NERVOUS INDIGESTION.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume XXX, Issue 8452, 17 May 1906, Page 6

NERVOUS INDIGESTION.

MRS MCDOUGALL, "BLUFF YEARS OF MISERY AFTER MIDDLE LIFE IN AGONY WITH HER HEART

CURED AFTER DOCTORS FAILED DR. WILLIAMS' PINK PILLS.

"If it hadn't been for Dr. Williams'_ Pink Pills, I would have been in my grave today," said Mrs Margaret Strachan MeDougall, wife of David McDougall, Marine Engineer, Gore-street, Bluff. " I let myself run-down till I was too weak to get out of bed. From one day's end to another, my head never stopped aching. My stomach turned against everything that I ate. It justturned to wind. I used to swell up, and suffered no end of pain. My nerves were strung to an awful pitch. I dreaded to be left alone for live minutes. Often I broke out in a cold perspiration, and my heart started to thump like mad. I just felt as if I was going to clnko. The doctors did their best for me -but. I kept sinking all the time, At last, my feet swelled up with Dropsy. When the doctors gave me up, I made up my mind to try Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People. They started to do mo good after I got on to the second box—but it took them two years to make me as strong and healthy as'l am to-day. That will give you an idea how bad my case was. Dr. Williams' Pink Pills saved my life- there's nothing surer than that, "I never knew what it was to be one day sick till I. was getting on for 45," said Mrs McDougall. " From that time, my health began to go all to pieces. Ifwas a trouble to get through the day. Somehow 1 lost all heart for housework. Most days, I fell like letting things look after themselves. It was all 1 could do to hold my head up. 1 couldn't have turned out a room if you had paid me. After I had been on my feet for an hour, I was ready to drop with the pains in my legs. My poor back ached from I morning till night. 1 got so weak that 1 could hardly walk about the house. Even when I went to bed I got no rest. Often I tossed and turned till after midnight, if I did drop oft lo sleep, I would wake with a start with a terrible faint feeling. There 1 lav shaking like a leaf, it's no wonder my sleep never did me any good. In the morning, I got up with a splitting nervous headache. The pain was on the very top of my head. Often 1 thought my brain would burst. The rattling of the breakfast dishes made it worse. The least noise jarred my nerves. It was no use trying to keep in good temper, for I simply couldn't. Everything seemed to go wrong. For no cause at ail, I used to throw myself on the bed, and cry my heart out. " Month after month I struggled on, getling weaker all the time. I hardly ate enough to keep body and soul together. Somehow, I never had any relish for my food. Everything I ate upset me. For two or three"hours after every meal, I had a queer uneasy feeling that I can't describe. Even when I hadonlv a cup of tea and a bit of toast, I felt as if I had eaten a heavy dinner. It lay on my stomach like a weight of lead. Then I would start to swell up with wind. You could hear it rumbling inside. All of a sudden, the gas would rush up my throat. Often it brought a lot of sour stuff from my stomach that made my throat raw and sore. Sometimes I could hardiy swallow a bite. Every day I grew weaker and weaker for sheer want of nourishment. "For months on end, I was never free from an aching burning pain, just under my breast bone," Mrs McDougall went on to say. " Then, without any warning, a sharp pain would catch me there, just as if someone had stabbed me. ft was like a cramp in my heart. As quick as a shot, it spread clean round my waist, it was for all the world as if there was a rope round my body, and someone was pulling at it with all their might. It left my side so soro and tender that I couldn't even bear the weight of my clothes pressing on me. I began to think that I must have something terribly wrong inside—and I had a dread of a tumor, or a cancer, or anything like that. But the doctor could never 'find out what was really the matter with me. lie said my blood was all the blame for the way I suffered with my nerves and heart. In the end, I had to lie up in bed and get some one to look after me. "Many times, while lying there so ill, a sort of fear that I was dying took hold of me. My heart was ready to leap up my throat, and I had to gasp for breath. The blood rushed to my head--and the next minute the sweat run oil me in large drops. I shook from head to foot. I felt that I wanted to scream -but I was too weak even to raise my voice. They had to get mo right out of my bod, and prop me up on a chair by the window. There I had to stay till the" smothering feeling eased off, and my heart began to beat all right again. My life was never sate. I never knew what day one of these turns would put an end to me. When my feet started to swell up, I could see by the doctor's face that he had no more hope for me. " As luck would have it, I read about Dr Williams' Pink Pills," Mrs McDougall went on. " A very old friend sent to Fraser, the storekeeper at Lovell's Flat, for some for me. The first box or two gave mo a longing for my meals and, aftef that, I began to pick up. But it was very slow work. Little by little my stomach grew strong again, und I was able to keep down everything I ate. The headaches eased up and 1 had no more of those dizzy turns. My nerves grew steady and I lost that down-hearted feeling. I got up in the morning brimful of life, and was soon able to work about the house as well as ever. Slowly, but surely, the pain round my waist died away, and my heart got sound and strong again. It took Dr Williams' Pink Pills two years to cure me—but then they cured mo for good. Since the day I left them off, I've never had a ache or pain." Dr Williams' Pink Pills don't act on the bowels. They don't tinker with mere symptoms. They contain just the elements that actually make new blood. That is why they are the surest cure for all blood diseases like anaemia, biliousness, indigestion, rheumatism, lumbago, kidney and liver troubles, and skin troubles like pimples and eczema. And, for just the same reason, they are tho greatest help in the world for growing girls who need new blood, and for women who are troubled with irregular health, especially those of forty-five or fifty, when the blood becomes deranged again. But you must get the genuine Dr Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People—price 3s a box, six boxes 16/6, from all chemists and storekeepers, or direct by mail from Dr Williams' Medicine Co., Wellington. If you are in doubt about your illness, write to the same address for free medical advice.