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And I'm an idiot, thank you.It’s an MRI
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And I'm an idiot, thank you.It’s an MRI
I too would appreciate it explaining, I can't deduce anything materially different in the normal vs her images.Can a medfag explain what's going on with the L5? Why is it different/what issues would it cause, if any?
I'm also an exceptional individual. Its all just electromagnetic radiation being thrown at stuff to me anyway.It’s an MRI
It’s the same image (insert office space gif here). The first line in the upper image shows where the cord “should” terminate, the second line in the upper image points out where hers actually terminates. Seems fishy to me but that’s what she says it shows.I too would appreciate it explaining, I can't deduce anything materially different in the normal vs her images.
Thank you so much for revisiting her! Not only did she achieve most of the stuff she talked about, she's also probably way closer to actual mental disability than all the other munchies. Usually I just read your commentary, but here I read all her posts as well. She is not just dumb, some of the stuff she writes is utterly bizarre. Like in the quoted post. I get that she is a aggressive vegan, but the comparison between letting animals starve to death and rape basement is pretty wild.
Ahhhhh OK, I'm even more exceptional than I thought. Having now Googled a normal spinal MRI:It’s the same image
"Healthy" at top, "so bad spinal surgery is required" at bottom:
Spinal surgery complications are extremely common. Spinal surgeons are constantly getting sued by patients for serious medical errors (operating on the incorrect disc seems to be a common one), insane complications leading to permanent nerve injuries, promising patients their surgery will cure their condition but it does not help, etc..Knowing the doctors who do this are shady charlatans, there must be someone severely injured by one of them, beyond the results of the pointless surgery.
That's one part of the weird appearance of the L5 disc.Ahhhhh OK, I'm even more exceptional than I thought. Having now Googled a normal spinal MRI:
I think I can see the bulge. It makes a much more smooth line in the normal photo.








Yall remember this bitch. A medical wonder with a myriad of alledged diseases. Formally known as spookyfatbabe or something like that. Pretty sure she and Tess' ex fucked.
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Bonus points: keeps getting aggressive dogs she can't control.I have dyscalculia, a rare bone disease, a rare neurovascular disease, MCAS, POTS, blood clots in my brain, I'm autistic...and that's not all, folks!![]()
She got this rare bone disorder diagnosed a month after sheI first remember having wrist pain when I was seven years old. It slowly got worse and worse. I had double carpal tunnel surgeries when I was ten, but they did nothing to relieve my pain. The surgeons said they could try doing the surgeries again, but, short of that, they didn't know what to do. They told me to wear wrist braces at night and take pain medication, and sent me on my way.
The pain got worse and worse over the years, and both my hands started cramping up routinely and becoming immobile for minutes at a time, which was very dangerous, as I was a dog groomer who handled scissors all day. I could easily cut myself or a dog.
I had to end the career I'd spent my whole adult life cultivating, about a month after getting married. It was a huge blow.
The pain got so bad that I'd sob openly whenever my wrist was bumped. My right wrist was worse, but they both became almost immobile permanently, and still I had no answers. Doctors kept telling me that I must've sprained them, but that everything looked fine in all their tests; I just had severe pain and hardly any movement. They kept wanting me to take narcotics and keep my wrists in braces until they felt better, which they never did.
I had no explanation for the mysterious condition that had left me crippled.
Finally, at twenty-four, I was sent to an alternate orthopedic surgeon. He was extremely experienced and even taught at a college. He examined my wrists and did something very simple. I think I even rolled my eyes when he said he was going to do it: take x-rays.
"The pain's been happening since I was a child, I don't have broken bones," I told him. At this point, my husband, who was supporting me financially completely, had to help me with almost everything. My hands were useless. I could hardly hold a cup to drink or a fork to eat- he had to help feed me sometimes when my fingers and hands would cramp up. I was depressed from the constant pain and even suicidal.
The surgeon went ahead with the x-rays, and when he got them up on the light board, he stared at them for a long time. "We need to do an MRI right away," he finally said. He didn't want to give me more information until the results were in.
"You have Avascular Osteonecrosis in the wrist, also known as Kienbock's Disease. It's extremely rare and beyond my expertise- I'm sending you to a very experienced surgeon who specializes in hand micro-surgery right away."
My head whirred. I was happy to finally have a diagnosis, but scared of what it would mean. He told me that essentially bones in my wrist spontaneously and painfully died over the course of ten years, and broke apart, causing arthritis. The pain was from the other bones shifting and being stabbed by the dead bone fragments.
Kienbock's Disease is so rare that there's not much known about it, and there's no cure. If you catch it at an early stage, there are surgeries that can buy you more time and potentially slow the progression of the bone death, but by the time I was properly diagnosed, I was in stage 3B of 4, meaning that I had two main treatment options: a Proximal Row Carpectomy (PRC) or a wrist fusion.
PRC is a major operation in which diseased/affected bones from the wrist are removed. For some people, there's no pain relief or range of motion improvement at all after surgery. Some people live almost pain-free for up to 20 years after a PRC, but, in the end, they do fail, and a fusion is required.
And although her condition means she can never work again, it conveniently doesn't keep her from doing fun stuff like kayaking or bowling.I'm twenty-five now, and it's been just over a year since my operation. I'll still never go back to dog grooming- the clipper vibration hurts my wrist- but my husband got a huge promotion at work recently, so being a housewife isn't a financial burden to us anymore. I can kayak, bowl, and I don't even notice that my wrist doesn't bend anymore. It's really not a big deal, I adapted so quickly.
Getting diagnosed with Kienbock's as a newlywed was really hard. I threw myself a pity-party for about a week after the diagnosis, then bucked up and did what I had to do to get better. I'm so lucky that I was able to eventually find specialized surgeons who knew how to help me., and that I had my amazing, supportive husband by my side. Our relationship is stronger than ever. Going through all that- him having to help me change clothes and eat and deal with my depression- to seeing the light at the end brought us closer together.
I've survived a lot: a tragic house fire, multiple severe car accidents, abuse as a child, multiple suicide attempts, my biological mother abandoned me, etc. I have a learning disability and other mental illnesses, as well as a very rare, incurable bone disease.
Given all I've been through, you'd think I'd be miserable. Quite the opposite, however — I'm so grateful and happy I spent so much time in emotional, physical, and psychological pain, that I staunchly refuse to be unhappy anymore.
I've had to cut so many people — friends and family alike — out of my life because they weren't good for me. They were manipulative, negative, toxic relationships that I had to realize weren't serving me positively the way that they should. When talking about it with them failed, I had to make the decision to cut the cord.
It was difficult without them at first — I'd wondered if I'd done the right thing, I missed them. But, in the end, I'm so much happier and healthier now. Relationships evolve and change naturally; don't be afraid to let go of ones that are no longer serving you the way they should.
How To Stay Positive Through A Scary DiagnosisThis is point absolutely crucial. While you're advocating for your own happiness unapologetically, it's important to stay grounded and recognize your role in your community. You have passions; pursue them in a way that benefits others, otherwise you could easily become a selfish, self-centered prick.
For example, helping animals keeps me grounded and makes me feel good. Just knowing that through my efforts of volunteering, adopting, and training that I changed even one animal's life is such a rewarding feeling, that really fills me up and makes me feel good about myself. Take whatever cause you're passionate about and run with it until you get that feeling, too!
I'm a sick grrrl. I have a few rare, incurable, genetic bone and autoimmune diseases — the details of which I won't bore you with. So far, I've had a wrist permanently fused, I'm infertile, I have mental illness.. Let’s just say I’m very acquainted with getting scary diagnoses.
It's so easy to slip into a cycle of hating your body when it's not working properly. It's easy to feel bitter, alone, resentful and just all-around negative and depressed when your body is unhealthy in ways beyond your control — all of those feelings are completely valid.
She seems to have embarked on a career as an author, writing such fine books as the Funko Pop Nightmare Before Christmas Guidebook.My social media inboxes and emails are perpetually full of offers from brands and companies wanting to send me their products to promote, or straight up pay me to promote their stuff. This month, I've already gotten around $3,000 worth of free products (a plus size-minded company sent me a king-size mattress and bed!) and $2,500 in cold, hard cash just for making posts on Instagram. I didn't get where I am today overnight, but how I became a plus size Instagram influencer and grew my following wasn't just an accident.
I post daily on social media, and my following is so loyal that, if I skip a day, I'm inundated with messages from concerned followers asking why I haven't posted. I keep things real by talking about stuff that matters to me, and by sharing my life experiences. I talk about my disabilities, mental health, struggles with polycystic ovarian syndrome, and body positivity. I try to break the bogus stigmas surrounding such things by being open about them. After all, social media is such a great tool for making real connections with people around the world. Besides making money and getting lots of free stuff just by posting on Instagram, I've met some of my very best friends on social media! I get asked almost daily how I became an influencer, and I'll break down some tips for you.
I just stumbled across this wonderful article by @time about my rare neurovascular disease #erythromelalgia , also known as #ManOnFireSyndrome or #BurningManSyndrome . I cried reading it; it made me feel so seen! My skin swells, becomes an inhuman shade of red, and gets so burning hot to the touch that it erupts in tiny heat blisters—and no, you can’t cool it down with water or ice. That doesn’t work, and causes severe burns. This condition impacts every second of every day for me. I have a severe form of it that’s caused by my vascular Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. I’ve had symptoms my whole life, but it’s gotten steadily worse over time.
I don’t talk about my disabilities for sympathy. As the author of this article explains, we just want to feel seen. We’re isolated, often misunderstood, and we want people to know that we exist, and how we live. We want to be understood, and for others to be aware of our challenges so they can be better allies. The way those of us with EM have to live our lives is so alien to those who don’t have this condition. It has a high mortality rate because people can’t cope with the pain (not even the strongest opiates offer relief), its lack of treatment options, and the way it alters our lifestyles.
I’ve never come across such a well-written account of someone’s personal experience with the disease. This author is a Yale faculty member with so many writing accolades under her belt. It’s interesting to me that she’s a writer, too, because writing is one of the few things we can do with this disabling disease.
I’m so grateful for my career, understanding husband, comfortable home, my friends and connections made on social media, and the company of my rescue dogs. #erythromelalgia is so isolating emotionally, socially, and physically, but I’m never lonely. I’m happy, I think I have a nice life, but this disease is a huge part of it. Thank you @time for publishing this article.I’ll link to it in my stories.
It’s National Wheelchair Day
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I’m a power wheelchair user. There are so many reasons people may use one. I need mine because of my Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome; my vEDS and its vascular comorbidities that are triggered by exercise (including just walking); because of the deterioration of my joints due to my connective tissue disorder; and because of the neurological and neuro-ophthalmic issues caused by my stroke
I use a power wheelchair instead of a manual because I’m unable to self-propel. I’m not well enough for exercise, and bones in my wrist died from spontaneous lack of blood-flow, so it’s permanently fused.
My wheelchair allows me to move through the world safely. It’s a mobility tool that’s restored some of my freedomNormalizing disabilities is so important. We have as much right as anyone else to exist in the world. Wheelchairs are wonderful.
: @colourblind_zebra
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After several months of fighting with my insurance company to get a power wheelchair small enough for me to use in my home comfortably so I can be the full-time user I now need to be.. it’s here!
We still had to pay over $1500 for it out of pocket, even though we’ve already hit our out-of-pocket max for the year. However, my insurance company paid for most of it, which is great!
This will be life-changing for me. My other Drive power wheelchair is oversized, poorly engineered, and extremely heavy. It’s too wide to fit through my doorways, so I was only really able to use it on the go. I’m so much safer and more comfortable in this chair! It’s perfect for me, and—bonus!—was able to get it in my favorite color.
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Today’s our tenth wedding anniversary
Disability can be really disappointing, and we had to cancel our special plans today because my body was just not having it. I had such severe vertigo that my own power wheelchair was making me ill. I’m grateful that my husband is so understanding. We spent the day snuggling in bed watching films instead.
I have two brain tumors and multiple blood clots in my brain, and brain necrosis from the stroke. My brain’s been through a whole lot and doing the best it can. My husband always says that he’s just happy that I’m still here; that he doesn’t mind the concessions we have to make for my disabilities or the constant expenses we incur because of them. I’m grateful to have someone so supportive and understanding loving me
I’m frustrated that we didn’t get to do what we wanted to today, but I’m also trying to be compassionate with myself and my body. Maybe we’ll get to go out some other time. At least we got to spend some time together. Ten years of marriage is a milestone, but it’s also just another day
#disabledlife #disabledandcute #vertigo #vertigosucks #tenyearanniversary #10yearanniversary #anniversary #interabledcouple #interabledlove #disabledwife #strokesurvivor #braintumorwarrior #meningioma #doingmybest
She's a nice change of pace from the usual sheltered princesses and neurotic nerds that usually end up as munchies. I kind of admire her Goku go-get-em attitude, but maybe not the part where she drinks until she pukes and turns into a loony vegan because her animal hoarder girlfriend says so.Sarah-Jean Adolphus, Part 2. In part 1, we learned that Sarah is a not-so-closet alcoholic party girl whose friends are becoming adults without her permission. She bounced around to different cities and jobs, had a few obsessive relationships, squeaky wheeled herself to some surgeries to get the good drugs, and told a bunch of hilariously improbable stories that somehow, against all odds, turned out to be true (her model/kung fu master boyfriend fought off a would-be mugger!) In this part, Sarah-Jean has a big adventure and gets herself in big trouble.
It's not. It's Maddison Nelson, her husband is Max Dylan Siegel. They live at 912 Park Ave in Racine, WI.Minerva (if that's the name she was born with I'll eat my hat)
I agree wholeheartedly! She has done so MUCH in her life. If nothing else, her constant posting about what she WILL accomplish only proves the true power of positive thinking. You too can dream it and do it, so long as your dreams involve vegan lesbian pet abuse and becoming a stripper procuress for the East Coast. She is really a breed apart from the perma-baby munchies. It’s been an entertaining read so far.She's a nice change of pace from the usual sheltered princesses and neurotic nerds that usually end up as munchies. I kind of admire her Goku go-get-em attitude
Once again, J.K. Rowling lives rent free in all their heads. Read new books, Harry Potter came out like 20 years ago.It's not. It's Maddison Nelson, her husband is Max Dylan Siegel. They live at 912 Park Ave in Racine, WI.
To be fair, Minerva is also a Roman goddess.Once again, J.K. Rowling lives rent free in all their heads. Read new books, Harry Potter came out like 20 years ago.
He works at a brewery and they bought that house in 2019 for $149,000.I followed Minerva Siegel for a while; I never posted her in the thread because I was never sure if she was an actual munchie faker or someone with legitimate health issues that just exaggerates her conditions.
Her husband seems to make an awful lot of money for a blue-collar guy with tattoos. He supposedly does something with biohazard waste disposal at a major corporation. They have a gorgeous restored Victorian home and she enjoys every comfort, including an electric wheelchair, a fully equipped van, expensive makeup and perfume (which, wouldn’t that aggravate her autoimmune conditions?), dinners out, and an endless parade of hideous dogs that all have expensive health problems. Her story has been consistent in terms of her illnesses and she doesn’t go to extremes like a lot of the munchies here do, but her house is full of narrow stairways and in no way friendly to someone who needs a wheelchair. She’s also lost a ton of weight since I stopped following her, so I suspect she’s on GLP-1s like all the plus-size influencers. I don’t know how much she makes as an influencer or an author, but she credits her husband’s good salary and benefits with her ability toenable her munchingreceive excellent medical care.
i love the idea that she is taking 4 hours of naps a day because of 'autistic burnout' rather than the massive amounts of sedative medication shes taking.Allyson got a FND diagnosis and is trying to make it sound tragic. Poor Allyson, forced to play medical whale a mole.
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She's somehow conned a therapist into spending eight hours a week at her house because she's too autistic to go anywhere (except Starbucks or restaurants). I don't really understand how she's getting this paid for.
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And she continues to take bafflingly egg-like selfies.
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