realized he wasn't doing jack to help me. So, I said, "Screw it!" and dropped off the radar. Yeah, not the brightest move, I'll admit.
Now, jump ahead to 2021.
March of that year, I was suffocating, feeling like I was drowning on dry land. Gasping for air like a damn fish outta water. And you know what? I suffered through that shit for two long weeks before I finally had the sense to haul my sorry ass to the emergency room. I knew it was a matter of life or death. And let me tell you, within thirty damn minutes of stumbling through those ER doors, they had me hooked up to x-ray machines, peeping at my heart like some nosy neighbors. Turns out, my heart was swimming in a pool of water, and they needed to drain that shit, pronto. I ended up stuck in that sterile hospital hell for a whole week. They filled me up with water pills and pumped oxygen into my lungs until I pissed out nine friggin' liters of water. Yeah, I was teetering on the edge of oblivion, all because I was too dumb to get checked out sooner.
But here's the silver lining, my friends. During that lovely hospital stay, I got myself a new heart doctor. Finally, someone who gave a damn. They ran all kinds of tests on me, including this freaky-deaky procedure called a left heart catheter. Picture this: they slice open your wrist or groin, jam a scope through your artery, and take a little peek inside your ticker. And get this, you're wide awake for the whole damn thing. It's like a twisted carnival ride. But hey, they gathered some valuable intel about my sorry state, made some adjustments to the meds that quack number one had prescribed ages ago.
But that's not where the story ends, my friends. Oh no, not even close. My new doctor, bless their blackened heart, wasn't satisfied with the tests I'd been through. They wanted to dig deeper, so they ordered something called a TEE, or Transesophageal echocardiogram. Basically, they shoved a tube down my throat and snapped some shots of my heart from the inside. Now, I wasn't awake for that particular joyride, but let me tell you, they hit the jackpot. They discovered something crucial in my case. Turns out, I was born with a jacked-up Bicuspid aortic valve. Most folks walk around with a normal Tricuspid valve, but not me, oh no. I'm special. They found that shit out in July of 2021. And to top it all off, those CT scans they'd been running on me revealed a friggin' aortic aneurysm, likely caused by that faulty valve I had from day one.
Now, let's roll on to October 2021.
I was scheduled for some hardcore open-heart surgery. And let me tell you, I've never been more scared shitless in my entire miserable existence. This ain't no walk in the park, my friends. There arerisks, complications, and a long road to recovery. But I knew I had to do it. I had to take that leap of faith and put my life in the hands of the surgeons.
The day of the surgery came, and I kissed my sorry ass goodbye as they wheeled me into the operating room. I woke up hours later in the ICU, feeling like I'd been run over by a freight train. Tubes, wires, and monitors were my new best friends. But you know what? I was alive. I made it through that hellish ordeal.
The recovery was no picnic, let me tell you. Weeks turned into months, and every day felt like an uphill battle. But with the support of my loved ones and the tenacity to keep fighting, I slowly but surely made progress. Physical therapy, medications, and a whole lot of patience were my constant companions.
Now, here we are in 2023.
I'm still standing, folks. Still breathing, still living life to the fullest. Sure, I've got scars, both inside and out. But those scars are a testament to the battles I've fought and the strength I possess. I've learned some hard lessons along the way, like the importance of advocating for your own health, seeking second opinions, and never settling for subpar care.
So, my friends, take it from me. Don't wait until it's almost too late. Listen to your body, be your own advocate, and don't be afraid to demand the care you deserve. Life is too damn short to let it slip away because of neglect or complacency. Stand up, fight back, and live each day like it's your last.
And that, my friends, is the story of my heart.
DONATION ADDRESSES
Btc 16mdv9caPfr1nPtyU7fQKTswnu1pirurwd
Eth 0x49f91818c5e07be40a2aa6f41ed0b5bf249ececb
Trump 3JR1KMUzJ1zCidXqDn9wi7at7igsC6A8dztNsDgMdvWk
Now, let's fast forward to 2017.
I had managed to survive nearly four decades on this godforsaken rock, and I was starting to make a name for myself around here. But my health, well, it took a turn for the worse. My heart was racing like a bat outta hell, and I couldn't figure out why. Wasn't doing drugs, wasn't drowning myself in booze, and I sure as hell wasn't popping pills like candy. So, I decided to get myself checked out. Turns out, I had my own damn case of heart failure. Now, let me tell you, my insurance was about as useful as a wet matchstick, and it seemed like those so-called doctors treated me like dirt because of it. If you weren't rolling in dough or had some fancy insurance plan, they treated you like a bottom-feeder.
My first doctor, that sorry excuse for a medical professional, did the bare minimum. Ran a few tests, acted like I wasn't worth his precious time. I played by the rules, went to my appointments like a good little patient, and choked down those damn pills he prescribed. But in the end, I realized he wasn't doing jack to help me. So, I said, "Screw it!" and dropped off the radar. Yeah, not the brightest move, I'll admit.
Now, jump ahead to 2021.
March of that year, I was suffocating, feeling like I was drowning on dry land. Gasping for air like a damn fish outta water. And you know what? I suffered through that shit for two long weeks before I finally had the sense to haul my sorry ass to the emergency room. I knew it was a matter of life or death. And let me tell you, within thirty damn minutes of stumbling through those ER doors, they had me hooked up to x-ray machines, peeping at my heart like some nosy neighbors. Turns out, my heart was swimming in a pool of water, and they needed to drain that shit, pronto. I ended up stuck in that sterile hospital hell for a whole week. They filled me up with water pills and pumped oxygen into my lungs until I pissed out nine friggin' liters of water. Yeah, I was teetering on the edge of oblivion, all because I was too dumb to get checked out sooner.
But here's the silver lining, my friends. During that lovely hospital stay, I got myself a new heart doctor. Finally, someone who gave a damn. They ran all kinds of tests on me, including this freaky-deaky procedure called a left heart catheter. Picture this: they slice open your wrist or groin, jam a scope through your artery, and take a little peek inside your ticker. And get this, you're wide awake for the whole damn thing. It's like a twisted carnival ride. But hey, they gathered some valuable intel about my sorry state, made some adjustments to the meds that quack number one had prescribed ages ago.
But that's not where the story ends, my friends. Oh no, not even close. My new doctor, bless their blackened heart, wasn't satisfied with the tests I'd been through. They wanted to dig deeper, so they ordered something called a TEE, or Transesophageal echocardiogram. Basically, they shoved a tube down my throat and snapped some shots of my heart from the inside. Now, I wasn't awake for that particular joyride, but let me tell you, they hit the jackpot. They discovered something crucial in my case. Turns out, I was born with a jacked-up Bicuspid aortic valve. Most folks walk around with a normal Tricuspid valve, but not me, oh no. I'm special. They found that shit out in July of 2021. And to top it all off, those CT scans they'd been running on me revealed a friggin' aortic aneurysm, likely caused by that faulty valve I had from day one.
Now, let's roll on to October 2021.
I was scheduled for some hardcore open-heart surgery. And let me tell you, I've never been more scared shitless in my entire miserable existence. This ain't no walk in the park, my friends. There arerisks, complications, and a long road to recovery. But I knew I had to do it. I had to take that leap of faith and put my life in the hands of the surgeons.
The day of the surgery came, and I kissed my sorry ass goodbye as they wheeled me into the operating room. I woke up hours later in the ICU, feeling like I'd been run over by a freight train. Tubes, wires, and monitors were my new best friends. But you know what? I was alive. I made it through that hellish ordeal.
The recovery was no picnic, let me tell you. Weeks turned into months, and every day felt like an uphill battle. But with the support of my loved ones and the tenacity to keep fighting, I slowly but surely made progress. Physical therapy, medications, and a whole lot of patience were my constant companions.
Now, here we are in 2023.
I'm still standing, folks. Still breathing, still living life to the fullest. Sure, I've got scars, both inside and out. But those scars are a testament to the battles I've fought and the strength I possess. I've learned some hard lessons along the way, like the importance of advocating for your own health, seeking second opinions, and never settling for subpar care.
So, my friends, take it from me. Don't wait until it's almost too late. Listen to your body, be your own advocate, and don't be afraid to demand the care you deserve. Life is too damn short to let it slip away because of neglect or complacency. Stand up, fight back, and live each day like it's your last.
And that, my friends, is the story of my heart.
DONATION ADDRESSES
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Eth 0x49f91818c5e07be40a2aa6f41ed0b5bf249ececb
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Last days i lost around 10k and i want drugs to get me out out of bed what you suggest.
Cocaine and meth have baf come downs im nore curuios to try opiods like norhpine and oxycodone what else you suggest?
Cocaine and meth have baf come downs im nore curuios to try opiods like norhpine and oxycodone what else you suggest?
Mistakes are not to be said at a young age, they will always make themselves known in the future.
If you have not recovered from drug addiction, then it is hopeless for you to ask for help. There are other treatment facilities for this.
Sorry, but no tears came out.
https://ninjastic.space/post/62721947
Hahhaha the thread you sent is also i opened.
is just trolling the scam thread of yahoo
https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=5430104.80
You are just a lowlife scumbag who litterally copied and pasted here this story
https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=5430104.0
Only thing you deserve is this story to become real for you.
Shame on you.
I can only confirm you are a liar of the worst kind.
https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=5430104.0
Only thing you deserve is this story to become real for you.
Shame on you.
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I have been communicating with a few on here that know my story. Jayce, condoras, hopenotlate, and a couple others can confirm this all to be true.
I can only confirm you are a liar of the worst kind.
Haha. maybe because is a troll post of a real scammer? dumb fuck.
I have been dealing with a lot in my life over the past 2 years. Honestly, I have been dealing with it a lot longer, but the last 2 years have been where it has gotten a little scarier than the rest.
Let me start with a little backstory. I don't want to get too deep into it, but 1996 I'm a 17-year-old high school kid trying to figure out this thing called life. My mother had been feeling ill and decided she needed to go get herself checked out at the hospital. Little did I know That was 1 of the last times I would see her. She went from getting checked out to being transported to a larger hospital a little over an hour away where they had the appropriate doctors to diagnose her condition. Long story short, she had heart failure along with an enlarged heart. A couple months later she was gone.....
Now fast forward to 2017.
I had made it to almost 40 years old and had started to make a name for myself here on the forum. I also started feeling a little different as far as health went. I had noticed my heart was always racing without anything to make that happen. Wasn't doing drugs, wasn't drinking heavily, nor was I abusing any pills. I decided to go get myself checked out. I was diagnosed with heart failure myself. At the time I had piss poor insurance and I feel like some doctors treat patients differently based on whether they do or do not have insurance and the type of insurance they have. If you're a rich person with great insurance or cash, you're gonna get the best treatment. If not, well I feel like you get shit on.
My Doctor at that time did the bare minimum. Ran as few tests as possible and made me feel that I wasn't worth his time. I went to my appointments like I should and took the medicines as prescribed but in the end, I decided he wasn't doing much to help. Eventually I just said screw it and stopped going. (not the smartest thing to do BTW)
Now let's fast forward to 2021.
In March of 2021 I had gone into the hospital because I could not breathe. I felt like I was drowning and gasping super hard for air. Somehow, I had dealt with that for 2 weeks until I decided I needed to go to the Emergency room, or I was gonna die. Within a half an hour of arriving there, they had taken x-rays and seen my heart was surrounded by water and they needed to get the water off my heart ASAP. I ended up being hospitalized for a week and given water pills and oxygen until I pissed out 9 liters of water. Needless to say, I was pretty close to death by being an idiot and not getting checked out sooner.
The good part of that stay in the hospital is I was given a new heart doctor. During my stay they had ran multiple tests, 1 of which was called a left heart catheter. That's where they open your wrist (sometimes groin) and send a scope through your artery into your heart and take a look around. You are completely awake for this test and it's weird as fuck. They got some more information about my condition and made some changes to my daily meds that doctor #1 prescribed years earlier.
My new doctor was leaving the hospital and passed me off to another doctor. He was not happy with all the tests that had been done to this point, so he ordered what is called a TEE Also known as a Transesophageal echocardiogram. This is basically an ultrasound of my heart. They shove a tube down your throat and take pictures of your heart. This test I was not awake for, but this test found an important factor in my case. It had found that I was born with a Bicuspid aortic valve. Most of the world is born with a Tricuspid valve. July of 2021 is when all this was found. I had been getting regular CT tests as well and they know that I had an aortic aneurysm that was likely caused due to the faulty valve I was born with.
By October of 2024 I was scheduled for open heart surgery. I don't think I've been more scared of anything in my life. It's not a small surgery by no means and definitely lots of things that can go wrong where a patient may not make it through. Not to mention 1 hell of a long recovery process.
They opened me up and cut out most of my aorta and replaced it with medical tubing. Along with cutting out the faulty valve and replacing it with a mechanical valve. I thought that this surgery was going to happen, and everything was going to be fine. I just had to wake up and focus on the healing process. Apparently, I was incorrect. I took the meds and tried rehabbing as best I could, but I always seemed to be tired.
My doctor had exhausted all that he knew to test and decided to send me to a heart specialist. While going through this specialists' tests multiple times, we had found that while in fact the first surgery did save my life, it did not fix all my issues. My heart had already been damaged to the point that it was not going to heal completely, and I was going to need a transplant.
So, for the past 6 months it seems like I have had anywhere from 1-3 appointments per week. Running test after test and getting vaccines. It's a very lengthy and costly process. Finally, after all this time I have jumped through enough hoops and have been listed on the heart transplant list at status 4. I just got the news Thursday. I also will be admitted into the hospital early January and be a status 2 recipient on the list. This means on average I will have a 2-4 week wait for my 2nd heart surgery.
Let's hope I survive this surgery, and everything is fine this time. I'm obviously going to have many obstacles to deal with at that time, but I'm optimistic that I'll be able to get through. Insurance covers some of the costs of the testing and medicines, but not gas, food, hotel rooms if overnight stays, or lost wages from my wife taking days off. I'm not asking for donations or anything, but I do have a bitcoin address in my profile if anyone wants to help out they can. I have been communicating with a few on here that know my story. Jayce, condoras, hopenotlate, and a couple others can confirm this all to be true.
Why post this you ask? The main reason is to show you that even though some of you think I am lucky and probably live a rich and lavish life, I am human and have everyday problems like all of you. If you'll notice, my issues are hereditary meaning passed on from my family. I urge all of you to get checked and get your kids checked. Whether it be mental health or physical health, it is very important to make sure you are in the best condition you can be in. Don't put it off, get tested ASAP. Not all issues will be obvious and can only be found through testing.
If this story helps 1 person I will feel it was worth it to share my story. I hope anyone who takes the time to read all of this will also take the time to make an appointment and get checked.
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Let me start with a little backstory. I don't want to get too deep into it, but 1996 I'm a 17-year-old high school kid trying to figure out this thing called life. My mother had been feeling ill and decided she needed to go get herself checked out at the hospital. Little did I know That was 1 of the last times I would see her. She went from getting checked out to being transported to a larger hospital a little over an hour away where they had the appropriate doctors to diagnose her condition. Long story short, she had heart failure along with an enlarged heart. A couple months later she was gone.....
Now fast forward to 2017.
I had made it to almost 40 years old and had started to make a name for myself here on the forum. I also started feeling a little different as far as health went. I had noticed my heart was always racing without anything to make that happen. Wasn't doing drugs, wasn't drinking heavily, nor was I abusing any pills. I decided to go get myself checked out. I was diagnosed with heart failure myself. At the time I had piss poor insurance and I feel like some doctors treat patients differently based on whether they do or do not have insurance and the type of insurance they have. If you're a rich person with great insurance or cash, you're gonna get the best treatment. If not, well I feel like you get shit on.
My Doctor at that time did the bare minimum. Ran as few tests as possible and made me feel that I wasn't worth his time. I went to my appointments like I should and took the medicines as prescribed but in the end, I decided he wasn't doing much to help. Eventually I just said screw it and stopped going. (not the smartest thing to do BTW)
Now let's fast forward to 2021.
In March of 2021 I had gone into the hospital because I could not breathe. I felt like I was drowning and gasping super hard for air. Somehow, I had dealt with that for 2 weeks until I decided I needed to go to the Emergency room, or I was gonna die. Within a half an hour of arriving there, they had taken x-rays and seen my heart was surrounded by water and they needed to get the water off my heart ASAP. I ended up being hospitalized for a week and given water pills and oxygen until I pissed out 9 liters of water. Needless to say, I was pretty close to death by being an idiot and not getting checked out sooner.
The good part of that stay in the hospital is I was given a new heart doctor. During my stay they had ran multiple tests, 1 of which was called a left heart catheter. That's where they open your wrist (sometimes groin) and send a scope through your artery into your heart and take a look around. You are completely awake for this test and it's weird as fuck. They got some more information about my condition and made some changes to my daily meds that doctor #1 prescribed years earlier.
My new doctor was leaving the hospital and passed me off to another doctor. He was not happy with all the tests that had been done to this point, so he ordered what is called a TEE Also known as a Transesophageal echocardiogram. This is basically an ultrasound of my heart. They shove a tube down your throat and take pictures of your heart. This test I was not awake for, but this test found an important factor in my case. It had found that I was born with a Bicuspid aortic valve. Most of the world is born with a Tricuspid valve. July of 2021 is when all this was found. I had been getting regular CT tests as well and they know that I had an aortic aneurysm that was likely caused due to the faulty valve I was born with.
By October of 2024 I was scheduled for open heart surgery. I don't think I've been more scared of anything in my life. It's not a small surgery by no means and definitely lots of things that can go wrong where a patient may not make it through. Not to mention 1 hell of a long recovery process.
They opened me up and cut out most of my aorta and replaced it with medical tubing. Along with cutting out the faulty valve and replacing it with a mechanical valve. I thought that this surgery was going to happen, and everything was going to be fine. I just had to wake up and focus on the healing process. Apparently, I was incorrect. I took the meds and tried rehabbing as best I could, but I always seemed to be tired.
My doctor had exhausted all that he knew to test and decided to send me to a heart specialist. While going through this specialists' tests multiple times, we had found that while in fact the first surgery did save my life, it did not fix all my issues. My heart had already been damaged to the point that it was not going to heal completely, and I was going to need a transplant.
So, for the past 6 months it seems like I have had anywhere from 1-3 appointments per week. Running test after test and getting vaccines. It's a very lengthy and costly process. Finally, after all this time I have jumped through enough hoops and have been listed on the heart transplant list at status 4. I just got the news Thursday. I also will be admitted into the hospital early January and be a status 2 recipient on the list. This means on average I will have a 2-4 week wait for my 2nd heart surgery.
Let's hope I survive this surgery, and everything is fine this time. I'm obviously going to have many obstacles to deal with at that time, but I'm optimistic that I'll be able to get through. Insurance covers some of the costs of the testing and medicines, but not gas, food, hotel rooms if overnight stays, or lost wages from my wife taking days off. I'm not asking for donations or anything, but I do have a bitcoin address in my profile if anyone wants to help out they can. I have been communicating with a few on here that know my story. Jayce, condoras, hopenotlate, and a couple others can confirm this all to be true.
Why post this you ask? The main reason is to show you that even though some of you think I am lucky and probably live a rich and lavish life, I am human and have everyday problems like all of you. If you'll notice, my issues are hereditary meaning passed on from my family. I urge all of you to get checked and get your kids checked. Whether it be mental health or physical health, it is very important to make sure you are in the best condition you can be in. Don't put it off, get tested ASAP. Not all issues will be obvious and can only be found through testing.
If this story helps 1 person I will feel it was worth it to share my story. I hope anyone who takes the time to read all of this will also take the time to make an appointment and get checked.
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I have been dealing with a lot in my life over the past 2 years. Honestly, I have been dealing with it a lot longer, but the last 2 years have been where it has gotten a little scarier than the rest.
Let me start with a little backstory. I don't want to get too deep into it, but 1996 I'm a 17-year-old high school kid trying to figure out this thing called life. My mother had been feeling ill and decided she needed to go get herself checked out at the hospital. Little did I know That was 1 of the last times I would see her. She went from getting checked out to being transported to a larger hospital a little over an hour away where they had the appropriate doctors to diagnose her condition. Long story short, she had heart failure along with an enlarged heart. A couple months later she was gone.....
Now fast forward to 2017.
I had made it to almost 40 years old and had started to make a name for myself here on the forum. I also started feeling a little different as far as health went. I had noticed my heart was always racing without anything to make that happen. Wasn't doing drugs, wasn't drinking heavily, nor was I abusing any pills. I decided to go get myself checked out. I was diagnosed with heart failure myself. At the time I had piss poor insurance and I feel like some doctors treat patients differently based on whether they do or do not have insurance and the type of insurance they have. If you're a rich person with great insurance or cash, you're gonna get the best treatment. If not, well I feel like you get shit on.
My Doctor at that time did the bare minimum. Ran as few tests as possible and made me feel that I wasn't worth his time. I went to my appointments like I should and took the medicines as prescribed but in the end, I decided he wasn't doing much to help. Eventually I just said screw it and stopped going. (not the smartest thing to do BTW)
Now let's fast forward to 2021.
In March of 2021 I had gone into the hospital because I could not breathe. I felt like I was drowning and gasping super hard for air. Somehow, I had dealt with that for 2 weeks until I decided I needed to go to the Emergency room, or I was gonna die. Within a half an hour of arriving there, they had taken x-rays and seen my heart was surrounded by water and they needed to get the water off my heart ASAP. I ended up being hospitalized for a week and given water pills and oxygen until I pissed out 9 liters of water. Needless to say, I was pretty close to death by being an idiot and not getting checked out sooner.
The good part of that stay in the hospital is I was given a new heart doctor. During my stay they had ran multiple tests, 1 of which was called a left heart catheter. That's where they open your wrist (sometimes groin) and send a scope through your artery into your heart and take a look around. You are completely awake for this test and it's weird as fuck. They got some more information about my condition and made some changes to my daily meds that doctor #1 prescribed years earlier.
My new doctor was leaving the hospital and passed me off to another doctor. He was not happy with all the tests that had been done to this point, so he ordered what is called a TEE Also known as a Transesophageal echocardiogram. This is basically an ultrasound of my heart. They shove a tube down your throat and take pictures of your heart. This test I was not awake for, but this test found an important factor in my case. It had found that I was born with a Bicuspid aortic valve. Most of the world is born with a Tricuspid valve. July of 2021 is when all this was found. I had been getting regular CT tests as well and they know that I had an aortic aneurysm that was likely caused due to the faulty valve I was born with.
By October of 2024 I was scheduled for open heart surgery. I don't think I've been more scared of anything in my life. It's not a small surgery by no means and definitely lots of things that can go wrong where a patient may not make it through. Not to mention 1 hell of a long recovery process.
They opened me up and cut out most of my aorta and replaced it with medical tubing. Along with cutting out the faulty valve and replacing it with a mechanical valve. I thought that this surgery was going to happen, and everything was going to be fine. I just had to wake up and focus on the healing process. Apparently, I was incorrect. I took the meds and tried rehabbing as best I could, but I always seemed to be tired.
My doctor had exhausted all that he knew to test and decided to send me to a heart specialist. While going through this specialists' tests multiple times, we had found that while in fact the first surgery did save my life, it did not fix all my issues. My heart had already been damaged to the point that it was not going to heal completely, and I was going to need a transplant.
So, for the past 6 months it seems like I have had anywhere from 1-3 appointments per week. Running test after test and getting vaccines. It's a very lengthy and costly process. Finally, after all this time I have jumped through enough hoops and have been listed on the heart transplant list at status 4. I just got the news Thursday. I also will be admitted into the hospital early January and be a status 2 recipient on the list. This means on average I will have a 2-4 week wait for my 2nd heart surgery.
Let's hope I survive this surgery, and everything is fine this time. I'm obviously going to have many obstacles to deal with at that time, but I'm optimistic that I'll be able to get through. Insurance covers some of the costs of the testing and medicines, but not gas, food, hotel rooms if overnight stays, or lost wages from my wife taking days off. I'm not asking for donations or anything, but I do have a bitcoin address in my profile if anyone wants to help out they can. I have been communicating with a few on here that know my story. Jayce, condoras, hopenotlate, and a couple others can confirm this all to be true.
Why post this you ask? The main reason is to show you that even though some of you think I am lucky and probably live a rich and lavish life, I am human and have everyday problems like all of you. If you'll notice, my issues are hereditary meaning passed on from my family. I urge all of you to get checked and get your kids checked. Whether it be mental health or physical health, it is very important to make sure you are in the best condition you can be in. Don't put it off, get tested ASAP. Not all issues will be obvious and can only be found through testing.
If this story helps 1 person I will feel it was worth it to share my story. I hope anyone who takes the time to read all of this will also take the time to make an appointment and get checked.
DONATION ADDRESSES
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Let me start with a little backstory. I don't want to get too deep into it, but 1996 I'm a 17-year-old high school kid trying to figure out this thing called life. My mother had been feeling ill and decided she needed to go get herself checked out at the hospital. Little did I know That was 1 of the last times I would see her. She went from getting checked out to being transported to a larger hospital a little over an hour away where they had the appropriate doctors to diagnose her condition. Long story short, she had heart failure along with an enlarged heart. A couple months later she was gone.....
Now fast forward to 2017.
I had made it to almost 40 years old and had started to make a name for myself here on the forum. I also started feeling a little different as far as health went. I had noticed my heart was always racing without anything to make that happen. Wasn't doing drugs, wasn't drinking heavily, nor was I abusing any pills. I decided to go get myself checked out. I was diagnosed with heart failure myself. At the time I had piss poor insurance and I feel like some doctors treat patients differently based on whether they do or do not have insurance and the type of insurance they have. If you're a rich person with great insurance or cash, you're gonna get the best treatment. If not, well I feel like you get shit on.
My Doctor at that time did the bare minimum. Ran as few tests as possible and made me feel that I wasn't worth his time. I went to my appointments like I should and took the medicines as prescribed but in the end, I decided he wasn't doing much to help. Eventually I just said screw it and stopped going. (not the smartest thing to do BTW)
Now let's fast forward to 2021.
In March of 2021 I had gone into the hospital because I could not breathe. I felt like I was drowning and gasping super hard for air. Somehow, I had dealt with that for 2 weeks until I decided I needed to go to the Emergency room, or I was gonna die. Within a half an hour of arriving there, they had taken x-rays and seen my heart was surrounded by water and they needed to get the water off my heart ASAP. I ended up being hospitalized for a week and given water pills and oxygen until I pissed out 9 liters of water. Needless to say, I was pretty close to death by being an idiot and not getting checked out sooner.
The good part of that stay in the hospital is I was given a new heart doctor. During my stay they had ran multiple tests, 1 of which was called a left heart catheter. That's where they open your wrist (sometimes groin) and send a scope through your artery into your heart and take a look around. You are completely awake for this test and it's weird as fuck. They got some more information about my condition and made some changes to my daily meds that doctor #1 prescribed years earlier.
My new doctor was leaving the hospital and passed me off to another doctor. He was not happy with all the tests that had been done to this point, so he ordered what is called a TEE Also known as a Transesophageal echocardiogram. This is basically an ultrasound of my heart. They shove a tube down your throat and take pictures of your heart. This test I was not awake for, but this test found an important factor in my case. It had found that I was born with a Bicuspid aortic valve. Most of the world is born with a Tricuspid valve. July of 2021 is when all this was found. I had been getting regular CT tests as well and they know that I had an aortic aneurysm that was likely caused due to the faulty valve I was born with.
By October of 2024 I was scheduled for open heart surgery. I don't think I've been more scared of anything in my life. It's not a small surgery by no means and definitely lots of things that can go wrong where a patient may not make it through. Not to mention 1 hell of a long recovery process.
They opened me up and cut out most of my aorta and replaced it with medical tubing. Along with cutting out the faulty valve and replacing it with a mechanical valve. I thought that this surgery was going to happen, and everything was going to be fine. I just had to wake up and focus on the healing process. Apparently, I was incorrect. I took the meds and tried rehabbing as best I could, but I always seemed to be tired.
My doctor had exhausted all that he knew to test and decided to send me to a heart specialist. While going through this specialists' tests multiple times, we had found that while in fact the first surgery did save my life, it did not fix all my issues. My heart had already been damaged to the point that it was not going to heal completely, and I was going to need a transplant.
So, for the past 6 months it seems like I have had anywhere from 1-3 appointments per week. Running test after test and getting vaccines. It's a very lengthy and costly process. Finally, after all this time I have jumped through enough hoops and have been listed on the heart transplant list at status 4. I just got the news Thursday. I also will be admitted into the hospital early January and be a status 2 recipient on the list. This means on average I will have a 2-4 week wait for my 2nd heart surgery.
Let's hope I survive this surgery, and everything is fine this time. I'm obviously going to have many obstacles to deal with at that time, but I'm optimistic that I'll be able to get through. Insurance covers some of the costs of the testing and medicines, but not gas, food, hotel rooms if overnight stays, or lost wages from my wife taking days off. I'm not asking for donations or anything, but I do have a bitcoin address in my profile if anyone wants to help out they can. I have been communicating with a few on here that know my story. Jayce, condoras, hopenotlate, and a couple others can confirm this all to be true.
Why post this you ask? The main reason is to show you that even though some of you think I am lucky and probably live a rich and lavish life, I am human and have everyday problems like all of you. If you'll notice, my issues are hereditary meaning passed on from my family. I urge all of you to get checked and get your kids checked. Whether it be mental health or physical health, it is very important to make sure you are in the best condition you can be in. Don't put it off, get tested ASAP. Not all issues will be obvious and can only be found through testing.
If this story helps 1 person I will feel it was worth it to share my story. I hope anyone who takes the time to read all of this will also take the time to make an appointment and get checked.
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