Chantal Sarault / Chantal Al-Refae / Foodie Beauty - Delusional drug fiend hamplanet mukbanger from Canada trying to be a glamorous online influencer. Pathological liar, huge bitch, narcissist, animal abuser

I absolutely remember her laughing about the not answering the door to the home care nurse sent to pack her back boil because her house was too messy, and another because she dared show up during the daytime when she and Peetz sleep. Imagine preferring to not get pus filled packing removed and replaced on your back, because you can’t be bothered getting out of bed to open your door.
It clearly shows that any worry that Chantal has on her health is only performative. The only thing that she seems to be worried about is having pain medication available, but not to treat the underlying cause of the pain. Anything health wise has to be not too inconvenient for her to follow.
 
DeathbyJen spent an entire year bed bound having rehab staff serve her every whim, all while being a complete bitch. Interesting that people like her, with diabetes, CHF, etc, are put in a “rehab” facility and not a damned hospice care place. You know they’re never getting any better. It’s just a slow, downward spiral to the end. IIRC, there were pictures of empty candy bags around her death-bed that Gin snuck in for her.
And Insurance companies must be shuffling these deathfats to the cheapest places they can find; they’re basically a bed with a built-in bed pan & a meal tray. They know it’s a lost cause— they have the data.

Clearly Chins is destined to repeat this arc, but do they have such facilities in Kuwait? Or does the open air desert count as one?
Don’t know if she’ll be healthy enough to ever re—re-return to Canada again.
 
DeathbyJen spent an entire year bed bound having rehab staff serve her every whim, all while being a complete bitch. Interesting that people like her, with diabetes, CHF, etc, are put in a “rehab” facility and not a damned hospice care place. You know they’re never getting any better. It’s just a slow, downward spiral to the end. IIRC, there were pictures of empty candy bags around her death-bed that Gin snuck in for her.
And Insurance companies must be shuffling these deathfats to the cheapest places they can find; they’re basically a bed with a built-in bed pan & a meal tray. They know it’s a lost cause— they have the data.

Clearly Chins is destined to repeat this arc, but do they have such facilities in Kuwait? Or does the open air desert count as one?
Don’t know if she’ll be healthy enough to ever re—re-return to Canada again.
I really don’t think that fatso has any insurance cover at all in any country she chooses to visit. For one no insurance would take her on with her health history and all of her self inflicted ailments, if they did the premiums would be astronomical and would probably cost her more a month than both her and shitlord earn.
One large paupers grave coming up.
I bet she cannot even afford all the medication she needs if she has to buy it in Kuwait, as she gets bigger ( yes she will ) her health will deteriorate even more with only the shit obsessed rapist there to tend to her needs and every whim.
Now wouldn’t that be karma.
 
I really don’t think that fatso has any insurance cover at all in any country she chooses to visit. For one no insurance would take her on with her health history and all of her self inflicted ailments, if they did the premiums would be astronomical and would probably cost her more a month than both her and shitlord earn.
One large paupers grave coming up.
I bet she cannot even afford all the medication she needs if she has to buy it in Kuwait, as she gets bigger ( yes she will ) her health will deteriorate even more with only the shit obsessed rapist there to tend to her needs and every whim.
Now wouldn’t that be karma.
No insurance, no death by Jen in a nursing home. Makes sense but my question is, as a non medfag, how much of these illnesses and diseases can she just mostly ignore with cheap bandaid pills? If she has CHF can that just be ignored until it slowly kills her? Her liver? Will she slowly turn yellow? Will her left side of her face keep slowly bulging until something pops? Her nail clubbing? Are all those signs hinting at the end of her body's tolerance for all she's done and now it's just going to get more obvious how sick she is and how little she cares? I've seen individuals drink themselves to death but they had healthcare so a lot of it was hidden. Will Chantal just get worse and worse, unable to go seek help and die in the fart box?

It seems like when she started talking about the next life she finally gave up her last fuck to give about what she was doing. If life can't have hubcaps of rice and cat shit meat then just kill her now is the only vibe (other than sheer rage) she gives off.
 
She’s going back to Kuwait because she can be a literal baby there. Salah, while a shithead, is more immediately available to wait on her trotter and hoof; Schmee certainly isn’t interested in doing so any longer. Having Prince Charmin at least a little available means a certain kind of security that someone will pay attention to her at a moment’s notice, and maybe even help her with the activities of daily living that she’s eaten herself out of being able to do. She’s so sick, so large, that she’s nearly in the same dependent state as an infant. And she’s got the impulse control to match.

While Canada gives Chantal a certain kind of freedom, that’s not what she really wants. She doesn’t want the freedom TO drive where she wants, see her family, Starbeeze, eat her favorite Canadian slop. She wants freedom FROM responsibility, decision making, and conscious thought. Having to desoyde what to do and even what to eat is almost too complex for her right now. She just wants to turn her brain off and consume, and have someone else take care of her and clean up the consequences of her own actions.

It must be a terminally lolcow thing to still want to be the minor child in a parent-child relationship, and to want to recreate that total dependence this late in life. ALR does it too, in wanting a mommy-girlfriend who will take care of her. It’s super fucked up that they’re willing to debase themselves in this manner and go full-on helpless to try to manipulate other people into caring about them, once they burn bridges with their own family through their own actions.
 
No insurance, no death by Jen in a nursing home. Makes sense but my question is, as a non medfag, how much of these illnesses and diseases can she just mostly ignore with cheap bandaid pills? If she has CHF can that just be ignored until it slowly kills her? Her liver? Will she slowly turn yellow? Will her left side of her face keep slowly bulging until something pops? Her nail clubbing? Are all those signs hinting at the end of her body's tolerance for all she's done and now it's just going to get more obvious how sick she is and how little she cares? I've seen individuals drink themselves to death but they had healthcare so a lot of it was hidden. Will Chantal just get worse and worse, unable to go seek help and die in the fart box?

It seems like when she started talking about the next life she finally gave up her last fuck to give about what she was doing. If life can't have hubcaps of rice and cat shit meat then just kill her now is the only vibe (other than sheer rage) she gives off.
Yes, she certainly can just ignore all the CHF, the liver issues, the bulging face issues, the nail clubbing, the diabetes and every other alarming symptom of impending death.

People like Chantal go to their graves all the time prematurely because their need to be unrestricted and unrestrained in any way, even if it kills them. I am speaking from both personal and professional experience.

She's really rubbing it in her beezer's faces!
She's showing us, guise!

Mental illness is a bitch.
 
I'm going to expect that Chantal will simply blow off her next visa run because she's unwilling or unable to unwedge herself from the seaside sewage station to take care of her legal obligations. "Let them find me," her dying toddler brain will declare, "At the very least I'll get a free flight home," because by then she will be sick (possibly dying) of the heat and Canada will seem like the best thing ever again. There will not be a huge amount of official action to deport her, despite as many weens as possible tipping off the Kuwaiti government, and Chantal will stay in place long enough to die, possibly months after Salah abandons her for good if the money dries up sufficiently.
 
It clearly shows that any worry that Chantal has on her health is only performative. The only thing that she seems to be worried about is having pain medication available, but not to treat the underlying cause of the pain. Anything health wise has to be not too inconvenient for her to follow.
Oh, I do believe she's worried about her health. I think she's actually terrified by some of the things that are happening to her as her body breaks down—things she won't dare mention on camera. I think she's far more scared than she lets on. She's got to have entire grand palaces of denial built up around herself to cope, but reality keeps having a bad habit of intruding, and the walls constantly need to be shored up.

To mitigate any of it would require her to not only stop eating so fucking much, but to do what other people tell her to do—and no matter how scared she is, she's incapable of doing that.

So she's going to die, because she's incapable of saving herself, and because anybody who tries to help her will only get rejected, ignored, told they're wrong, and treated like shit. I'm sure that no matter how much she tries to deny it she knows damned well she's going to die, and is terrified of both death itself, and of what will happen to her on her way to it. But she can't stop doing the things that are killing her, and can't accept help to stop.

People have always complained that Chantal never seems to experience any real consequences for her self-destructive and anti-social behavior; I've commented on her cockroach luck, myself. But she most definitely is experiencing the natural consequences of all of her decisions these days, and they're growing increasingly hellish and terrifying, and what she allows us to know about is only a fraction of it. Guaran-goddamn-tee it. Because to admit to us what's really happening to her would be to admit it to herself, as well, and she can't do that.

DeathbyJen spent an entire year bed bound having rehab staff serve her every whim, all while being a complete bitch. Interesting that people like her, with diabetes, CHF, etc, are put in a “rehab” facility and not a damned hospice care place.
My (admittedly limited) experience with hospice is that the patient (or their legally designated medical decision-maker) has to consent to entering hospice care. If they don't want to go into hospice (because to do so would be an admission they are dying), they can't be made to—even if that means dying in a really protracted, painful way.

I knew one Narcissist who had to be talked into hospice care by his family when he was obviously dying of cancer. He'd been told by doctors for months to get his affairs in order, because his prognosis was so poor, but he didn't. He kept insisting, "I'm going to beat this thing," and anybody who suggested otherwise was just being negative. Finally, when the pain was getting unendurable, someone thought to play along with his NPD delusions, and suggest he use hospice because they were better able to provide pain management, and that he could always leave it when he got better. That did the trick. But he had to be in absolute agony before he was receptive to it, and he still, right up unti the hours before he slipped into a coma and died, kept insisting he was going to "beat this thing."

It was crazy. But never underestimate how much denial of their own impending demise a Narc can put up, or how hard they'll fight to insist it's not happening.
 
I had to make the very difficult decision this morning to put my loved one into hospice for his final remaining weeks. The social worker asked three times for my consent so yeah, I guess they’re anal about that.

I’ve heard nothing but wonderful things about hospice but I can’t ever see Chantal consenting to that. She’d assume it means giving up an illusion of control I really don’t think she’d have by then anyway.
 
I had to make the very difficult decision this morning to put my loved one into hospice for his final remaining weeks. The social worker asked three times for my consent so yeah, I guess they’re anal about that.

I’ve heard nothing but wonderful things about hospice but I can’t ever see Chantal consenting to that. She’d assume it means giving up an illusion of control I really don’t think she’d have by then anyway.
I’m sorry to hear this.
Rest assured that hospice workers are the closest thing the earth has to angels.
 
I’m sorry to hear this.
Rest assured that hospice workers are the closest thing the earth has to angels.
I believe it. We’ve been stuck in emerg for 48* hours waiting for a ward bed for now and I’m in awe of all the staff. From the doctors to cleaners, they are busting their asses with impossible patient loads and everyone is patient and kind.

Hospice pace will be a relief.

Chantal would be smart to get her ass back to Canada while she can still fly. She’s inevitably hospice bound, if she’s smart and, (to my shock), it’s completely covered under our tax payer funded health program.

I just can’t see her making that smart a call.
 
I had to make the very difficult decision this morning to put my loved one into hospice for his final remaining weeks. The social worker asked three times for my consent so yeah, I guess they’re anal about that.

I’ve heard nothing but wonderful things about hospice but I can’t ever see Chantal consenting to that. She’d assume it means giving up an illusion of control I really don’t think she’d have by then anyway.
My sincere condolences @DefCon Dumb. You’ve been an absolute pillar of loving strength and support for your loved one and an excellent example to us all. Giant hug for you. ❤️
 
I had to make the very difficult decision this morning to put my loved one into hospice for his final remaining weeks. The social worker asked three times for my consent so yeah, I guess they’re anal about that.

I’ve heard nothing but wonderful things about hospice but I can’t ever see Chantal consenting to that. She’d assume it means giving up an illusion of control I really don’t think she’d have by then anyway.
Very sorry to hear this. Been there myself.

For Chantal, she has said many times that certain foods are worth dying for. And that was when we could consider her fairly healthy v. now.
I don’t think much has changed except she knows her body is failing. She can try to hide it, but we have eyes.
If she can die eating what she loves, that’s all she hopes for.

Unfortunately, she could suffer a stroke or heart attack that comes without warning. Any medical episode can happen at any moment & not necessarily wait until she has pizza in front of her.

Not sure why she thinks it will be better to die in Kuwait. But that’s always been her problem, not thinking.
 
"Let them find me," her dying toddler brain will declare, "At the very least I'll get a free flight home,"
There’s no “free flight” for deportees, just prison until their ticket plus any overstay fines they accrue are paid for.

Smart traveller has Kuwait listed as “exercise a high degree of caution” due to increased risks of terrorism. Still we should all ignore government advisories because Gunt knows better, and she says Kuwait is so much better than the western world. Her risk is possibly lower because she doesn’t go out in public much, no mosques, no crowded malls, no busy public restaurants, and definitely no touristy events. For her it’s just isolation or camels in the desert for company.
 
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