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I'm thinking the kid had some kind of electronic device in there with him?
Poor little bugger.
One day you're busy lining your blocks into a train and the next you're blowing up in a pressurized chamber...
Community Munchausen's by Internet (Malingerers, Munchies, Spoonies, etc) - Feigning Illnesses for Attention
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Poor little bugger.
One day you're busy lining your blocks into a train and the next you're blowing up in a pressurized chamber...
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Buses in the UK have some contraption by which the entry way can be lowered into a ramp. There is wheelchair space on them.
If you book that you need assistance for a train journey, you will have staff help you on and be ready with a ramp at the other end.
The issue with our public transport accessibility is its unreliable as fuck and expensive, which is an equal opportunities form of inaccessibility.
The london tube is a notable exception. Due to their age, many stations can't really be made accessible. I consider wanting to live in London an intellectual disability so if that's where she is, I guess she gets my pity for that, and that only.
If she grifts hard enough she can get a free car paid for by PIP. Unlike us plebs that have to pay for our own vehicles.
People with even minor disabilities, such as mild cerebral palsy that makes them walk slightly spastically, can get the council to pay for taxis to and from work. I know someone who does this despite being perfectly able to cycle to and from his place of work.
Based on the above paragraph, transportation could be argued to be more accessible to disabled Brits than the people paying the taxes that pay for their accommodations. Which I'm happy for if it keeps them in work and living meaningful lives but Eliza can fuck off with her Bank of Mum and Dad, as can the person mentioned above.
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Well dianna is up "for the first time in 2 years". Spry and no muscle atrophy. Miracle. I get out of bed slower after a weekend binge and she's not grabbing anything for stability, or wobbling, or falling back on the bed cause she hasnt used her legs in two years? Ok. Munchie larp confirmed.
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She already has the free car. Not sure why she chimps about public transport when she has the alternatives anyways.
Edit: proof
(You didn’t miss anything me not capturing the whole video she does a load of cringe skits about ableism!!!!)
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lol yeah I've directed a very similar rant at Shelby/Julian, who moved to Phildelphia from Suburban Florida, where there is no public transit at all, and bitches that the transit isn't accessible. Nearly all the rapid transit, all the bus and trackless trolley lines, and many of the commuter train stations are now accessible and you don't even have to call ahead for train service. They'll just get off and put the ramp down for you. Even the fucking heritage rolling stock tracked streetcars where she lives are fucking ADA compliant. They're from the 1940s or some shit but they widened the doors and added a lift in the 2000s. The big exception is Regional Rail, a lot of stations are below grade and you have to go down a set of stairs to disembark but I doubt she's a heavy user of that service. It's commuter trains to/from the suburbs. My favorite was to highlight the injustice she showed a narrow, very steep subway station ramp next to her power chair with a helpless look on her face like "how will I ever get down this terrible ramp?" Girl that's for rolling your bike down the stairs, the elevator's over yonder.
Or maybe the fact that after whining about all this she'd pose with the stairs in her loft apartment in her inaccessible building.
She just wanted her followers to pay for her van to be fixed after a junkie smashed her window.
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I'm going to try to get the next part of Tilly up today. Just been swamped at work and decided I'd rather spend my time off doing anything but stare at a different screen.
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Oh, I'll get my snacks ready in case you make it.
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Tuberculosis Tilly Rose aka Kate Louise Tuohy part 4. In part 3, our heroine spent a year seeing specialists and undergoing expensive testing only to have everything come back negative. She complained of near-constant symptoms that mysteriously vanished when there was a fun trip or cocktails to be had. Her whole exome sequencing showed her DNA is just as tepid as her personality and she shamefully still doesn't have porphyria. She has now reached the end of the line where the NHS has realized she is absolutely full of shit. We ended with her announcing she'll be going to Germany to be investigated for MALS.
And here we conclude the "Tilly tempts fate with many radical unproven vascular surgeries she doesn't need for problems she doesn't have" era. Surely this time they've solved her problems and she will be all health and vigor from here on out.
Tune in next time when Tilly asks the question on everyone's mind: "Is it porphyria yet?"
Two days after the post announcing the Germany trip, she announces she needs an urgent surgery. She can't tell us what it is but it's not MALS. She'll be in the ICU. Two weeks later, proof of slice n' dice but she still can't say what it is because she hasn't written those ~chapters~ yet. Oooh looking for a way to spin that her lifetime of opiate and laxative abuse made her bowel die? Trying to make an appendectomy seem rare and special?
She wasted 10 blood donor's donations for whatever this self-induced issue was.
And we're back to chapters to say that if she has these compression syndromes that are almost always incidental findings that are doing absolutely nothing then she also has EDS and by extension POTS, GP, and MCAS because of the imaginary connection between all these problems. it's also why alcohol makes her feel good! Lmao I love this girl so much.
276: Mummy contacts this miracle worker in Germany, who has a magic machine that can find compressions so slight there is no chance they are causing any symptoms anywhere.
Straight away someone comes in clutch with a name: Dr. Scholbach. A quick search brings up Dr. Thomas Scholbach, Leipzig, who specializes in compression syndromes and has a cult of anorexic women and munchausen mummies singing his praises. He really believes them, guys!!
And this one person who says these compression syndromes are a scam that don't require surgery. I like you, this one person. We'll see more comments from this reddit thread as the days go by because it's funnier this way.
277: Of course he has an urgent slot for our special little Tilly.
278: and he wants to know everything about ALL her symptoms she's been fabricating and obsessing about for years. Tilly is elated! Hey the reason your face changes is you're taking some of these right after waking up. Likely after drinking heavily and now your kidneys are ready to commit suicide from processing it.
279: i love how this woman who has gone on half a dozen vacations this year just for fun or to attend a wedding and climb a mountain while she's there acts like she's too sick to travel and the fact that she's flying to Germany implies just how desperate she is for a cure. Reminder that a few months ago she flew to Spain for a party.
280: they arrive in Germany. Tilly worries this scan that is positive for everyone who has the money to pay for it won't be for her. Mummy assures Tilly she'll always keep finding a new disease doctors haven't ruled out.
But first she needs to take a break from dragging out telling her audience what the fuck surgery she got because in current day they're trying to take her IV pain meds away. Welcome to withdrawal. Enjoy your stay. She barely has the energy to celebrate that she scored herself a christmas hospital stay.
Skipping the fluff we're now at 283 in our increasingly long memoir composed entirely of tweets, i guess: Before she even has the scan this man of medicine knows her problem. An old CT has revealed a compression of her renal vein only he can see and he tells her it's making blood back up into her spine. Metal.
It's not that she's happy she's sick and needs surgery, of course. Just that she's happy to be diagnosed after 20 years!
284; lmao this dude is just making shit up. He says her kidney droops 10cms when she stands up and is folding over onto itself and dragging her liver down with it, all because of this vein compression.
He said the same thing to this woman. Her daughter's kidney droops when she stands up. Very unique, Tilly, almost like he says the same bullshit to every girl who darkens his doorway.
285: But he can't prove it's making blood back up into her spine no matter how hard he tries. Maybe if she eats something? So she struggles and nibbles on a tiny bit of bread and cheese.
286: We go back to him searching. He still can't find shit. She goes into excuse mode pointing out all the other times she was told she didn't have some rare disease she swears she has. Has he found it?!
(I love the "audience" pointing out how she's very excessively milking this story and not a very good writer. The cheese and bread have been lost in a sloppy timeline and everyone already knows he found what he was looking for and carved her up, so the back-to-back-to-back cliffhangers are just pointless and obnoxious.)
287: He's found the leaky spine vein and it's not where it should be because Tilly is so unique and special (or it doesn't exist and all this dramatic searching was him playing into her narcissism until he arbitrarily pointed at a spot on the scan and shouted Eureka!) He also makes the breakthrough discovery that her jugulars are both compressed. That's why she's kind of puffy and headachy in the morning, not her drinking and drug habit, and this, too, is somehow caused by her compressed renal vein.
288: this explains ALL her symptoms! You know, the addison's disease, the tuberculosis, all just a renal vein compression that only this guy in Germany could find. 289: And now she needs urgent surgery in Dusseldorf, an exorbitantly expensive affair paid for entirely out of pocket.
290: this charlatan sure knows how to play these girls. He has a special gong that only the rarest and most special of his cases where he can explain ALL their symptoms get to bang, she explains, having just told us that every single patient who included a photo from their appointment was banging the gong in it. She's so fucking dumb. 291: Wahoo!!! I have a potentially deadly disease that could paralyze me and need extremely expensive risky surgery that could very easily kill me!! Time to celebrate!!!
290 again: Munchausen Mummy is so thrilled about this upcoming surgery she tells the taxi driver all about Tilly's health. I would fucking evaporate if my mom told my medical issues to complete strangers.
291: She's so excited she treats herself to a little extra ambien and morphine. The handfuls of antihistamines, opiates, and sleeping pills on top of the booze are unrelated to why she feels like shit in the morning. it's all that darn renal vein cutting off blood supply to her brain while she sleeps. On second thought, can we really rule that out?
292. As the center of the known universe, Tilly sees signs all over. I don't really know how many of them have been preserved in these screenshots because I've been ignoring it but a flower embroidered on a nurse's uniform, a child's coloring page with a zebra, a corporate catchphrase, an inspirational quote on a cocktail napkin, she interprets as signs that hold some great meaning for her life in specific. In this case it's a not-even-creative airport terminal sign. And since her family loves to talk about her health to any stranger ever the captain of the airplane gives her the full cancer kid treatment she feels she deserves.
I again have to laugh that her real life friends and family are using her "posh" nom de plume for this shit, as if they know her entire life is for social media attention and to properly play their role they must ensure no one ever gives her shameful plain jane real name.
294: LMAO when she was in the hospital in London she was in that private room, the one she said was like a hotel, right? And she was there on an endocrinology complaint under "Doctor X," trying to figure out why her body wasn't responding to the steroids. Then under observation it turned out she responds just fine to steroids, she just wasn't taking them, so they started tapering her off the insane doses she had been claiming she was needing and discharged her from endocrinology. Then there was a gap she didn't want to talk about and suddenly she was in an acute general ward under constant observation and no one knew what to do with her? We've now learned that she ended up in the acute ward because she was septic and that was where they stepped her down to after ICU. And that when she went back to "Doctor X" a year after that hospitalization he told her to stop trying to get a diagnosis. She left out the part where at the end of that hospitalization, right before she got discharged after the hours of spasms, he straight up said to her face that it was all bullshit. 295: Of course, this surgeon in Dusseldorf knows better and he's going to prove it by slicing her open. Place your bets on whether she gets better after this!
She wasted 10 blood donor's donations for whatever this self-induced issue was.
And we're back to chapters to say that if she has these compression syndromes that are almost always incidental findings that are doing absolutely nothing then she also has EDS and by extension POTS, GP, and MCAS because of the imaginary connection between all these problems. it's also why alcohol makes her feel good! Lmao I love this girl so much.
276: Mummy contacts this miracle worker in Germany, who has a magic machine that can find compressions so slight there is no chance they are causing any symptoms anywhere.
Straight away someone comes in clutch with a name: Dr. Scholbach. A quick search brings up Dr. Thomas Scholbach, Leipzig, who specializes in compression syndromes and has a cult of anorexic women and munchausen mummies singing his praises. He really believes them, guys!!
And this one person who says these compression syndromes are a scam that don't require surgery. I like you, this one person. We'll see more comments from this reddit thread as the days go by because it's funnier this way.
277: Of course he has an urgent slot for our special little Tilly.
278: and he wants to know everything about ALL her symptoms she's been fabricating and obsessing about for years. Tilly is elated! Hey the reason your face changes is you're taking some of these right after waking up. Likely after drinking heavily and now your kidneys are ready to commit suicide from processing it.
279: i love how this woman who has gone on half a dozen vacations this year just for fun or to attend a wedding and climb a mountain while she's there acts like she's too sick to travel and the fact that she's flying to Germany implies just how desperate she is for a cure. Reminder that a few months ago she flew to Spain for a party.
280: they arrive in Germany. Tilly worries this scan that is positive for everyone who has the money to pay for it won't be for her. Mummy assures Tilly she'll always keep finding a new disease doctors haven't ruled out.
But first she needs to take a break from dragging out telling her audience what the fuck surgery she got because in current day they're trying to take her IV pain meds away. Welcome to withdrawal. Enjoy your stay. She barely has the energy to celebrate that she scored herself a christmas hospital stay.
Skipping the fluff we're now at 283 in our increasingly long memoir composed entirely of tweets, i guess: Before she even has the scan this man of medicine knows her problem. An old CT has revealed a compression of her renal vein only he can see and he tells her it's making blood back up into her spine. Metal.
It's not that she's happy she's sick and needs surgery, of course. Just that she's happy to be diagnosed after 20 years!
284; lmao this dude is just making shit up. He says her kidney droops 10cms when she stands up and is folding over onto itself and dragging her liver down with it, all because of this vein compression.
He said the same thing to this woman. Her daughter's kidney droops when she stands up. Very unique, Tilly, almost like he says the same bullshit to every girl who darkens his doorway.
285: But he can't prove it's making blood back up into her spine no matter how hard he tries. Maybe if she eats something? So she struggles and nibbles on a tiny bit of bread and cheese.
286: We go back to him searching. He still can't find shit. She goes into excuse mode pointing out all the other times she was told she didn't have some rare disease she swears she has. Has he found it?!
(I love the "audience" pointing out how she's very excessively milking this story and not a very good writer. The cheese and bread have been lost in a sloppy timeline and everyone already knows he found what he was looking for and carved her up, so the back-to-back-to-back cliffhangers are just pointless and obnoxious.)
287: He's found the leaky spine vein and it's not where it should be because Tilly is so unique and special (or it doesn't exist and all this dramatic searching was him playing into her narcissism until he arbitrarily pointed at a spot on the scan and shouted Eureka!) He also makes the breakthrough discovery that her jugulars are both compressed. That's why she's kind of puffy and headachy in the morning, not her drinking and drug habit, and this, too, is somehow caused by her compressed renal vein.
288: this explains ALL her symptoms! You know, the addison's disease, the tuberculosis, all just a renal vein compression that only this guy in Germany could find. 289: And now she needs urgent surgery in Dusseldorf, an exorbitantly expensive affair paid for entirely out of pocket.
290: this charlatan sure knows how to play these girls. He has a special gong that only the rarest and most special of his cases where he can explain ALL their symptoms get to bang, she explains, having just told us that every single patient who included a photo from their appointment was banging the gong in it. She's so fucking dumb. 291: Wahoo!!! I have a potentially deadly disease that could paralyze me and need extremely expensive risky surgery that could very easily kill me!! Time to celebrate!!!
290 again: Munchausen Mummy is so thrilled about this upcoming surgery she tells the taxi driver all about Tilly's health. I would fucking evaporate if my mom told my medical issues to complete strangers.
291: She's so excited she treats herself to a little extra ambien and morphine. The handfuls of antihistamines, opiates, and sleeping pills on top of the booze are unrelated to why she feels like shit in the morning. it's all that darn renal vein cutting off blood supply to her brain while she sleeps. On second thought, can we really rule that out?
292. As the center of the known universe, Tilly sees signs all over. I don't really know how many of them have been preserved in these screenshots because I've been ignoring it but a flower embroidered on a nurse's uniform, a child's coloring page with a zebra, a corporate catchphrase, an inspirational quote on a cocktail napkin, she interprets as signs that hold some great meaning for her life in specific. In this case it's a not-even-creative airport terminal sign. And since her family loves to talk about her health to any stranger ever the captain of the airplane gives her the full cancer kid treatment she feels she deserves.
I again have to laugh that her real life friends and family are using her "posh" nom de plume for this shit, as if they know her entire life is for social media attention and to properly play their role they must ensure no one ever gives her shameful plain jane real name.
294: LMAO when she was in the hospital in London she was in that private room, the one she said was like a hotel, right? And she was there on an endocrinology complaint under "Doctor X," trying to figure out why her body wasn't responding to the steroids. Then under observation it turned out she responds just fine to steroids, she just wasn't taking them, so they started tapering her off the insane doses she had been claiming she was needing and discharged her from endocrinology. Then there was a gap she didn't want to talk about and suddenly she was in an acute general ward under constant observation and no one knew what to do with her? We've now learned that she ended up in the acute ward because she was septic and that was where they stepped her down to after ICU. And that when she went back to "Doctor X" a year after that hospitalization he told her to stop trying to get a diagnosis. She left out the part where at the end of that hospitalization, right before she got discharged after the hours of spasms, he straight up said to her face that it was all bullshit. 295: Of course, this surgeon in Dusseldorf knows better and he's going to prove it by slicing her open. Place your bets on whether she gets better after this!
296: and what exactly is this surgery? Oh you know, nothing major. Just cutting her from gills to groin, scooping all her organs out, building her a new vein and transplanting her own kidney back into her body, and she probably won't see any results from this for a year at least because it won't actually open the compressed veins for a while.
297; And yes he is saying this is why she has Addisons disease and once they free that wandering kidney with its compressed vein her adrenals will go back to normal function, no more pretending to take steroids but not actually taking them because that's fat. I especially don't think she's taking the oral doses she swears she's on if only because she says her mom just pops the tablets in her mouth during her "crises". I don't know if you guys have ever been on 'roids but they taste like that bitter stuff they use to keep babies from sucking their thumbs. I'm sure in a life-or-death situation you can force one down without water but they're so bitter that even a half second of contact with your tongue washed down with a whole glass of orange juice is revolting. She complains endlessly of every discomfort and inconvenience but never mentions this extremely well known attribute.
298: "twenty years with absolutely fuck all happening" except a hernia repair, a bowel resection, getting treated for tuberculosis twice, near-weekly ambulance rides for months for supposed adrenal crises, extremely high doses of steroids through a steroid pump, a continuous glucose monitor, months spent hospitalized, whole exome sequencing, muscle biopsies, and every other test, scan, and specialist the NHS has to offer, none of which you had to pay for you ungrateful little fuckstain. 299: Oh and she's been tagging EDS and heavily implying she has it without ever coming out and saying it was formally diagnosed.
Just a reminder that it is now February 2024 in actual calendar days and she is still milking the shit out a surgery she had in November 2023. Skip a few where she's just talking about her wonderful enabling family again, 303: he warns her she might die from this surgery and uses the analogy that at the airport they don't have to warn you that the plane could crash because it most likely won't. You guys ever been on a plane? Because I was on one like two days ago and I sure did get the "this plane might crash, here is where to find a stylish yellow vest with beacon so your corpse will be festive" spiel.
We have finally made it to the fucking surgery. She gets a surfentanyl epidural for over a week while she recovers but it doesn't work on her right side and she is feeling real pain for probably the first time in years.
308: and then she kept leaking. 309; And they don't know why. They declare her critical.
310 so they just sew her back together the way they think might work, bedside with no anesthesia. Just for the record it takes her three more posts after this to not even finish this story but just reiterate that they would have to wait and see if it worked or if she needed another surgery. She is beating this story into the ground. In this timeline I'm writing you can kind of lose track of just how ridiculous it is because I'm scrolling through one after another but she has taken three months to slowly get this story out. People reading along hoping she was going to report she made a full recovery and all her symptoms disappeared were having to wait days for her latest "chapter" only to have it be a conversation that probably never happened dissecting the events that she already went over in the last one.
315: A book deal for her munchie tell-all, coming soon to a KFS's bookshelf near you. There is a good chance I'll do a @blue gopher snakes-style Manhunt thread read of it when I finally get my hands on it because I am a fucking masochist.
316: the original surgery. 317: and the eye-watering amount of laxatives she's still taking because her tttuuummmyyyyy won't work. 318: But this surgery fixed that too. It wasn't opiate constipation and laxative dependency at all! it was just her silly intestine getting trapped between her wandering kidney and the vein that is bullying her jugulars.
317 again. please for the love of god stop with the chapter numbering. How are you too retarded to count? Detailing how she was losing soooo much weight on hundreds of milligrams of steroids at home without supervision but mysteriously blew up like a tick on an old dog on a smaller dose under observation. It makes no sense! 318; of course that was not steroid swelling, it was swelling from the blood leaking into her spine. She's just so bad at this. Of course this symptom that is known to happen with high dose steroids and only happened this one time when she was being given high dose steroids under medical observation had nothing to do with the high dose steroids. It's certainly not proof she was lying about taking them at home because she doesn't want to get fat.
319 the only other time it happened was right after the surgery to fix that problem when they had her on a 200 mg per day steroid drip she did not get a say in. A true mystery for the ages.
322 She didn't sleep for seven days because of this, despite being on every pain medication and sleep drug available to humanity
323: wherein we learn tilly makes her family wash her feet for her. Very Biblical, thank you. This is mummy and auntie's tragic backstory, where they were neglected and abused by every adult entrusted to care for them and had to grow up fast and take on caretaker roles themselves, primed them to be Tilly's live-in servants. Mummy's "celiac' remains psychosomatic until proven otherwise. 324: Tilly enjoys making sure Auntie abandons her own family to care for Tilly instead. She keeps these women loyal through sleep deprivation and constant demands for labor, like Jim Jones.
325: Another version of the London hospital story and how they started off believing her and wanting to find the source of her problems. She recalls the time she had one of her "attacks" in front of a doctor who wept at her bedside. 326: But six weeks later they were over her shit. Her mom kept demanding tests for rare diseases they knew she didn't have and couldn't justify the expense of. She thinks they're not treating her symptoms without a diagnosis. By this point the doctors have to be assuming it's FND or fake and either way playing into treating the symptoms is keeping her "sick." 327: instead they refer her to psych. She claims the hospital has been fixated on porphyria but no, that was you and Mummy, they just went along with it until it was obvious you guys were going to keep trying to force it to be the answer. But then she got the REAL diagnosis that is surely going to fix everything.
Comments are as expected: go after the doctors, name and shame, report them, punish them for not believing you, ruin their reputations.
328: Her epidural has to come out, but thank god she's at a good hospital where if she demands pain medication they always give it. "It's like a heroin addict going through withdrawal" which yes, normally that is literally exactly what it is. But she brags about how she can just keep claiming she's in more pain and they'll just keep bringing her stronger drugs and higher doses so any withdrawal symptoms she has are quickly solved. i like this line about how psychologically that is a great help to her recovery because she knows she'll always be offered something. Wow kid spell it out for me.
329-30 are her talking about being discharged "home" to the airbnb they're staying at in Germany with a sack of painkillers.
331: Reminder of the foot washing. We did it guys! Her life will be better now! Surely there's not going to be any additional medical drama and they can all move on with their lives.
Ahh, and this is when I jumped on Tilly's magical medical mystery tour. @Thomas Eugene Paris DMed me saying to check her out if I wanted a laugh, and this was the most recent post she had made at that time. Memories light the corners of my mind.
297; And yes he is saying this is why she has Addisons disease and once they free that wandering kidney with its compressed vein her adrenals will go back to normal function, no more pretending to take steroids but not actually taking them because that's fat. I especially don't think she's taking the oral doses she swears she's on if only because she says her mom just pops the tablets in her mouth during her "crises". I don't know if you guys have ever been on 'roids but they taste like that bitter stuff they use to keep babies from sucking their thumbs. I'm sure in a life-or-death situation you can force one down without water but they're so bitter that even a half second of contact with your tongue washed down with a whole glass of orange juice is revolting. She complains endlessly of every discomfort and inconvenience but never mentions this extremely well known attribute.
298: "twenty years with absolutely fuck all happening" except a hernia repair, a bowel resection, getting treated for tuberculosis twice, near-weekly ambulance rides for months for supposed adrenal crises, extremely high doses of steroids through a steroid pump, a continuous glucose monitor, months spent hospitalized, whole exome sequencing, muscle biopsies, and every other test, scan, and specialist the NHS has to offer, none of which you had to pay for you ungrateful little fuckstain. 299: Oh and she's been tagging EDS and heavily implying she has it without ever coming out and saying it was formally diagnosed.
Just a reminder that it is now February 2024 in actual calendar days and she is still milking the shit out a surgery she had in November 2023. Skip a few where she's just talking about her wonderful enabling family again, 303: he warns her she might die from this surgery and uses the analogy that at the airport they don't have to warn you that the plane could crash because it most likely won't. You guys ever been on a plane? Because I was on one like two days ago and I sure did get the "this plane might crash, here is where to find a stylish yellow vest with beacon so your corpse will be festive" spiel.
We have finally made it to the fucking surgery. She gets a surfentanyl epidural for over a week while she recovers but it doesn't work on her right side and she is feeling real pain for probably the first time in years.
308: and then she kept leaking. 309; And they don't know why. They declare her critical.
310 so they just sew her back together the way they think might work, bedside with no anesthesia. Just for the record it takes her three more posts after this to not even finish this story but just reiterate that they would have to wait and see if it worked or if she needed another surgery. She is beating this story into the ground. In this timeline I'm writing you can kind of lose track of just how ridiculous it is because I'm scrolling through one after another but she has taken three months to slowly get this story out. People reading along hoping she was going to report she made a full recovery and all her symptoms disappeared were having to wait days for her latest "chapter" only to have it be a conversation that probably never happened dissecting the events that she already went over in the last one.
315: A book deal for her munchie tell-all, coming soon to a KFS's bookshelf near you. There is a good chance I'll do a @blue gopher snakes-style Manhunt thread read of it when I finally get my hands on it because I am a fucking masochist.
316: the original surgery. 317: and the eye-watering amount of laxatives she's still taking because her tttuuummmyyyyy won't work. 318: But this surgery fixed that too. It wasn't opiate constipation and laxative dependency at all! it was just her silly intestine getting trapped between her wandering kidney and the vein that is bullying her jugulars.
317 again. please for the love of god stop with the chapter numbering. How are you too retarded to count? Detailing how she was losing soooo much weight on hundreds of milligrams of steroids at home without supervision but mysteriously blew up like a tick on an old dog on a smaller dose under observation. It makes no sense! 318; of course that was not steroid swelling, it was swelling from the blood leaking into her spine. She's just so bad at this. Of course this symptom that is known to happen with high dose steroids and only happened this one time when she was being given high dose steroids under medical observation had nothing to do with the high dose steroids. It's certainly not proof she was lying about taking them at home because she doesn't want to get fat.
319 the only other time it happened was right after the surgery to fix that problem when they had her on a 200 mg per day steroid drip she did not get a say in. A true mystery for the ages.
322 She didn't sleep for seven days because of this, despite being on every pain medication and sleep drug available to humanity
323: wherein we learn tilly makes her family wash her feet for her. Very Biblical, thank you. This is mummy and auntie's tragic backstory, where they were neglected and abused by every adult entrusted to care for them and had to grow up fast and take on caretaker roles themselves, primed them to be Tilly's live-in servants. Mummy's "celiac' remains psychosomatic until proven otherwise. 324: Tilly enjoys making sure Auntie abandons her own family to care for Tilly instead. She keeps these women loyal through sleep deprivation and constant demands for labor, like Jim Jones.
325: Another version of the London hospital story and how they started off believing her and wanting to find the source of her problems. She recalls the time she had one of her "attacks" in front of a doctor who wept at her bedside. 326: But six weeks later they were over her shit. Her mom kept demanding tests for rare diseases they knew she didn't have and couldn't justify the expense of. She thinks they're not treating her symptoms without a diagnosis. By this point the doctors have to be assuming it's FND or fake and either way playing into treating the symptoms is keeping her "sick." 327: instead they refer her to psych. She claims the hospital has been fixated on porphyria but no, that was you and Mummy, they just went along with it until it was obvious you guys were going to keep trying to force it to be the answer. But then she got the REAL diagnosis that is surely going to fix everything.
Comments are as expected: go after the doctors, name and shame, report them, punish them for not believing you, ruin their reputations.
328: Her epidural has to come out, but thank god she's at a good hospital where if she demands pain medication they always give it. "It's like a heroin addict going through withdrawal" which yes, normally that is literally exactly what it is. But she brags about how she can just keep claiming she's in more pain and they'll just keep bringing her stronger drugs and higher doses so any withdrawal symptoms she has are quickly solved. i like this line about how psychologically that is a great help to her recovery because she knows she'll always be offered something. Wow kid spell it out for me.
329-30 are her talking about being discharged "home" to the airbnb they're staying at in Germany with a sack of painkillers.
331: Reminder of the foot washing. We did it guys! Her life will be better now! Surely there's not going to be any additional medical drama and they can all move on with their lives.
Ahh, and this is when I jumped on Tilly's magical medical mystery tour. @Thomas Eugene Paris DMed me saying to check her out if I wanted a laugh, and this was the most recent post she had made at that time. Memories light the corners of my mind.
332: Why is she ALWAYS barefoot? Back in the AirBnb everyone "crumbles" because Tilly won't acknowledge that everyone else has been under a shitload of stress because of her and she's not the only one this play-acting of hers is affecting. Her dad and boyfriend are basically commuting from London to Dusseldorf, Auntie's own family in Manchester never sees her, and she has everyone coming and going and around the clock.
333: Fake repentance after the tantrums, she once again tells us about how mummy spends all her time googling new things to demand from doctors and she realizes now what a terrible burden this has placed on her family. Again, walking barefoot in a fucking hospital.
334-35: Tagging EDS to show that post-op she got her anorexia body back. This is because she's been on a diet of spoonfuls of soup and handfuls of laxatives since surgery.
336: Oh and now she vomits everything she eats or drinks, up to 15 times a day. I'm sure that's great with a fresh surgery and her organs getting rearranged. 337: After several weeks of this she lets up and slowly eases back into food.
338: now that there's no medical drama to focus on or mystery symptoms to obsessively google, she and her mother are festering in an airbnb together. They sleep all day, watch TV for hours, and don't know what to do with their time.
339-40: She learned from Leukemia Girl that the first time you're sick you get people rushing around bringing you get well cards and presents and paying you visits but the longer it goes on the more people see it as a cycle you're in that they don't need to drop everything for. Tilly's friends are mostly other idle Oxford girls and the daughters of wealthy expats, so they're happy to continue to buy her aesthetic presents and make her cards because what the fuck else do they have going on once the bottomless mimosa brunch is over? She makes sure they're aware of her current status and need for coddling through instagram.
341: Magic Man, as she calls the doctor in Dusseldorf, says there's always something else he's willing to try as long as the money keeps flowing in. She's still claiming her renal vein was cutting off her jugulars and she needs those sticky lido patches so he injects alcohol into her nerve to kill it and now she's quasimodo. it might be permanent.
342: Tilly's being tapered off her extremely high doses of narcotics and now she's dope sick.
343: NIGGLE. Of course she knows from all he other compression syndrome girls that the next step is to claim this wasn't the magic bullet you swore it was, either. Oh come on, we all knew this wasn't going to fix her. She spends all day obsessively body checking in mirrors and convincing herself she looks puffier (eating disorder) and that she's in pain, burning up, nauseated, or whatever else she can think of. She'll find out if the procedure worked when she goes back to Leipzig this week for her follow up doppler. Have some more pics of her feet, because if I had to see them you have to too.
344: i don't know why this long story about going to a gluten free cafe was necessary but the important part is she's setting it up for the "this was not the answer we thought it was" moment.
345. Tilly goes to Leipzig for her scan. This story is about how she rides shotgun and the other three passengers are in the back seat of the car piled under all her belongings for the eight hour trip.
347; the day before her scan her t u m m y is swollen and she can barely eat a mouthful of potato. She curls up in bed so mummy can comfort her.
348-53: Whole lot of too many words here. she goes for the scan and the doctor plays his role. The surgery was perfect, of course, but if she's still complaining of constant symptoms then that wasn't the root cause. He fires up the doppler and finds a whole new set of compressions including a never-before-seen DOUBLE compression in her left renal, the one he claimed was the problem last time. This means that not only did she not improve from the surgery, she got worse. He concludes that she has uniquely stretchy connective tissues there and he knows this because he's used to treating dazzling EDS zebras like her. They think she needs more surgery. Of course they do. Back to Dusseldorf! She worries they'll send her back to England without any new fun surgeries or medical drama to fill the dreadful middle class void that is her entire life.
354: Tilly sees her doctor in Dusseldorf. He has a painting on the wall about doctors experimenting on their patients and how the patient is the one to suffer the consequences if this goes wrong. She sees it as a sign [prayer hand emoji]. On what planet is that a good sign!?
355: And experiment they will, to the tune of a surgery they've never attempted for a problem that doesn't exist, that could very easily lead to her bleeding out. Despite trying to look scared in the little video, she gives this no thought and agrees to the earliest possible surgery date which is tomorrow. Fucking macabre, i love it. Just no shits given, no repentance, not a flicker of recognition that if she dies she won't get to post about it on Instagram. Sprint full speed into that void.
356: Unfortunately for me, she is writing this months after it actually happened and I do not get to do a post-mortem. She survived the surgery and surely this time it will fix what ailed her.
357: But first she's just happy she got her fentanyl epidural back, and it works on both sides this time! Ana-chan is thrilled to have her feeding tube out after 24 hours.
358: Her Hgb is down to 5.5 so she's transfused. She screams and demands they give it to her slower but they say no.
359; While all this is going on, they have also overstayed their welcome in Germany and are at risk of being deported. I have to laugh that with the migrant/asylum seeker crisis Germany has had in recent years they're hassling two wealthy-ish British citizens who are renting nice rooms, eating at local cafes and shopping at boutiques every day and night, to say nothing of the painful amount they're spending on all her medical care at a cash only clinic. You guys took in half the population of Syria who are contributing little and now trying to displace your own culture leading to a resurgence of nationalism you spent nigh on a century trying to stamp out, but these two Anglo-Saxon airheads are clearly the problem.
360, we get some proof she had this surgery: another huge bandage straight down her abdomen and some drains.
After this she lovebombs her family again for a few posts. In 363 she reveals that this is because her mom now has pneumonia from standing around in the freezing rain at immigration when she was already sick. She's in the hospital. So Tilly ends up needing her stitches out earlier than they expected and it's quite risky. Her "team" has to assemble around her instead of dumb boring mom with her inconvenient pneumonia.
366: Her dumbass friends visit so she begs to keep her fentanyl longer. The doctor says of course, what's two extra days of heavy duty narcotics between family?
368: I liked the part where she convinces her friend, who is supposed to only be there for 24 hours, to stay for the epidural removal because mummy can't be there with her.
369: Welcome back to withdrawal, enjoy your shakes. Or not, since she's still on IV opiates. I don't fuck with opiates because I know my little caged squirrel brain will find a new favorite substance so I have no idea if this is what happens when you suddenly go down to a much lower dose. Video included. Em fills the role usually filled by mummy and auntie, massaging Tilly's muscles and smoothing her hair while talking of all the wonderful places they will travel to drink prosecco whenever she gets bored of this. The eyebrows are not shaved. She will explain in a moment.
333: Fake repentance after the tantrums, she once again tells us about how mummy spends all her time googling new things to demand from doctors and she realizes now what a terrible burden this has placed on her family. Again, walking barefoot in a fucking hospital.
334-35: Tagging EDS to show that post-op she got her anorexia body back. This is because she's been on a diet of spoonfuls of soup and handfuls of laxatives since surgery.
336: Oh and now she vomits everything she eats or drinks, up to 15 times a day. I'm sure that's great with a fresh surgery and her organs getting rearranged. 337: After several weeks of this she lets up and slowly eases back into food.
338: now that there's no medical drama to focus on or mystery symptoms to obsessively google, she and her mother are festering in an airbnb together. They sleep all day, watch TV for hours, and don't know what to do with their time.
339-40: She learned from Leukemia Girl that the first time you're sick you get people rushing around bringing you get well cards and presents and paying you visits but the longer it goes on the more people see it as a cycle you're in that they don't need to drop everything for. Tilly's friends are mostly other idle Oxford girls and the daughters of wealthy expats, so they're happy to continue to buy her aesthetic presents and make her cards because what the fuck else do they have going on once the bottomless mimosa brunch is over? She makes sure they're aware of her current status and need for coddling through instagram.
341: Magic Man, as she calls the doctor in Dusseldorf, says there's always something else he's willing to try as long as the money keeps flowing in. She's still claiming her renal vein was cutting off her jugulars and she needs those sticky lido patches so he injects alcohol into her nerve to kill it and now she's quasimodo. it might be permanent.
342: Tilly's being tapered off her extremely high doses of narcotics and now she's dope sick.
343: NIGGLE. Of course she knows from all he other compression syndrome girls that the next step is to claim this wasn't the magic bullet you swore it was, either. Oh come on, we all knew this wasn't going to fix her. She spends all day obsessively body checking in mirrors and convincing herself she looks puffier (eating disorder) and that she's in pain, burning up, nauseated, or whatever else she can think of. She'll find out if the procedure worked when she goes back to Leipzig this week for her follow up doppler. Have some more pics of her feet, because if I had to see them you have to too.
344: i don't know why this long story about going to a gluten free cafe was necessary but the important part is she's setting it up for the "this was not the answer we thought it was" moment.
345. Tilly goes to Leipzig for her scan. This story is about how she rides shotgun and the other three passengers are in the back seat of the car piled under all her belongings for the eight hour trip.
347; the day before her scan her t u m m y is swollen and she can barely eat a mouthful of potato. She curls up in bed so mummy can comfort her.
348-53: Whole lot of too many words here. she goes for the scan and the doctor plays his role. The surgery was perfect, of course, but if she's still complaining of constant symptoms then that wasn't the root cause. He fires up the doppler and finds a whole new set of compressions including a never-before-seen DOUBLE compression in her left renal, the one he claimed was the problem last time. This means that not only did she not improve from the surgery, she got worse. He concludes that she has uniquely stretchy connective tissues there and he knows this because he's used to treating dazzling EDS zebras like her. They think she needs more surgery. Of course they do. Back to Dusseldorf! She worries they'll send her back to England without any new fun surgeries or medical drama to fill the dreadful middle class void that is her entire life.
354: Tilly sees her doctor in Dusseldorf. He has a painting on the wall about doctors experimenting on their patients and how the patient is the one to suffer the consequences if this goes wrong. She sees it as a sign [prayer hand emoji]. On what planet is that a good sign!?
355: And experiment they will, to the tune of a surgery they've never attempted for a problem that doesn't exist, that could very easily lead to her bleeding out. Despite trying to look scared in the little video, she gives this no thought and agrees to the earliest possible surgery date which is tomorrow. Fucking macabre, i love it. Just no shits given, no repentance, not a flicker of recognition that if she dies she won't get to post about it on Instagram. Sprint full speed into that void.
356: Unfortunately for me, she is writing this months after it actually happened and I do not get to do a post-mortem. She survived the surgery and surely this time it will fix what ailed her.
357: But first she's just happy she got her fentanyl epidural back, and it works on both sides this time! Ana-chan is thrilled to have her feeding tube out after 24 hours.
358: Her Hgb is down to 5.5 so she's transfused. She screams and demands they give it to her slower but they say no.
359; While all this is going on, they have also overstayed their welcome in Germany and are at risk of being deported. I have to laugh that with the migrant/asylum seeker crisis Germany has had in recent years they're hassling two wealthy-ish British citizens who are renting nice rooms, eating at local cafes and shopping at boutiques every day and night, to say nothing of the painful amount they're spending on all her medical care at a cash only clinic. You guys took in half the population of Syria who are contributing little and now trying to displace your own culture leading to a resurgence of nationalism you spent nigh on a century trying to stamp out, but these two Anglo-Saxon airheads are clearly the problem.
360, we get some proof she had this surgery: another huge bandage straight down her abdomen and some drains.
After this she lovebombs her family again for a few posts. In 363 she reveals that this is because her mom now has pneumonia from standing around in the freezing rain at immigration when she was already sick. She's in the hospital. So Tilly ends up needing her stitches out earlier than they expected and it's quite risky. Her "team" has to assemble around her instead of dumb boring mom with her inconvenient pneumonia.
366: Her dumbass friends visit so she begs to keep her fentanyl longer. The doctor says of course, what's two extra days of heavy duty narcotics between family?
368: I liked the part where she convinces her friend, who is supposed to only be there for 24 hours, to stay for the epidural removal because mummy can't be there with her.
369: Welcome back to withdrawal, enjoy your shakes. Or not, since she's still on IV opiates. I don't fuck with opiates because I know my little caged squirrel brain will find a new favorite substance so I have no idea if this is what happens when you suddenly go down to a much lower dose. Video included. Em fills the role usually filled by mummy and auntie, massaging Tilly's muscles and smoothing her hair while talking of all the wonderful places they will travel to drink prosecco whenever she gets bored of this. The eyebrows are not shaved. She will explain in a moment.
Skip a bunch of "chapters" that are just about other patients she has met on this journey, she's discharged from the hospital again after another few weeks of walking around fucking barefoot in there.
374: She loves that here in Germany at her pay-for-play clinic her doctors do not stick to the disciplines in which they are actually trained. Magic Man is a radiologist who also does acupuncture and ...acutape. That's a new one for me, lmao. The things on her eyebrows are "acuplasters" on her trigger points, the same ones he injected alcohol into.
376: the surgeon strokes his own ego at her. "Do you see why most surgeons won't do these surgeries?" I do. It's because they're very risky, the underlying compressions aren't causing the symptoms these charlatans say they are, and you really don't wanna be fucking with your organs and major blood vessels if you don't need to. You should ask Taylah Keating about that. Oh wait, you can't, her surgery failed and she bled to death before she even got to the hospital.
378-79: Now she's doing hyperthermia. "We can't get over how we've never heard of it before." It's because it's a new treatment still in clinical trials that's only really been investigated as an add-on for cancer already being treated with chemotherapy.
380: This friend has now fallen into the role of revolving her every thought and action around Tilly. Also for real does this girl have a foot fetish or something? Not only is she always barefoot, she's so often focusing the camera on it and the proximity of her bare feet to the people waiting on her. Is this some hamfisted metaphor she's trying to pull off? A show of dominance or something? also includes making this Emma person hold up drinks for her and wash her hair.
480: We have time traveled 100 chapters into the future. Are you at all surprised that the quack is also treating Tilly's mom for the pneumonia symptoms she's still allegedly having weeks after the infection? He assesses her and decides she needs high dose antibiotics, oxygen, hyperthermia, and all sorts of other treatments.
381: Nice rack, thank you. I needed that morale boost. So uhm. Where's her scars? She's now had two open abdominal surgeries that required her organs to be removed and replaced but there's nothing there. You can see the little booboo from where the drain was in the after pic but ...where's the rest? if i hadn't seen the bandages down her front I'd think maybe they went in through her hip area like with a kidney transplant and that's why we couldn't see it. Is she shooping it out?
382: Something about the chip clip being used to hold the drape in place has tickled me. 382: Magic Man's son and daughter-in-law are also doctors. The son works for the clinic as a neurologist and the daughter-in-law did anesthesia for all of her surgeries. His wife is also a nurse at the clinic. They're all so sad to be leaving this family of miracle workers. We writers call this foreshadowing.
Back to Leipzig for another follow up and some fun tourist times. Tilly loves being pushed around in a chair all day but she's complaining of worsening head pain, swelling in her face, and burning skin still.
388-90: The moment of truth, which she drags out for days again. The compressions are gone from her t u m m m m m m m m y but her jugulars are still fucked. There's blood pooling in the base of her skull and that's why she feels like her head's gonna explode all the time. That doesn't sound right to me at all.
490. We skipped 100 chapters because her brain is swimming in blood soup all day or something. Back to Dusseldorf where they do a CTA and MRI on her. Because she is so unique and special and there has never been a case like her ever before, one of the doctors has to have a CTA in the same position to use as a control. Oh brother. If what she's saying is even true here then these people really know how to put on a show. The problem is now that she has a tilted atlas bone that is compressing her jugulars, something never before seen in all of medical history. It will need a surgery that has never been attempted before to fix it. She's once again running cheerfully to this thing that would terrify any normal human.
In the comments, Christina Doherty, herself completely butchered from skull to tail by Dr. Henderson, expresses her jealousy that Tilly has doctors willing to do completely experimental never-been-performed surgeries on her spine.
But does she? We return to the reddit thread where we learn "brain swims in blood" is another of Scholbach's classic claims.
391: the latest version of her medical history. The warm, creamy jug of milk was straight from the titty and gave her TB, the German quacks diagnosed her alleged hypermobility as hEDS, the compressions were because she lost her fat pad as a teenage anorexic and all her organs shifted around because of her stretchy EDS tissues. She developed lordosis from the massive morphine constipation and her body compensated for this by tilting her head forward.
And this is another one of his favorite claims according to the reddit post. I didn't even dig for this. It was one of the first search results for "Thomas Scholbach Leipzig." I even looked into the posters convinced one of them had to be Tilly or Mummy but nope. He just somehow manages to tell all these girls the same thing and still convince them they're all unique and special.
392: Look even if I was in agonizing pain every day I would not be fucking doing this. Maybe if it was a fatal illness and it was get the surgery or die but even then I don't know that I'm all that committed to being alive. they're going to go into her skull, shave the bone, and if they fuck it up she'll need more surgeries. She's missing the part where she could also end up paralyzed or dead. Magic Man's son gets his own retarded nickname, Dr. House.
393: Like poor, dead Taylah, I cannot believe these girls keep going into these completely unproven surgeries as if nothing will ever go wrong. At least Taylah was like 23, an age where all of us think we're going to live forever. Tilly is in her 30s now and still treating this like she's just going in to see a matinee showing of a Disney-Marvel film, predictable and safe and banal.
394-95: she survives it again. Very little proof this was actually a surgery she had and not something normal like an endoscopy. She's not in a neck brace, no bandages, the back of her head doesn't look shaved, nothing. She tells us a story of how this magical miracle worker saved a brain dead patient early in his career. No he fucking didn't you gullible and/or lying titmouse.
374: She loves that here in Germany at her pay-for-play clinic her doctors do not stick to the disciplines in which they are actually trained. Magic Man is a radiologist who also does acupuncture and ...acutape. That's a new one for me, lmao. The things on her eyebrows are "acuplasters" on her trigger points, the same ones he injected alcohol into.
376: the surgeon strokes his own ego at her. "Do you see why most surgeons won't do these surgeries?" I do. It's because they're very risky, the underlying compressions aren't causing the symptoms these charlatans say they are, and you really don't wanna be fucking with your organs and major blood vessels if you don't need to. You should ask Taylah Keating about that. Oh wait, you can't, her surgery failed and she bled to death before she even got to the hospital.
378-79: Now she's doing hyperthermia. "We can't get over how we've never heard of it before." It's because it's a new treatment still in clinical trials that's only really been investigated as an add-on for cancer already being treated with chemotherapy.
380: This friend has now fallen into the role of revolving her every thought and action around Tilly. Also for real does this girl have a foot fetish or something? Not only is she always barefoot, she's so often focusing the camera on it and the proximity of her bare feet to the people waiting on her. Is this some hamfisted metaphor she's trying to pull off? A show of dominance or something? also includes making this Emma person hold up drinks for her and wash her hair.
480: We have time traveled 100 chapters into the future. Are you at all surprised that the quack is also treating Tilly's mom for the pneumonia symptoms she's still allegedly having weeks after the infection? He assesses her and decides she needs high dose antibiotics, oxygen, hyperthermia, and all sorts of other treatments.
381: Nice rack, thank you. I needed that morale boost. So uhm. Where's her scars? She's now had two open abdominal surgeries that required her organs to be removed and replaced but there's nothing there. You can see the little booboo from where the drain was in the after pic but ...where's the rest? if i hadn't seen the bandages down her front I'd think maybe they went in through her hip area like with a kidney transplant and that's why we couldn't see it. Is she shooping it out?
382: Something about the chip clip being used to hold the drape in place has tickled me. 382: Magic Man's son and daughter-in-law are also doctors. The son works for the clinic as a neurologist and the daughter-in-law did anesthesia for all of her surgeries. His wife is also a nurse at the clinic. They're all so sad to be leaving this family of miracle workers. We writers call this foreshadowing.
Back to Leipzig for another follow up and some fun tourist times. Tilly loves being pushed around in a chair all day but she's complaining of worsening head pain, swelling in her face, and burning skin still.
388-90: The moment of truth, which she drags out for days again. The compressions are gone from her t u m m m m m m m m y but her jugulars are still fucked. There's blood pooling in the base of her skull and that's why she feels like her head's gonna explode all the time. That doesn't sound right to me at all.
490. We skipped 100 chapters because her brain is swimming in blood soup all day or something. Back to Dusseldorf where they do a CTA and MRI on her. Because she is so unique and special and there has never been a case like her ever before, one of the doctors has to have a CTA in the same position to use as a control. Oh brother. If what she's saying is even true here then these people really know how to put on a show. The problem is now that she has a tilted atlas bone that is compressing her jugulars, something never before seen in all of medical history. It will need a surgery that has never been attempted before to fix it. She's once again running cheerfully to this thing that would terrify any normal human.
In the comments, Christina Doherty, herself completely butchered from skull to tail by Dr. Henderson, expresses her jealousy that Tilly has doctors willing to do completely experimental never-been-performed surgeries on her spine.
But does she? We return to the reddit thread where we learn "brain swims in blood" is another of Scholbach's classic claims.
391: the latest version of her medical history. The warm, creamy jug of milk was straight from the titty and gave her TB, the German quacks diagnosed her alleged hypermobility as hEDS, the compressions were because she lost her fat pad as a teenage anorexic and all her organs shifted around because of her stretchy EDS tissues. She developed lordosis from the massive morphine constipation and her body compensated for this by tilting her head forward.
And this is another one of his favorite claims according to the reddit post. I didn't even dig for this. It was one of the first search results for "Thomas Scholbach Leipzig." I even looked into the posters convinced one of them had to be Tilly or Mummy but nope. He just somehow manages to tell all these girls the same thing and still convince them they're all unique and special.
392: Look even if I was in agonizing pain every day I would not be fucking doing this. Maybe if it was a fatal illness and it was get the surgery or die but even then I don't know that I'm all that committed to being alive. they're going to go into her skull, shave the bone, and if they fuck it up she'll need more surgeries. She's missing the part where she could also end up paralyzed or dead. Magic Man's son gets his own retarded nickname, Dr. House.
393: Like poor, dead Taylah, I cannot believe these girls keep going into these completely unproven surgeries as if nothing will ever go wrong. At least Taylah was like 23, an age where all of us think we're going to live forever. Tilly is in her 30s now and still treating this like she's just going in to see a matinee showing of a Disney-Marvel film, predictable and safe and banal.
394-95: she survives it again. Very little proof this was actually a surgery she had and not something normal like an endoscopy. She's not in a neck brace, no bandages, the back of her head doesn't look shaved, nothing. She tells us a story of how this magical miracle worker saved a brain dead patient early in his career. No he fucking didn't you gullible and/or lying titmouse.
And here we conclude the "Tilly tempts fate with many radical unproven vascular surgeries she doesn't need for problems she doesn't have" era. Surely this time they've solved her problems and she will be all health and vigor from here on out.
Tune in next time when Tilly asks the question on everyone's mind: "Is it porphyria yet?"
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You flatter me with your mention, but I am confident your efforts will prove more successful and entertaining than mine ever were.
I regret not completing the book but I was pregnant and it got to be too upsetting to continue what with all my womanly female whore moans. Despite my regrets, I will never ever revisit it because Manhunt is a poorly-written pile of dogshit that should never be read except by FBI criminal profilers. The fact that it received any press coverage at all when it was published makes more and more sense in light of the USAID libshit astroturfing scandal.
On topic, Tilly writes her German doctor like she MEANS for him to be kindly and heroic but he comes off like a horror movie villain. The fact that his entire family also cuts up people at the same medical practice would be some Texas Chainsaw Massacre type shit if they didn’t all have German accents and posh retard British women to carve up.
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The German accents make it worse for me. Medical experiments done by Germans leave a bad taste in my mouth (I'm just joking).
@ KFS I usually read some of the original posts you feature, but Tillys writing is just so bad, it's not even funny. Kudos to you! I could never! A book review sounds amazing, but makes me worry about your mental health. This sounds like self harm to me
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Kate really really downplayed it
I had the “pleasure” of being on methylprednisolone (Metypred) for 7 days because of my completely out-of-control eczema and those were some of the most miserable days of my life- solely because of the absolutely vile, vomit-inducing, bitter-as-hell taste of those tiny pills. The bitterness was so overpowering that even after chugging half a big water bottle the taste still clung to my mouth. The first time I took one I almost spit it out because the bitterness hit so suddenly and intensely that my brain just couldn't process it
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Ah, I'm sick in bed with the flu and feeling sorry for myself so it was absolutely delicious having a Tilly chapter to read.
I even had to read it twice just to go through all the boring shit she writes in her captions, usually I just skim.
I'm now feeling less sorry for myself and very grateful for not being the idiot who's got her stomach sliced up not just once, but twice even though she claimed that the epidural didn't work the first time.
Even if she was drugged up to her eyeballs with other stuff that is one thing I just can't wrap my head around, not having an epidural work would be the ultimate repellent for another surgery for most people who in their heart of hearts know it isn't necessary. But no, she's so high on her own ego that nothing matters more than getting to be "the bravest little soldier".
I love her because she's just so patently bad at faking.
I even had to read it twice just to go through all the boring shit she writes in her captions, usually I just skim.
I'm now feeling less sorry for myself and very grateful for not being the idiot who's got her stomach sliced up not just once, but twice even though she claimed that the epidural didn't work the first time.
Even if she was drugged up to her eyeballs with other stuff that is one thing I just can't wrap my head around, not having an epidural work would be the ultimate repellent for another surgery for most people who in their heart of hearts know it isn't necessary. But no, she's so high on her own ego that nothing matters more than getting to be "the bravest little soldier".
I love her because she's just so patently bad at faking.
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Her tape therapy homeopathic treatment is potentially more ridiculous (if it's similar to what has recently become trendy in the US). The tape is Kinesiology tape infused with CBD oil to treat Fibromyalgia. (Wait, is Fibromyalgia even a thing in Europe? I thought it was diagnosed as ME/CFS there? )
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The German Doctor really does have the munchie grift all worked out:
- Rope in the medically qualified family to work in your clinic. Cheap labour. Also circle of silence when things inevitably go wrong.
- Lay it on thick with the munchies. Tell them you know that it's not all in their head, even though you know it's all in their fucking heads. They'll think you're heaven sent.
- Use a mix of jargon and layman's terms so there's just enough for the munchies to be dazzled by your brilliance, but also feel they know what you're talking about.
- Diagnose everyone with the same thing, and call it supermegarare. Bonus diagnose patients with the combo platter if not already.
- At the postop check, be sure to assess patient. Do you think you can get more $$$ out of them?No? Good news, scan is fine. Yes? Oh noes, there's an oopsy that needs fixed! More surgery!
- ????
- PROFIT
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Not in the UK at least. They're often diagnosed together though.
Basically:
- ME/CFS - you're tired, we don't know why
- Fibromyalgia - you're hurty, we don't know why
Both are real disorders, but both are also used as a "if I diagnose you with this and give you some Lyrica to play with will you get the fuck out of my office and let me treat real patients?" diagnosis too. My aunt, who was a notorious hypochondriac and woo addict, went to her GP complaining of back pain, and they diagnosed her with fibromyalgia and gave her some amitriptyline to make her too sleepy to complain any more, and sent her home to stop bothering them. It was bone cancer and she died in agony 6 weeks later, nice job NHS!
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I try to remind myself that all of this stupid game they play is like any other addiction and steroids are included. In Tilly's case I think it's pretty obvious she's not taking them at home, nor was Cheyanne before her liver exploded and she actually started to be scared she would die (and then she did anyway! what a blessing), but enough of them really are. Brynn Duncan looks like she got her face stuck in a shop vac hose, MC Peruninger and Ashley Carroll will never walk again because they took high dose steroids for years, Taylor Nearon fucking died from them. I think in a lot of cases it starts as just them trying to legitimize their claims of illness, plus the absurd energy boost you get from the initial doses isn't necessarily awful. If you're a squeaky clean, very sheltered, 'we can only watch disney channel at home" barely-adult, that's probably the closest you've felt to fun drugs.
Then once the bad side effects start they justify continuing to take them by saying they have to, which reinforces that they're really sick. Why would you take a drug that made you fat, bald, diabetic, and cranky unless you really needed to?
And eventually you do because your adrenals get suppressed and going off them can kill you.
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Another one has gone to that great respiratory therapist in the sky.
Nicole Gray aka JustBreatheNicole/OneMoreStep, an old LCF munchie who had a feeding tube for functional vomiting who also faked brittle asthma, anaphylaxis, and seizures apparently died in January and no one gave a fuck. I don't even give a fuck enough to find proof beyond these screenies that were posted in a group chat.
she peaked in like 2014 when she was winning beauty pageants despite being homely, chubby, and unpolished because she would wear the NG feeding tube she was free to remove and replace at will to win the sympathy of the judges.
Reminder to all munchies reading this horrified by my callousness, no one in the "chronic illness community" will miss you when you die. They're not your friends and they'll all move on. You haven't found a wonderful group full of support. You've found other junkies who will steal your stash and roll your still-warm corpse into the gutter, never to think of you again.
Nicole Gray aka JustBreatheNicole/OneMoreStep, an old LCF munchie who had a feeding tube for functional vomiting who also faked brittle asthma, anaphylaxis, and seizures apparently died in January and no one gave a fuck. I don't even give a fuck enough to find proof beyond these screenies that were posted in a group chat.
she peaked in like 2014 when she was winning beauty pageants despite being homely, chubby, and unpolished because she would wear the NG feeding tube she was free to remove and replace at will to win the sympathy of the judges.
Reminder to all munchies reading this horrified by my callousness, no one in the "chronic illness community" will miss you when you die. They're not your friends and they'll all move on. You haven't found a wonderful group full of support. You've found other junkies who will steal your stash and roll your still-warm corpse into the gutter, never to think of you again.
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Oh my, that brings me a lot of nostalgia from the beginning of my munchie watching.
I haven't cared about her in years because she got so damn boring and frankly I just feel good riddance.
If anyone knows, did she kill herself or what?
Edit: it seems legit, she worked for the ambulance charity according to her insta https://www.theasc.org.uk/tributes/in-memory-of-nicole-gray/
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Bigger Than Life is a 1956 American drama film directed by Nicholas Ray and starring James Mason, Barbara Rush and Walter Matthau. Its plot follows an ailing schoolteacher and family man whose life spins out of control when he misuses cortisone.[2] It is based on a 1955 article by medical writer Berton Roueché in The New Yorker, titled "Ten Feet Tall".[3] In addition to starring in the film, Mason produced it.