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A lot of it is to get high though, I mean I would think.
And then also. You wouldn’t believe what people will do to get out of work.
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And then also. You wouldn’t believe what people will do to get out of work.
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I mean maybe their families aren't the caring types and the hospital is the only place they can go to feel cared for? We do see a lot of parents (usually mothers) enable though. But if they're a nurse, they're probably both not caring at home but also enabling with munchie traits themselves.
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I think this a good chunk of it. These girls really don't have the life experience to realize that the sun is still going to come up tomorrow if they're no longer number one at whatever sport., usually a team sport. Dancing and gymnastics seems to be overrepresented because there is no recreational league to join; if you don't make it at track you can still do 5ks or marathons with your age cohort and with golf when you don't make the cut then there's always a quick 9 holes after work while having a few cold ones.
Adulation, sympathy and praise is addicting. Look at the bullshit behavior of the rich and famous and their desperation to stay in the limelight. Nothing more pathetic than a D-lister trying to remain relevant.
Getting that shot of demerol in the ER does feel amazing and I can see why it's tightly controlled. But none of them strike me as work-shys since most of them never held down a regular job due to age and lack of education. Shit, being a munchie looks like a lot of work, or at least a big commitment.
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Part 6 and final (for now) of Tricia Melland. In Part 5 she was home on the vent and trying to navigate her new life. She made a tiktok and accidentally gave away that she has way more respiratory function than she claims. She's been selling her uplifting story to an ever-growing audience that includes munchies, actually sick children and the parents thereof, and medical professionals who are asking all the fun questions. She remains blithely unaware of the danger she's in while continuing to culture new, worse bacteria and fungus each time she gets sick. Most recently she's spent Christmas in the hospital and learned that she can leverage this into extra special presents from her followers if only she posts an Amazon wishlist. In this final part, Tricia learns that claiming to be terminally ill is one thing. Actually finding out you are completely out of options and no one can help you is way less glamorous.
Hope it was worth it Tricia! Don't worry, I'm sure Kenny and your yeast colonies will have the cutest little outfits for your funeral.
The kid on the right is Hannah, the girl with vasculitis who almost died because her airways swelled shut from the inflammation. A reminder that Hannah was awake because after months on ECMO she was tolerant of the sedatives they could safely give her for a life-saving surgery after a blood vessel in her liver burst, and she was so close to death from blood loss that anesthesia would have definitely killed her. Tricia was awake because she's spent a decade pretending sedatives and anesthesia cause seizures. You are not the same.
Christophe Lafontante (1man3hearts) has a condition called myofibrillar myopathy, a genetic disease that caused failure of his heart, kidneys, and lungs, severely weakened his skeletal muscles, and if God hadn’t punished this poor man enough, he also developed thyroid cancer he survived and serious substance abuse issues that he overcame. You are not the same, Tricia. He has what you spent your life pretending you had.
And they’re like “variant of uncertain significance but you appear super sick so we have to consider you’re that one in a million case where this otherwise benign mutation causes disease.”
lmaooo and that’s exactly what they are: three different mutations of uncertain significance on genes for collagen. This means nothing. Statistically all of us have some weirdo gene variations that are not doing anything significant and most of us will go our entire lives not knowing they exist. Having a benign variation on the COL31A gene does not mean you have vEDS. It means you have a benign variation and your body still knows how to make Type III collagen properly.
And a reminder that she likely got all her genetics testing from Dr. Boles who used very questionable tests from a company he had a financial and professional stake in, which is no longer in business.
This Auntie Paparazzi account is fucking weird. I see them all the time tagging famous people to munchie accounts and they take this job very seriously.
So all this time Tricia's Instagram has been silent. March 9 she comes back looking like she’s been inflated, saying she has sepsis again and needs a new line again. God, get a new plot line, Tricia! She’s now tagging herself as #terminallytricia
Back on Tiktok she says she’s had multiple surgeries since the previous update and now they want to check her lungs but feel like her kidneys are too FUBAR to handle the contrast. Her temperature is a balmy 105.4F. Was it worth it, Tricia?
The next day she says they had an emergency femoral line in and now she’s got an IJ again. The stupid prizes keep appearing at her doorstep as she now has to have bronchoscopy (a scope of the inside of her lungs) done with no sedation.
Bronchoscopy over and Tricia is joking that with all these infections she’s quite the overachiever. She’s made this joke before and my munchie doxer side laughs at her being an idiot, but the public health nerd in me is screaming for her to be put down and buried in a lead sarcophagus for the safety of humanity.
The scope identified her lung bugs and it’s something hard to treat. She doesn’t name it this time. Yes she’s filming someone cleaning around her line site for this Tiktok.
She’s actually not in any of her local hospitals this time. She was attempting a road trip and got sick. They had to pull off the highway on the way home to get her into whatever the nearest hospital was.
It’s all good because she got a fluffy news piece written about how Tiktok is keeping her alive and before she started posting and getting an audience there she was ready to give up. The Dr. Clay Anderson they interview is an oncologist who had her at St. Luke’s after she bounced there from University of Kansas right before the pulmonary emboli hit.
She celebrates this article by doing more dumb tiktok dances while supposedly on death’s door and getting caught by the nurses.
She’s discharged on the 18th and the same day she’s back to filming energetic dances. Sorry, Heidi, since you presumably need your trach, I would not base my expectations on what this faker is up to.
Why you panting tricia? Could it be proof your lungs and respiratory muscles actually work? I wonder if she even wears the vent all the time at home or whether it gets disconnected as soon as no one who will tattle is around.
Christophe Lafontante (1man3hearts) has a condition called myofibrillar myopathy, a genetic disease that caused failure of his heart, kidneys, and lungs, severely weakened his skeletal muscles, and if God hadn’t punished this poor man enough, he also developed thyroid cancer he survived and serious substance abuse issues that he overcame. You are not the same, Tricia. He has what you spent your life pretending you had.
And they’re like “variant of uncertain significance but you appear super sick so we have to consider you’re that one in a million case where this otherwise benign mutation causes disease.”
lmaooo and that’s exactly what they are: three different mutations of uncertain significance on genes for collagen. This means nothing. Statistically all of us have some weirdo gene variations that are not doing anything significant and most of us will go our entire lives not knowing they exist. Having a benign variation on the COL31A gene does not mean you have vEDS. It means you have a benign variation and your body still knows how to make Type III collagen properly.
And a reminder that she likely got all her genetics testing from Dr. Boles who used very questionable tests from a company he had a financial and professional stake in, which is no longer in business.
This Auntie Paparazzi account is fucking weird. I see them all the time tagging famous people to munchie accounts and they take this job very seriously.
So all this time Tricia's Instagram has been silent. March 9 she comes back looking like she’s been inflated, saying she has sepsis again and needs a new line again. God, get a new plot line, Tricia! She’s now tagging herself as #terminallytricia
Back on Tiktok she says she’s had multiple surgeries since the previous update and now they want to check her lungs but feel like her kidneys are too FUBAR to handle the contrast. Her temperature is a balmy 105.4F. Was it worth it, Tricia?
The next day she says they had an emergency femoral line in and now she’s got an IJ again. The stupid prizes keep appearing at her doorstep as she now has to have bronchoscopy (a scope of the inside of her lungs) done with no sedation.
Bronchoscopy over and Tricia is joking that with all these infections she’s quite the overachiever. She’s made this joke before and my munchie doxer side laughs at her being an idiot, but the public health nerd in me is screaming for her to be put down and buried in a lead sarcophagus for the safety of humanity.
The scope identified her lung bugs and it’s something hard to treat. She doesn’t name it this time. Yes she’s filming someone cleaning around her line site for this Tiktok.
She’s actually not in any of her local hospitals this time. She was attempting a road trip and got sick. They had to pull off the highway on the way home to get her into whatever the nearest hospital was.
It’s all good because she got a fluffy news piece written about how Tiktok is keeping her alive and before she started posting and getting an audience there she was ready to give up. The Dr. Clay Anderson they interview is an oncologist who had her at St. Luke’s after she bounced there from University of Kansas right before the pulmonary emboli hit.
She celebrates this article by doing more dumb tiktok dances while supposedly on death’s door and getting caught by the nurses.
She’s discharged on the 18th and the same day she’s back to filming energetic dances. Sorry, Heidi, since you presumably need your trach, I would not base my expectations on what this faker is up to.
Why you panting tricia? Could it be proof your lungs and respiratory muscles actually work? I wonder if she even wears the vent all the time at home or whether it gets disconnected as soon as no one who will tattle is around.
LOLLLL. She almost learned the Jaquie lesson: if you’re constantly crying wolf in the hospital, screaming about your “mast cell reactions” and demanding more pain meds the nurses might not believe you if you suddenly start having real problems. She says they listened to her lungs and checked her sats, diagnosed her “drama queen” and a half hour later the chest xray and arterial blood gas showed the problems.
I can’t help but be a little irritated at all the resources that have been wasted keeping this girl alive. If this was a person who had a real disease I’d just feel bad for her but the fact that she got herself in this position on purpose and could have backed out of her lies over and over again but chose not to makes me moti about it.
She’s just going to spend the rest of her life checking off her bucket list. No point in trying to save herself now.
My guess is steroids or you decided to film another dance and got a little flushed.
She’s bleedin’ from her line because the clave broke off. This means she has to go to the hospital to get checked out and get a new dose of one of her meds because the bag she was hooking up is now contaminated and she doesn't have an extra this time.
She turns 23 and blows out the candles with her vent for shock value. Don't worry, she turned the oxygen off first!
Yeah real prolonged seizures that have to be stopped with a drug-induced coma are no joke, ask Katie Stanina. But that’s not what happened to you. Again, the fact that her mom’s instinct was “lemme document this for the ‘gram” makes me lose any hint of sympathy. Even if these are real seizures and not PNES, I just can’t feel bad because this is what they wanted. The seizures also just seem to have fucked off eh? Yeah sure maybe she got stability from medication but I refer again to Katie Stanina who continues to have breakthrough seizures regularly because she actually has really severe epilepsy.
Back to dancing and shock content.
May, sepsis again and her IJ is culturing yeast. The IJ is pulled and replaced with a midline.
Midline placed and immediately falls out. Or gets yanked out. Who knows? They get a peripheral in but she needs more access. She’s in bone marrow failure because of the infection.
They place a new IJ two days later. She’s given blood and some injection to make her bone marrow wake up.
Don’t like when it’s not in your control, huh? This was way more fun when you were just swinging your tubes around for attention and getting your sorority not-sisters to bring you candy in the hospital?
Discharged June 1.
People ask about her bucket list and she says the number 1 is to be able to meet Ellen Degeneres. If you go back to part 1 she was already tagging Ellen all the time from the hospital, but now she has a large following who are willing to tag accounts on her behalf. This was just weeks before the accusations about Degeneres creating a “toxic workplace” or whatever it was came out.
It works. A few days after her Ellen video she gets a facetime call from funny TV talk show lady.
Someone starts a rumor that she’s dead. Aww, wait until she's hospitalized and been quiet a while before you pull this one. It's much funnier that way.
If only there was some way to prevent this.
Medical PTSD is real! Sometimes I don’t get exactly what I want from doctors and that makes me sad! Sometimes they tell me "if you're really allergic to all sedatives and anesthesia then we have to do this while you're awake" and there's no magical option where I get to maintain my lies AND be knocked out for unpleasant procedures and given unlimited opiates on demand!
They buy or borrow a giant white van to take Tricia for a ride in the car.
Of course, it's because she needs to see Dr. Boles in LA again. Can't let those pesky sane doctors save her life without interference.
Answering some questions about her health.
In this one she talks about how she’s no longer considering the colectomy because they don’t even know if that would be enough or if other parts of her GI system are also leaking. There's a very good chance she wouldn't survive them cutting her open to find out. Again I refer to the stupidity of the game being played and that of the prizes to be won by doing so.
In this one she talks about how she had her ostomy placed in March 2013 and how she has extremely low output from it because she doesn’t eat.
So that means it was placed during this hospitalization with Dr. Mercer at Omaha. This was back when she never really talked about what was going on with her so I'm not surprised she didn't specify. Just was mildly interesting that I could actually find the time it happened.
Whoops, septic again. Her line is pulled once again and replaced with a midline.
It’s multifocal pneumonia. They switch her antibiotics.
New IJ line is in on July 22 and the infection is starting to clear up. It was resistant to the previous drugs used.
Marsha has SMA1. I know that Tricia here has the emotional maturity of a newly hatched boa constrictor but how do you lie to someone who has SMA1 and try to make your self-induced problems at all comparable?
Again, stupid games, the stupidest of prizes.
And we’re back to energetic dances despite her pneumonia, respiratory failure, and mitochondrial dysfuncton. I like the kyphosis/cushiongoid buffalo hump she has setting in.
Lovenox is a blood thinner. since she already had the PE that makes sense.
Mito: diagnosed by a known quack. MCAS: diagnosed by a known quack. EDS: genetic variants not known to cause disease. GI failure: self induced by eating disorder/long term opioid and TPN usage. Respiratory failure: any damage to your lungs is self-induced through fucking with your central lines until you got septic pulmonary emboli but you constantly give away that your lungs are in much better shape than you claim. Adrenal insufficiency: because steroids. Immunocompromised: because steroids, central lines, repeated bouts of sepsis, and everything else we’ve watched you do to yourself for 10 years. It’s real easy to “not play by the rules” of your disease when you don’t have it.
Tagging CIPO, chronic intestinal pseudo-obstruction, for the first time in many years. TIL TPN is $1000-2000 per bag. I think my brain just short-circuited thinking about how much the TPN alone has cost over the years, let alone everything else they've done to this moonfaced goldfish.
I sure hope this video took less than 1 minute and 39 seconds to film! That would be really bad if it took 1 minute and 40 seconds!
She hits 100k tiktok followers.
Lol nice bone density kid. How are those corticosteroids treating you?
Who the fuck knew Advil had a TikTok account? We are living in dystopia.
Again, Marsha actually needed this through no fault of her own, and so did Hannah for that matter. By all appearances Tricia could have long since weaned off of hers at least part time and continues to choose not to.
I can’t help but be a little irritated at all the resources that have been wasted keeping this girl alive. If this was a person who had a real disease I’d just feel bad for her but the fact that she got herself in this position on purpose and could have backed out of her lies over and over again but chose not to makes me moti about it.
She’s just going to spend the rest of her life checking off her bucket list. No point in trying to save herself now.
My guess is steroids or you decided to film another dance and got a little flushed.
She’s bleedin’ from her line because the clave broke off. This means she has to go to the hospital to get checked out and get a new dose of one of her meds because the bag she was hooking up is now contaminated and she doesn't have an extra this time.
She turns 23 and blows out the candles with her vent for shock value. Don't worry, she turned the oxygen off first!
Yeah real prolonged seizures that have to be stopped with a drug-induced coma are no joke, ask Katie Stanina. But that’s not what happened to you. Again, the fact that her mom’s instinct was “lemme document this for the ‘gram” makes me lose any hint of sympathy. Even if these are real seizures and not PNES, I just can’t feel bad because this is what they wanted. The seizures also just seem to have fucked off eh? Yeah sure maybe she got stability from medication but I refer again to Katie Stanina who continues to have breakthrough seizures regularly because she actually has really severe epilepsy.
Back to dancing and shock content.
May, sepsis again and her IJ is culturing yeast. The IJ is pulled and replaced with a midline.
Midline placed and immediately falls out. Or gets yanked out. Who knows? They get a peripheral in but she needs more access. She’s in bone marrow failure because of the infection.
They place a new IJ two days later. She’s given blood and some injection to make her bone marrow wake up.
Don’t like when it’s not in your control, huh? This was way more fun when you were just swinging your tubes around for attention and getting your sorority not-sisters to bring you candy in the hospital?
Discharged June 1.
People ask about her bucket list and she says the number 1 is to be able to meet Ellen Degeneres. If you go back to part 1 she was already tagging Ellen all the time from the hospital, but now she has a large following who are willing to tag accounts on her behalf. This was just weeks before the accusations about Degeneres creating a “toxic workplace” or whatever it was came out.
It works. A few days after her Ellen video she gets a facetime call from funny TV talk show lady.
Someone starts a rumor that she’s dead. Aww, wait until she's hospitalized and been quiet a while before you pull this one. It's much funnier that way.
If only there was some way to prevent this.
Medical PTSD is real! Sometimes I don’t get exactly what I want from doctors and that makes me sad! Sometimes they tell me "if you're really allergic to all sedatives and anesthesia then we have to do this while you're awake" and there's no magical option where I get to maintain my lies AND be knocked out for unpleasant procedures and given unlimited opiates on demand!
They buy or borrow a giant white van to take Tricia for a ride in the car.
Of course, it's because she needs to see Dr. Boles in LA again. Can't let those pesky sane doctors save her life without interference.
Answering some questions about her health.
In this one she talks about how she’s no longer considering the colectomy because they don’t even know if that would be enough or if other parts of her GI system are also leaking. There's a very good chance she wouldn't survive them cutting her open to find out. Again I refer to the stupidity of the game being played and that of the prizes to be won by doing so.
In this one she talks about how she had her ostomy placed in March 2013 and how she has extremely low output from it because she doesn’t eat.
So that means it was placed during this hospitalization with Dr. Mercer at Omaha. This was back when she never really talked about what was going on with her so I'm not surprised she didn't specify. Just was mildly interesting that I could actually find the time it happened.
Whoops, septic again. Her line is pulled once again and replaced with a midline.
It’s multifocal pneumonia. They switch her antibiotics.
New IJ line is in on July 22 and the infection is starting to clear up. It was resistant to the previous drugs used.
Marsha has SMA1. I know that Tricia here has the emotional maturity of a newly hatched boa constrictor but how do you lie to someone who has SMA1 and try to make your self-induced problems at all comparable?
Again, stupid games, the stupidest of prizes.
And we’re back to energetic dances despite her pneumonia, respiratory failure, and mitochondrial dysfuncton. I like the kyphosis/cushiongoid buffalo hump she has setting in.
Lovenox is a blood thinner. since she already had the PE that makes sense.
Mito: diagnosed by a known quack. MCAS: diagnosed by a known quack. EDS: genetic variants not known to cause disease. GI failure: self induced by eating disorder/long term opioid and TPN usage. Respiratory failure: any damage to your lungs is self-induced through fucking with your central lines until you got septic pulmonary emboli but you constantly give away that your lungs are in much better shape than you claim. Adrenal insufficiency: because steroids. Immunocompromised: because steroids, central lines, repeated bouts of sepsis, and everything else we’ve watched you do to yourself for 10 years. It’s real easy to “not play by the rules” of your disease when you don’t have it.
Tagging CIPO, chronic intestinal pseudo-obstruction, for the first time in many years. TIL TPN is $1000-2000 per bag. I think my brain just short-circuited thinking about how much the TPN alone has cost over the years, let alone everything else they've done to this moonfaced goldfish.
I sure hope this video took less than 1 minute and 39 seconds to film! That would be really bad if it took 1 minute and 40 seconds!
She hits 100k tiktok followers.
Lol nice bone density kid. How are those corticosteroids treating you?
Who the fuck knew Advil had a TikTok account? We are living in dystopia.
Again, Marsha actually needed this through no fault of her own, and so did Hannah for that matter. By all appearances Tricia could have long since weaned off of hers at least part time and continues to choose not to.
Yeasty again in October. Please pray. Same song and dance as before. Line pulled, miraculously find peripheral access and get a midline in when the alternative is death.
This time when they go to place the IJ line she ends up with an EJ (external jugular) line instead. One of the lumens doesn’t work right off the bat.
By Halloween she’s back out and back to dancing, now with her bag of stomach goo flapping in the breeze to make people comment that they're sure it's going to fly off.
Oh fucking wow. So remember when they discharged her with her vent and she was silent on all platforms for long periods of time, only popping up to say she had sepsis again and was totally dying? Yeah she left out the part where she went to goddamned Lollapalooza in 2019 to meet that band she’s obsessed with. She even got to stand in a special area up front and away from the plebs. And doesn’t she look pleased with herself. It’s a shame covid put such a damper on her using her self-induced illness to get special attention from famous people. LMAO IMAGINE TAKING YOUR MOMMY TO A MUSIC FESTIVAL LMAO LMAO LMAO.
I’m NOT FAKING!!! Look at all my tubes!!! Would they have given me this for a fake illness??? Yes, lol, as we have discovered. I wanted to believe the answer was no, but alas, just that ceaseless optimism getting the best of me again. You started with GI problems/an inability to eat (in a pre-teen figure skater what are the odds!) and from there your wealthy parents paid for you to see whatever doctor would say it wasn’t anorexia, bouncing through children’s hospitals all over the US getting tubed, then untubed, then tubed again as each one took you at face value and gradually realized you were full of shit. This led to Boles, who used incredibly dubious genetics tests to diagnose anyone who walked in the door with mitochondrial disease then took this back to your local hospital to convince the doctors there that you were dying of a rare disease you do not have. You spent a decade doing your damnest to remain hospitalized and drugged to the tits, including fucking with your central line, dehydrating yourself until you got kidney stones, faking seizures and dystonia, and getting colonized by super resistant bacterial and fungal biofilms, with your disused GI tract falling to bits, culminating in septic pulmonary emboli that required a ventilator and now you keep giving away that you are no longer in need of that. So yes, you were faking then, you are faking now, and after you die, I will update to say that you faked yourself to death. I don't need to be a "mito specialist" to figure this out and I think I've made my case pretty convincingly in these six long posts.
Once again, Hannah is like 10 years younger than Tricia and did absolutely nothing to cause her health problems. Notice that by this point Hannah was no longer on a ventilator, just getting supplemental oxygen through the trach. This is because Hannah spent her days doing cardio-pulmonary rehab and trying to increase the amount of time she could tolerate being off the vent, if only by a few minutes.
if only, if only something could have prevented this.
As soon as Hannah leaves Tricia has sepsis again. Dumb covid patients are taking up HER hard-earned ICU bed!!
A whole day of waiting and they finally get her a bed. The infected line is removed and a midline placed but it’s fucked before they even start using it. Once again they manage to get peripheral access when there’s no other option.
It’s the same yeast she keeps culturing over and over and will never get rid of. That yeast colony is gonna sign the guestbook at her funeral.
Now she has a blood clot in her armpit and had to get a tiny peripheral IV into her finger for the anesthesia to try replace her line.
I am having trouble not making a very utilitarian argument about euthanising extremely infectious humans like rabid dogs. She’s being dosed with every heavy duty antibiotic and antifungal they have available to buy her more time so they can figure out what the shit she’s culturing is actually sensitive to. I hate it.
She gets a shiny new IJ to infect just before Christmas.
Discharged home for the holiday.
Here are her full vent settings if anyone would like to know. Maybe someone will find these useful but i don't have a fucking clue.
Yeah kid it’s real easy to not die of respiratory failure you’re not in.
The kind where it’s not dysautonomia or MCAS, it’s just your face being a little red like many peoples faces get for various reasons.
Yep. Anyone can see what you post. Even some ne'er-do-well you've never met who spends her insomniac nights archiving and writing about the social media accounts of young women who fake sick for attention. For the record, I found this one because a friend of mine who knows what I do for fun got recommended Tricia's account by the algorithm and asked me if I’d ever heard of a disease called “mito.” That was February 25. It took a few hours to do the initial sweep of her social media so I had a local copy to work off, a week and a half of maybe an hour a night to discuss with the pros who helped me fact check, about a day to do an extremely thorough scrape of her entire public internet presence, and by March 10 I was previewing my first draft to a group for feedback. March 12 the final copy started going up on the Farms. I wrote this sentence on 29 March because having a local copy means it doesn’t really matter if I’m finished writing when I start posting.
Marsha the SMA1 patient “trach twin” is dead. Wow sounds like when you really can’t breathe from extremely weak respiratory muscles this is not a fun energetic tiktok dance lifestyle but more of a “waiting for the end” kind of deal.
Talking about her gastric emptying studies here. She had them in 2009 and 10 and then again in 2013, so two before her social media started and one in the very beginning when she was being tight-lipped about her medical care. I’m going to guess the 2013 one was the same time she got the ostomy.
Yeah well, maybe if you hadn't been faking respiratory problems for years trying to live out your Hazel Grace/Claire Wineland/Five Feet Apart fantasies they would have taken you seriously the time you really couldn’t breathe.
It’s her 24th birthday and Hannah came to visit. You will notice perhaps that Hannah’s trach is now capped and not attached to anything. At this point she was celebrating that she could go entire days with a cap on her trach (not a valve, she was breathing normally) and use bipap at night. The only reason they kept the trach itself in was she might have needed it if her disease flared again, which was a concern because she was also tapering off her steroids. But mostly she was enjoying that she was looking and feeling like herself again. Tricia still has made zero progress.
Look at this photograph! Every time I do it makes me laugh!
Septic-ish again in July. They manage to treat it at home.
And she’s off to see her quacks again a few days later. She might not still be seeing Boles as he claims to only see patients up to age 23.
LOL you only have to travel that far because you don’t have a mitochondrial disease or MCAS and any on-the-level doctor specializing in this will be able to sniff you out as a fake. Probably the best place in the world for diagnosis and treatment of mitochondrial disorders is in Aurora, Colorado, which she had to pass through or at least very near to get to Vail.
Omg typical Tricia am I right? Falling asleep and accidentally posting drafts of silly dances!
Oh Charles. . .
When you and your mom get addicted to the attention and dedicated the rest of your life to making sure every aspect of your entire existence is medicalized? No.
If you had cancer you’d actually be sick, lmao.
I mean, sick with something other than the super-resistant biofilms she’s been nurturing for years.
Infection still raging. Posing to show off the DNR bracelet.
Don’t worry, she’s going to be miraculously better in time to ruin someone’s wedding with her pumps and vent.
By the way I found her mom writing a testimonial about this “Nezzie” thing she has all her infusions and vent on. It's not that interesting but I like to be complete.
At this point all she’s doing is screaming for attention from celebrities, trying to get them to engage with her because muh bucket list muh terminal illnesses
Doubt.
Oh god get a new plot line. “I’m septic! I need a new line! Right before christmas gosh darnit! Please pray I’m out for the holidays.”
"YAY I AM OUT FOR THE HOLIDAYS."
Four years on the vent, 300k followers because of it.
Feeling septic again in late January. Nothing grows from her blood cultures so they’re treating it at home with the Afflo Vest. Living out her CF skinwalker dreams at long last.
Because that did not result in a hospitalization she breaks two of her lumens at the same time.
The next day, blood transfusion booty dancing.
No you wouldn’t be because you would have never started this in the absence of social media.
She went skiing. On the vent. It took me a long time and several re-watches to realize that the ski instructor does have a very small ventilator in a pouch by his hip and she’s said before she uses a Phillips Trilogy which is like, 10 lbs portable with a longish battery life. And she is sit-skiing. Still, something just seems so incongruous about this and her stated level of disability. I wonder how many of their sit-skiing customers film dramatic swagger videos walking to the lift before they sit in the sledge.
She makes another explanation video for why she’s on the vent and again the comments are crawling with people pointing out how extremely odd it is that she’s able to speak so clearly without even taking breaks when the machine gives her a breath.
And how she has so goddamned much energy.
Again, real easy to defy the odds when you’re lying about what they are.
She makes it to 25 with a fancy cake she can’t eat. This terminal illness sure is taking its dear sweet time.
I WOULD PROBABLY REFRAIN FROM FLAILING IF I WAS HOOKED UP TO MACHINES THAT KEEP ME ALIVE. Just fucking saying. She has such a hard time getting IV access yet she’s swinging her arms around with her lumens hanging out of her shirt. She will die off the vent but she’s doing sweaty energetic dances that take her breath away and laughing that the vent gets yanked off at least once per filming session.
This time when they go to place the IJ line she ends up with an EJ (external jugular) line instead. One of the lumens doesn’t work right off the bat.
By Halloween she’s back out and back to dancing, now with her bag of stomach goo flapping in the breeze to make people comment that they're sure it's going to fly off.
Oh fucking wow. So remember when they discharged her with her vent and she was silent on all platforms for long periods of time, only popping up to say she had sepsis again and was totally dying? Yeah she left out the part where she went to goddamned Lollapalooza in 2019 to meet that band she’s obsessed with. She even got to stand in a special area up front and away from the plebs. And doesn’t she look pleased with herself. It’s a shame covid put such a damper on her using her self-induced illness to get special attention from famous people. LMAO IMAGINE TAKING YOUR MOMMY TO A MUSIC FESTIVAL LMAO LMAO LMAO.
I’m NOT FAKING!!! Look at all my tubes!!! Would they have given me this for a fake illness??? Yes, lol, as we have discovered. I wanted to believe the answer was no, but alas, just that ceaseless optimism getting the best of me again. You started with GI problems/an inability to eat (in a pre-teen figure skater what are the odds!) and from there your wealthy parents paid for you to see whatever doctor would say it wasn’t anorexia, bouncing through children’s hospitals all over the US getting tubed, then untubed, then tubed again as each one took you at face value and gradually realized you were full of shit. This led to Boles, who used incredibly dubious genetics tests to diagnose anyone who walked in the door with mitochondrial disease then took this back to your local hospital to convince the doctors there that you were dying of a rare disease you do not have. You spent a decade doing your damnest to remain hospitalized and drugged to the tits, including fucking with your central line, dehydrating yourself until you got kidney stones, faking seizures and dystonia, and getting colonized by super resistant bacterial and fungal biofilms, with your disused GI tract falling to bits, culminating in septic pulmonary emboli that required a ventilator and now you keep giving away that you are no longer in need of that. So yes, you were faking then, you are faking now, and after you die, I will update to say that you faked yourself to death. I don't need to be a "mito specialist" to figure this out and I think I've made my case pretty convincingly in these six long posts.
Once again, Hannah is like 10 years younger than Tricia and did absolutely nothing to cause her health problems. Notice that by this point Hannah was no longer on a ventilator, just getting supplemental oxygen through the trach. This is because Hannah spent her days doing cardio-pulmonary rehab and trying to increase the amount of time she could tolerate being off the vent, if only by a few minutes.
if only, if only something could have prevented this.
As soon as Hannah leaves Tricia has sepsis again. Dumb covid patients are taking up HER hard-earned ICU bed!!
A whole day of waiting and they finally get her a bed. The infected line is removed and a midline placed but it’s fucked before they even start using it. Once again they manage to get peripheral access when there’s no other option.
It’s the same yeast she keeps culturing over and over and will never get rid of. That yeast colony is gonna sign the guestbook at her funeral.
Now she has a blood clot in her armpit and had to get a tiny peripheral IV into her finger for the anesthesia to try replace her line.
I am having trouble not making a very utilitarian argument about euthanising extremely infectious humans like rabid dogs. She’s being dosed with every heavy duty antibiotic and antifungal they have available to buy her more time so they can figure out what the shit she’s culturing is actually sensitive to. I hate it.
She gets a shiny new IJ to infect just before Christmas.
Discharged home for the holiday.
Here are her full vent settings if anyone would like to know. Maybe someone will find these useful but i don't have a fucking clue.
Yeah kid it’s real easy to not die of respiratory failure you’re not in.
The kind where it’s not dysautonomia or MCAS, it’s just your face being a little red like many peoples faces get for various reasons.
Yep. Anyone can see what you post. Even some ne'er-do-well you've never met who spends her insomniac nights archiving and writing about the social media accounts of young women who fake sick for attention. For the record, I found this one because a friend of mine who knows what I do for fun got recommended Tricia's account by the algorithm and asked me if I’d ever heard of a disease called “mito.” That was February 25. It took a few hours to do the initial sweep of her social media so I had a local copy to work off, a week and a half of maybe an hour a night to discuss with the pros who helped me fact check, about a day to do an extremely thorough scrape of her entire public internet presence, and by March 10 I was previewing my first draft to a group for feedback. March 12 the final copy started going up on the Farms. I wrote this sentence on 29 March because having a local copy means it doesn’t really matter if I’m finished writing when I start posting.
Marsha the SMA1 patient “trach twin” is dead. Wow sounds like when you really can’t breathe from extremely weak respiratory muscles this is not a fun energetic tiktok dance lifestyle but more of a “waiting for the end” kind of deal.
Talking about her gastric emptying studies here. She had them in 2009 and 10 and then again in 2013, so two before her social media started and one in the very beginning when she was being tight-lipped about her medical care. I’m going to guess the 2013 one was the same time she got the ostomy.
Yeah well, maybe if you hadn't been faking respiratory problems for years trying to live out your Hazel Grace/Claire Wineland/Five Feet Apart fantasies they would have taken you seriously the time you really couldn’t breathe.
It’s her 24th birthday and Hannah came to visit. You will notice perhaps that Hannah’s trach is now capped and not attached to anything. At this point she was celebrating that she could go entire days with a cap on her trach (not a valve, she was breathing normally) and use bipap at night. The only reason they kept the trach itself in was she might have needed it if her disease flared again, which was a concern because she was also tapering off her steroids. But mostly she was enjoying that she was looking and feeling like herself again. Tricia still has made zero progress.
Look at this photograph! Every time I do it makes me laugh!
Septic-ish again in July. They manage to treat it at home.
And she’s off to see her quacks again a few days later. She might not still be seeing Boles as he claims to only see patients up to age 23.
LOL you only have to travel that far because you don’t have a mitochondrial disease or MCAS and any on-the-level doctor specializing in this will be able to sniff you out as a fake. Probably the best place in the world for diagnosis and treatment of mitochondrial disorders is in Aurora, Colorado, which she had to pass through or at least very near to get to Vail.
Omg typical Tricia am I right? Falling asleep and accidentally posting drafts of silly dances!
Oh Charles. . .
When you and your mom get addicted to the attention and dedicated the rest of your life to making sure every aspect of your entire existence is medicalized? No.
If you had cancer you’d actually be sick, lmao.
I mean, sick with something other than the super-resistant biofilms she’s been nurturing for years.
Infection still raging. Posing to show off the DNR bracelet.
Don’t worry, she’s going to be miraculously better in time to ruin someone’s wedding with her pumps and vent.
By the way I found her mom writing a testimonial about this “Nezzie” thing she has all her infusions and vent on. It's not that interesting but I like to be complete.
At this point all she’s doing is screaming for attention from celebrities, trying to get them to engage with her because muh bucket list muh terminal illnesses
Doubt.
Oh god get a new plot line. “I’m septic! I need a new line! Right before christmas gosh darnit! Please pray I’m out for the holidays.”
"YAY I AM OUT FOR THE HOLIDAYS."
Four years on the vent, 300k followers because of it.
Feeling septic again in late January. Nothing grows from her blood cultures so they’re treating it at home with the Afflo Vest. Living out her CF skinwalker dreams at long last.
Because that did not result in a hospitalization she breaks two of her lumens at the same time.
The next day, blood transfusion booty dancing.
No you wouldn’t be because you would have never started this in the absence of social media.
She went skiing. On the vent. It took me a long time and several re-watches to realize that the ski instructor does have a very small ventilator in a pouch by his hip and she’s said before she uses a Phillips Trilogy which is like, 10 lbs portable with a longish battery life. And she is sit-skiing. Still, something just seems so incongruous about this and her stated level of disability. I wonder how many of their sit-skiing customers film dramatic swagger videos walking to the lift before they sit in the sledge.
She makes another explanation video for why she’s on the vent and again the comments are crawling with people pointing out how extremely odd it is that she’s able to speak so clearly without even taking breaks when the machine gives her a breath.
And how she has so goddamned much energy.
Again, real easy to defy the odds when you’re lying about what they are.
She makes it to 25 with a fancy cake she can’t eat. This terminal illness sure is taking its dear sweet time.
I WOULD PROBABLY REFRAIN FROM FLAILING IF I WAS HOOKED UP TO MACHINES THAT KEEP ME ALIVE. Just fucking saying. She has such a hard time getting IV access yet she’s swinging her arms around with her lumens hanging out of her shirt. She will die off the vent but she’s doing sweaty energetic dances that take her breath away and laughing that the vent gets yanked off at least once per filming session.
Babe wake up, new superbug just dropped. Acinetobacter Calcoaceticus-Baumanii Complex, a combo platter of pathogens that is often very resistant to multiple drugs. This is one of those new pathogen complexes that suddenly sprung from the bowels of hell like a decade ago and now is just endemic in ICUs all over the world. It’s a goddamned miracle none of these infections have killed her yet. She's on sepsis bout 50 or whatever, colonized by biofilms and constantly culturing new monstrosities and using it for silly tikytoky videos, forever secure in the idea that she will survive and use this to post more dance videos about how she’s bravely defying the odds. She is, for now, but how many times can you spin that chamber before you get a live round?
Again when she might die they magically get peripheral access she’s been claiming for a decade she no longer has.
JK they blew and she gets a femoral line now, because our old friend candida has returned. 10 days later she’s still a-strugglin.
Oh come on. We all knew you never had any real intention of being on the other side of this relationship.
Femoral line out. Two days later she’s back to tell us that this infection is managing to jump to any line they place. Once again claiming they’re down to possibly her last viable site for a central line.
Either January 2009 or August 2010, depending on which version of the story you’re telling this week.
Even with the line gone she’s still full of yeast. A new femoral line is placed and she’s put back on amphotericin B and voriconazole. Tricia considers that this might be her last round.
On the 10th of June she’s back to say the candida is no longer sensitive to any known drug in existence and there’s only two that have even a shot of treating it, but no one knows if they’re also resistant to those. The blood mushrooms are winning the war and Tricia is talking hospice. If she even manages to beat back this infection she still has the issue of only one viable site for the central line. They're making a hospice plan.
Three days later the new line is already infected and needs to be replaced, once again with a mix of peripheral and midline.
Peripherals blew on the 17th. Infection rages again.
She’s switched to a higher flow vent because her oxygen is low. Odd stuff on her TEE for the first time. Fluid is accumulating in and around her lungs and it’s getting worse. She’s no longer allowed to deflate her cuff so she can’t speak. Once again, Tricia learns what the disease she’s been claiming to have actually feels like. They’re now looking to see if any surgeon anywhere is willing to take her colon out knowing full well the surgery will probably kill her, or if there’s any last-ditch antibiotics they can try that they haven’t already. She realizes what @Aunt Carol said: the bacteria aren’t in on her game. They don’t care about the rules she’s made. They don’t care that she has reached her goal of making the celebrities and sick kids she idolized know who she is.
Was it worth it?
Somehow she has managed to survive multiple concurrent illnesses that individually kill otherwise healthy people. Oh right, I forgot to mention, the drugs she’s on to kill the infection are doing organ damage. And there’s no experimental treatments they can try. This might really be the end this time. . .
NOTICE ME, TAYLOR SWIFT!!! Nothing says "I am taking my situation seriously" like trying to leverage it to get one of the most famous human beings on the planet to acknowledge you. Taylor never does. Also she says this is something she'll never get to check off her bucket list but she already saw Taylor Swift live back in like 2014. She's just not able to go to this particular tour.
VRE is still growing and becoming more resistant. The femoral line is colonized and has to come out.
The yeast is also getting stronger and growing faster. Her colon has GOT to come out if she wants even a slim chance of surviving, but no one will touch her.
ID tells her they’re out of options.
Yet another bacterial infection has shown up in her lungs. #overachiever #gobigorgohome!!!
Was it worth it?
What does it matter what this costs? Tricia’s never had to do so much as do household chores to earn an allowance.
It’s August 11 and we’re still in this holding pattern. She disappears after telling people they’re out of options and she’s spending what time she has left with her loved ones.
And she’s back. 95 days in the hospital and she’s still got the same bugs and they’re still getting stronger every time they culture, her lines are all infected, and she might have a clot. Everyone agrees she needs to be in tertiary care and have that colon out but no one will touch her with hazmat suits on, and her team in Kansas City tells her they’re not even going to bother calling around anymore because it’s not going to happen. They’ve given up trying to save her.
Was it?
Because on instagram you said this was Hawaii in ‘07. The only way this works is if this was very late 2007 and the one post - the only post - she made claiming that she was in the hospital for Easter 2008 was the "correct" date for the GI shutdown.
That would be here, a 2016 post about how it had been 8 years since her first holiday in the hospital. But then that contradicts every other time she's talked about her GI shutdown being triggered by either the flu in August 2010 or an unnamed illness in January 2009. I know it's kind of a minor thing given everything currently going on but [screams in historian].
100 days in the hospital and she’s still in exactly the same spot she was 100 days ago.
Again when she might die they magically get peripheral access she’s been claiming for a decade she no longer has.
JK they blew and she gets a femoral line now, because our old friend candida has returned. 10 days later she’s still a-strugglin.
Oh come on. We all knew you never had any real intention of being on the other side of this relationship.
Femoral line out. Two days later she’s back to tell us that this infection is managing to jump to any line they place. Once again claiming they’re down to possibly her last viable site for a central line.
Either January 2009 or August 2010, depending on which version of the story you’re telling this week.
Even with the line gone she’s still full of yeast. A new femoral line is placed and she’s put back on amphotericin B and voriconazole. Tricia considers that this might be her last round.
On the 10th of June she’s back to say the candida is no longer sensitive to any known drug in existence and there’s only two that have even a shot of treating it, but no one knows if they’re also resistant to those. The blood mushrooms are winning the war and Tricia is talking hospice. If she even manages to beat back this infection she still has the issue of only one viable site for the central line. They're making a hospice plan.
Three days later the new line is already infected and needs to be replaced, once again with a mix of peripheral and midline.
Peripherals blew on the 17th. Infection rages again.
She’s switched to a higher flow vent because her oxygen is low. Odd stuff on her TEE for the first time. Fluid is accumulating in and around her lungs and it’s getting worse. She’s no longer allowed to deflate her cuff so she can’t speak. Once again, Tricia learns what the disease she’s been claiming to have actually feels like. They’re now looking to see if any surgeon anywhere is willing to take her colon out knowing full well the surgery will probably kill her, or if there’s any last-ditch antibiotics they can try that they haven’t already. She realizes what @Aunt Carol said: the bacteria aren’t in on her game. They don’t care about the rules she’s made. They don’t care that she has reached her goal of making the celebrities and sick kids she idolized know who she is.
Was it worth it?
Somehow she has managed to survive multiple concurrent illnesses that individually kill otherwise healthy people. Oh right, I forgot to mention, the drugs she’s on to kill the infection are doing organ damage. And there’s no experimental treatments they can try. This might really be the end this time. . .
NOTICE ME, TAYLOR SWIFT!!! Nothing says "I am taking my situation seriously" like trying to leverage it to get one of the most famous human beings on the planet to acknowledge you. Taylor never does. Also she says this is something she'll never get to check off her bucket list but she already saw Taylor Swift live back in like 2014. She's just not able to go to this particular tour.
VRE is still growing and becoming more resistant. The femoral line is colonized and has to come out.
The yeast is also getting stronger and growing faster. Her colon has GOT to come out if she wants even a slim chance of surviving, but no one will touch her.
ID tells her they’re out of options.
Yet another bacterial infection has shown up in her lungs. #overachiever #gobigorgohome!!!
Was it worth it?
What does it matter what this costs? Tricia’s never had to do so much as do household chores to earn an allowance.
It’s August 11 and we’re still in this holding pattern. She disappears after telling people they’re out of options and she’s spending what time she has left with her loved ones.
And she’s back. 95 days in the hospital and she’s still got the same bugs and they’re still getting stronger every time they culture, her lines are all infected, and she might have a clot. Everyone agrees she needs to be in tertiary care and have that colon out but no one will touch her with hazmat suits on, and her team in Kansas City tells her they’re not even going to bother calling around anymore because it’s not going to happen. They’ve given up trying to save her.
Was it?
Because on instagram you said this was Hawaii in ‘07. The only way this works is if this was very late 2007 and the one post - the only post - she made claiming that she was in the hospital for Easter 2008 was the "correct" date for the GI shutdown.
That would be here, a 2016 post about how it had been 8 years since her first holiday in the hospital. But then that contradicts every other time she's talked about her GI shutdown being triggered by either the flu in August 2010 or an unnamed illness in January 2009. I know it's kind of a minor thing given everything currently going on but [screams in historian].
100 days in the hospital and she’s still in exactly the same spot she was 100 days ago.
She’s been transferred to a new tertiary care center, Barnes-Jewish Hospital in St. Louis, MO.
And she’s celebrating with another energetic Titkok dance. My god, aren't you dead yet? It’s September 15, she’s gotten and infected a new femoral line and Barnes-Jewish is already starting to regret letting her go camping in their ICU.
In October, her cultures are finally negative so they place an EJ line, but she’s still spiking a fever every day.
Because the candida is back. Bonjour!
And the resolution to this whole saga is: nothing! She gets discharged with the infection still raging and her colon still intact to spew more pathogens into her blood stream because there’s nothing anyone can do for her. There's no surgeon willing to cut her open. There's no super secret antibiotic the rest of us plebs don't have access to. Tricia has lived her whole life absolutely sure that she can always be brought back from the brink but not this time. Tricia has just learned what we've discussed in this thread: once the bacteria are resistant to the last drugs capable of treating them, game over. There isn't another one coming down the line, because whereas all those -mabs, antidepressants, blood pressure medications, and diabetes injections that have hit the market in the last 30 years is big business, new antibiotics to treat the tiny few cases of extraordinarily resistant bacteria in human petri dishes like Tricia is not. There's nothing left. It's over. You can blame pharmaceutical company greed all you want. It doesn't change that there is no drug that can fix what you've created. Your confidence in your own ability to survive this indefinitely was charming but the bacteria don't give a fuck about your brave mito warrior social media persona.
She’s verging on septic, her colon is falling apart, she cultures bugs that do not respond to any treatment available to humanity but getting some problem teeth pulled was def the priority here. I mean I guess if the teeth were abscessed and causing relentless pain the drugs no longer could touch then it's a quality of life thing. But it just comes off like she's still so confident that some miracle treatment will come out any day now and she'll be back to her "critically stable" comfort zone.
of course, this dental work sets off another round of fungal frenzy.
She’s back in the ICU. In early December, she almost dies. It was beautiful and peaceful but she’s back now, don’t worry.
Yay! It’s pulmonary emboli again! Was it worth it Tricia? Aren’t you really feeling like Hazel Grace Lancaster and your Augustus Waters will sweep you off your feet at any second?
Yeah just traumatize some children on the way out, good deal. Hopefully this child thinks of it as a happy memory.
She’s discharged for Christmas and septic by New Year.
I hope you weren’t expecting any catharsis from this. Tricia’s still alive and doing stupid tiktok dances.
As of recently she’s just been in the hospital in Denver after she went up to Colorado to go skiing again and crashed from candida overload as soon as she got there but it’s okay because some person I’ve never heard of is posting about her.
...I don’t know why this struck me so funny. I now know so much about this literal nobody from Kansas City who will be forgotten before her body's even cold because she did nothing with her life except turn herself into a human bioweapons laboratory and then stamp her feet and scream negligence when doctors couldn't prescribe her a deus ex machina. But the actual celebrity's name doesn't ring a bell. I had to google to even figure out what she's famous for. The rock I live under is forged of lead and no pop culture may penetrate my sanctuary.
As of the 28th of March she’s still in Denver, drenched in sweat with fungus coursing through her veins and these greedy doctors still haven't prescribed her that deus ex machina.
And she’s celebrating with another energetic Titkok dance. My god, aren't you dead yet? It’s September 15, she’s gotten and infected a new femoral line and Barnes-Jewish is already starting to regret letting her go camping in their ICU.
In October, her cultures are finally negative so they place an EJ line, but she’s still spiking a fever every day.
Because the candida is back. Bonjour!
And the resolution to this whole saga is: nothing! She gets discharged with the infection still raging and her colon still intact to spew more pathogens into her blood stream because there’s nothing anyone can do for her. There's no surgeon willing to cut her open. There's no super secret antibiotic the rest of us plebs don't have access to. Tricia has lived her whole life absolutely sure that she can always be brought back from the brink but not this time. Tricia has just learned what we've discussed in this thread: once the bacteria are resistant to the last drugs capable of treating them, game over. There isn't another one coming down the line, because whereas all those -mabs, antidepressants, blood pressure medications, and diabetes injections that have hit the market in the last 30 years is big business, new antibiotics to treat the tiny few cases of extraordinarily resistant bacteria in human petri dishes like Tricia is not. There's nothing left. It's over. You can blame pharmaceutical company greed all you want. It doesn't change that there is no drug that can fix what you've created. Your confidence in your own ability to survive this indefinitely was charming but the bacteria don't give a fuck about your brave mito warrior social media persona.
She’s verging on septic, her colon is falling apart, she cultures bugs that do not respond to any treatment available to humanity but getting some problem teeth pulled was def the priority here. I mean I guess if the teeth were abscessed and causing relentless pain the drugs no longer could touch then it's a quality of life thing. But it just comes off like she's still so confident that some miracle treatment will come out any day now and she'll be back to her "critically stable" comfort zone.
of course, this dental work sets off another round of fungal frenzy.
She’s back in the ICU. In early December, she almost dies. It was beautiful and peaceful but she’s back now, don’t worry.
Yay! It’s pulmonary emboli again! Was it worth it Tricia? Aren’t you really feeling like Hazel Grace Lancaster and your Augustus Waters will sweep you off your feet at any second?
Yeah just traumatize some children on the way out, good deal. Hopefully this child thinks of it as a happy memory.
She’s discharged for Christmas and septic by New Year.
I hope you weren’t expecting any catharsis from this. Tricia’s still alive and doing stupid tiktok dances.
As of recently she’s just been in the hospital in Denver after she went up to Colorado to go skiing again and crashed from candida overload as soon as she got there but it’s okay because some person I’ve never heard of is posting about her.
...I don’t know why this struck me so funny. I now know so much about this literal nobody from Kansas City who will be forgotten before her body's even cold because she did nothing with her life except turn herself into a human bioweapons laboratory and then stamp her feet and scream negligence when doctors couldn't prescribe her a deus ex machina. But the actual celebrity's name doesn't ring a bell. I had to google to even figure out what she's famous for. The rock I live under is forged of lead and no pop culture may penetrate my sanctuary.
As of the 28th of March she’s still in Denver, drenched in sweat with fungus coursing through her veins and these greedy doctors still haven't prescribed her that deus ex machina.
Hope it was worth it Tricia! Don't worry, I'm sure Kenny and your yeast colonies will have the cutest little outfits for your funeral.
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Ok, now that makes sense. I can wrap my head around morphine being better than 3am shredded cheese.
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@Kate Farms Shill , (because your post is too long to quote, lmao)
I... Don't fucking get it. I really don't. I've followed this thread for years, read your posts for years, and... just. What the fuck?
Without PLing too hard, I was a sick kid, one with an accident. Sure the endless attwntion in pediatrics was awesome, especially when they always tried super hard to keep kids happy, but... does she have no empathy?
Every time I think back to those times, even the happiest ones, I felt immense guilt. Because I COULD enjoy myself (somewhat) while the girl next to me was a fucking orphan and basically waiting to die of cancer. That I was taking up a bed someone in a similar state might have needed.
Even now, unless I am god damn dying I will avoid the doctor or hospital. Behind those cheery colors of pediatrics is misery and a lonliness that I could not describe.
Even adults, in the icu, someone down the hall from her probably lost their family member to something or an accident, and she tries to post herself fucking dancing?
It goes beyond attention seeking, it's straight up main character syndrome. Nobody else exists but her, and others exist to congradulate her. Except even then, people form bonds to NPC's in games (lookin at you, literally all of Dark Souls community) and get butthurt when you attack a beloved one. Think DSP killing the dying knight who only wanted to talk before he died, and how that community ripped him apart for it.
I've met addicts who were more fucking compassionate.
I've seen narcissists that know to at least front and pretend to have human emotions. But this? Are they just straight up broken with no semblence of any human connection on any level??
Gimme the fuckin top hats, these bitches make me MATI.
I... Don't fucking get it. I really don't. I've followed this thread for years, read your posts for years, and... just. What the fuck?
Without PLing too hard, I was a sick kid, one with an accident. Sure the endless attwntion in pediatrics was awesome, especially when they always tried super hard to keep kids happy, but... does she have no empathy?
Every time I think back to those times, even the happiest ones, I felt immense guilt. Because I COULD enjoy myself (somewhat) while the girl next to me was a fucking orphan and basically waiting to die of cancer. That I was taking up a bed someone in a similar state might have needed.
Even now, unless I am god damn dying I will avoid the doctor or hospital. Behind those cheery colors of pediatrics is misery and a lonliness that I could not describe.
Even adults, in the icu, someone down the hall from her probably lost their family member to something or an accident, and she tries to post herself fucking dancing?
It goes beyond attention seeking, it's straight up main character syndrome. Nobody else exists but her, and others exist to congradulate her. Except even then, people form bonds to NPC's in games (lookin at you, literally all of Dark Souls community) and get butthurt when you attack a beloved one. Think DSP killing the dying knight who only wanted to talk before he died, and how that community ripped him apart for it.
I've met addicts who were more fucking compassionate.
I've seen narcissists that know to at least front and pretend to have human emotions. But this? Are they just straight up broken with no semblence of any human connection on any level??
Gimme the fuckin top hats, these bitches make me MATI.
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Witnessing this kind of person, it's their wet dream. It's raw attention with zero expectations put on them other than laying around. All that concern, flowers, cards, and dramatic picture opportunities, and no one asking them to lift a finger, even wiping their damned ass and apologizing while doing it.
At home, the same people get sick of the constant crying wolf, at the hospital, they have to at least believe a little and check. And every night you have a new nurse to bamboozle. Nurses that give a benefit of the doubt because they have to.
The criticism get put on paper or whispered at the nursing station, so they never actually see/hear, and everything is candy coated for their criticism averse souls. The doctors learn to be very cautious with how they speak with this type.
You have to realize the rest of us see the hospital through the lens of actually being sick, and actually wanting to keep dignity and autonomy. They just want to mainline pity and attention, and live in a delusion. It's hell for a normal person for every reason they love it.
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@Kate Farms Shill i appreciate you so much. I can't tolerate reading any of their verbose crap so I just read your narration and look at the pictures. You do the work of God and I hope you know that.
Those pictures of the line stoma above her armpit turned my stomach and my career is based around vile stuff.
Those pictures of the line stoma above her armpit turned my stomach and my career is based around vile stuff.
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Tricia's DNR showcase photos remind me so much of Ren, whose ill-begotten fame came on the back of a faux IV fashioned out of a bandaid and an IInfection still raging. Posing to show off the DNR bracelet.
Tricia is everything Ren wanted to be--only Tricia's living the concrete consequences of her munching activities. In the face of opportunities to walk everything back, Tricia double down (and then some). And as she spirals toward death, it might seem that she's feeling some sort of regret, but it will all be too little and too late.
What a wonderful world.
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@Kate Farms Shill you truly are what makes KF the last bastion of the old internet. Your posts should be published in novel form someday.
Between COVID and the gender bullshit I’ve unfortunately lost so much respect for the medical community, despite knowing many amazing surgeons, nurses and (my personal favs) suture techs. I know how they get crushed under the corporate healthcare system like the rest of us.
Ironically, your posts sort of restore some of my faith. Not because of docs like the Afrin guy. But because of all the nurses and doctors who manage to treat patients competently despite knowing it’s pointless. And they do it while exhausted and dealing with the shittiest people around.
All that said, Tricia reinforces my belief that hospitals are ground zero because of the bizarre and virulent strains of pathogens troons and munchies are speedrunning. It’s not nuclear weapons or environmental disaster that will kill us all, it’s some hospital in Portland filled with the degenerates of society that are brewing up a superbug.
Between COVID and the gender bullshit I’ve unfortunately lost so much respect for the medical community, despite knowing many amazing surgeons, nurses and (my personal favs) suture techs. I know how they get crushed under the corporate healthcare system like the rest of us.
Ironically, your posts sort of restore some of my faith. Not because of docs like the Afrin guy. But because of all the nurses and doctors who manage to treat patients competently despite knowing it’s pointless. And they do it while exhausted and dealing with the shittiest people around.
All that said, Tricia reinforces my belief that hospitals are ground zero because of the bizarre and virulent strains of pathogens troons and munchies are speedrunning. It’s not nuclear weapons or environmental disaster that will kill us all, it’s some hospital in Portland filled with the degenerates of society that are brewing up a superbug.
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I assume she's getting all these superbugs by pulling out her lines and fucking with them? You'd think she'd stop once she started muching too close to the sun and getting actually sick. Is she to the point she's getting infections without even having to fuck with shit any more because she's done so much damage to her body?
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My guess is fucking with her lines (including the munchie standard of intentionally introducing various bacterial sources eg poop to them), plus doing whatever she can to be hospitalized for as long as possible. Hospital-acquired infections can be worse than anything people encounter in normal life, and on top of that she’s been on nearly every antibiotic and antifungal known to man, resulting in her evolving her own superbugs.
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I think she's done a Paige and fucked with and infected her body so often and so effectively that she can no longer fight them off and even if she beats back the infection for a short time, they're either drug resistant
or just too overwhelming to stay gone.I have to admit, the fact that she's hanging in there for so long is very enjoyable for me.
She's learning all the final munchie lessons as she lurches towards death slowly but inexorably. She is no longer in control but is fully aware and conscious of the fact that she did this to herself even if she will never admit it.
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We've been running a microbial eugenics program since the standardization of hand-washing, worst coof/shits combo I ever had was after sitting in a sterile socially distanced A&E room.
My granny (who to be fair her time had come anyway) got finished off by pneumonia, you know who else's granny gets knocked off by pneumonia? Fucking everybody, because it isn't the liver/lung/ass cancer that actually gets you in the end it's the bronchitis ubermensch.
Munchsters never seem to understand this real danger they approach just by being in these literal petri dishes with a medical cross sewed on.
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You would think, but these girls are mentally ill. I really believe they can't resist; the same way failed males act out violence on others, failed females tend to act out violence on themselves.
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do you think they regret it at the end? Isn't it the end goal to be Really Sick so even if it's painful it's psychologically satisfying?I think she's done a Paige and fucked with and infected her body so often and so effectively that she can no longer fight them off and even if she beats back the infection for a short time, they're either drug resistant
I have to admit, the fact that she's hanging in there for so long is very enjoyable for me.
She's learning all the final munchie lessons as she lurches towards death slowly but inexorably. She is no longer in control but is fully aware and conscious of the fact that she did this to herself even if she will never admit it.
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Do we have a complete list of everyone known to have munched themselves to death? I know it's more than Jaquie and Chelton John (though the latter I assume was an OD, not infection).
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I found Trisha’s timeline so confusing (through no fault of Ms Shills’, but my reading comprehension and Trisha’s storytelling just didn’t cut it). Some questions:
What was the deal with her GI tract when she was a tween? Did she really have some kind of issue, maybe some inflammatory episode?
Why all the anemia? Was she bleeding herself? Basic bitch heavy periods? Lying about the whole thing? I get that she’s anemic now what with all the infections and inflammation, but early on?
Why won’t anyone operate on her? In my eurofag country it would be considered a “vital indication” (necessary in order to have a chance for survival even if no sane surgeon would do it under normal circumstances) to remove the colon if it can potentially limit further, possibly life-threatening infections to do so. Or should I just leave logic at the door when I enter the Munch Municipality and assume she’s lying about tout le monde?
Usually when we see these over the top munchies, like Cheyanne, there is at least some grumbling from one or two doctors who are on to their wily ways. Did I miss it in this case or is everyone taking her diagnoses at face value here?
Also, very funny that the steroids made her a dead ringer for my butch high school gym teacher.
What was the deal with her GI tract when she was a tween? Did she really have some kind of issue, maybe some inflammatory episode?
Why all the anemia? Was she bleeding herself? Basic bitch heavy periods? Lying about the whole thing? I get that she’s anemic now what with all the infections and inflammation, but early on?
Why won’t anyone operate on her? In my eurofag country it would be considered a “vital indication” (necessary in order to have a chance for survival even if no sane surgeon would do it under normal circumstances) to remove the colon if it can potentially limit further, possibly life-threatening infections to do so. Or should I just leave logic at the door when I enter the Munch Municipality and assume she’s lying about tout le monde?
Usually when we see these over the top munchies, like Cheyanne, there is at least some grumbling from one or two doctors who are on to their wily ways. Did I miss it in this case or is everyone taking her diagnoses at face value here?
Also, very funny that the steroids made her a dead ringer for my butch high school gym teacher.
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This is what I think, too. It could have started with being lazy with hygiene at home-- she does have an ostomy to deal with, so she's more likely than the average central-line patient to have e.coli on every single surface. Plus she's a teenager and at the time, she didn't know what she was getting into.
First sepsis/brush with sepsis wasn't too uncomfortable, got a lot of attention, and so she either did it again on purpose, or she just never got more serious about hygiene on-purpose-not-on-purpose.
I was serious about this being one of the scary ones, though. Once you start having infection after infection after infection, all these lines immediately colonized, it's like the walking ghost phase where a radiation victim doesn't know they're dead yet. Dancing at her own, years-long funeral, not a clue until too late.
For munchies, self-infection is like a demon pact. At first, it's so easy to get an infection on command. You have incontrovertible lab results and you don't even have to remember to fake anything. There are even antibiotics available at this stage that will clear things right up for you before the hospital gets boring. At first.
But like they say, "do not calle up That which you can not put downe." That first MDRO, that first time the doctor truly gets it through to you what vanco is doing to your kidneys--it's got to be like Victor Frankenstein walking into his bedroom to see his creation standing over the corpse of his bride. You did this, you started this, and you are completely powerless to stop it. It's too late to wash your hands, literally and figuratively. The enemy is inside, it's thriving on the very nutrients in your blood, and it cannot be removed.
I'm no Howard Hughes, but this stuff is really troubling on an emotional level.
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The answer to all of these is I haven't got a fucking clue.
Best guess with the GI stuff was a combination of eating disorder/Zofran/opiates/overbearing mother/attention seeking. Burgeoning ED in a 12 year old figure skater is not exactly unheard of. Mom didn't believe it was an ED and Tricia was, of course, inclined to lie about it so instead of getting put in therapy she got flown all around the country trying to find a doctor who would agree she wasn't doing this on purpose. Prolonged self-starvation and medications like Zofran and opiate pain meds will slow down your digestion like crazy which would make all the testing for motility disorders come back positive (gastric emptying study, etc). The medications also cause wretched constipation which explains the ostomy. The fact that she was still taking pills orally for almost her entire account history (and might still be taking them) gives away that her stomach and intestine worked to some degree and she could probably have been rehabilitated if she had actually wanted to get better.
The rest, your guess is as good as mine.