HER HEART ALL WRONG.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume LV, Issue 8581, 15 October 1906, Page 6

HER HEART ALL WRONG.

MRS PENNELL, KAITANGATA TWELVE YEARS OF DOCTORING

BLOOD TURNED TO WATER LIFE HANGING BY A THREAD

NO HEART DISEASE NOW DR WILLIAMS' PINK PILLS,

" Two doctors told mo my heart was so weak that the least worry or excitement might kill mo," said Mrs A. Pennell, of Kaitangata, eldest daughter of Mr John Auld, of Lawrence. "For twelve years I was always doctoring, for 1 never had a week's decent health. My life was just trembling in tho balance all the time with my weak heart. When everything else failed, our old doctor up iv Lawrence told me to tako Dr Williams' Pink Pills- and tho way they built me up was something "wonderful. For tho past live years my heart has been as sound as a bell, ami now 1 never have to give it a second thought. Before ho went to England, the. doctor told me that Dr Williams' Pink Pills had saved my life -and there is nothing in this world surer than that. " As a girl I was always healthy enough, but my blood began to go to water just about the time I lirst. put my hair up," said Mrs Pennell. "My face got as white as that sheet of paper. My tips were almost blue, and big black rings came under my eyes. 1 always had a sickly washed out look, as if 1 hadn't slept for nights on end. Ihere was hardly enough blood m my body to keep the life in me. Even on the hottest day, my hands and feet were like ice. 1 started to shiver all over, and the next

minute 1 was burning hot again. At home, they thought I was going into a Decline--and they were always at me to eat ;this or drink that to make me strong. But 1 simply couldn't look at food. I lost all my old relish. Everything disagreed with inc. If I only had a cup of afternoon tea and a plain biscuit, it seemed to lie under my breast bone like a lump of burning lead. Sometimes it was all I could do to draw a breath, with the tight pain across my chest. Twenty times a day, hot sour water used to

rush up into my mouth and make me feel

faint and sick. When dinner time came, I only forced down a few bites, and then had to leave the rest. A sick feeling came over me, and I wanted to vomit. My head began

to spin round and round—and 1 got cold and clammy all over. My knees went from

under me, and my heart stopped dead still The next minute I went down in a half faint too sick for words.

" And, oh, you have no idea iiow my poor head ached after one of those bilious fits. The pain shot through my brain till it nearly drove me crazy. I wanted to scream with it at times. My nerves were worked up to such a pitch that I didn't know what 1 was doing. 1 could not set my mind on anything When I got iv one of my restless niuods, you couldn't keep me two minutes iv the one place. Everything got on my nerves. Often I. was all of a tremble. My nerves were so jumpy that they kept me awake for hours every night. I was fairly done up for want of sleep. Tho doctor told me that that was one of the worst signs of Heart Disease. All night long I tossed and turned in my bed, and got up next morning feeling utterly worn out and lit for nothing. No matter which way I turned, I felt that something was following me. It' I heard a footstep on the path, I thought it was someone with bad news. My heart gave one jump, and then iluttered like mad. I could not catch my breath, and had to grab the nearest thing to save myself from falling head-first.

"All this time, I was getting thinner and weaker," added Mrs Pennell. " From morning to night, I was tired out. I had no life nor energy at all. I always had a nasty uneasy feeling in my left sido as if wind was pressing on my heart. It wasn't wind you'd call a pain, but just a sort of chokine. It was like being smothered. If I tried to do a little housework, I had to spend the next, two days in bed. Often I was too ill and weak to dress myself. When I tided lo stand up, my legs hadn't the strength to hold me. Just in the small of my back, I had a dull dragging ache that never left me. Try how I would, I could never shake oil that all-gone feeling. 1 was as weak as a baby. It was all I could do to crawl about, tho houso. If I tried to go upstairs, I had to sit down before I was half-way to (he top. My heart thumped against my side, and my breath came in short gasps. The fear of dropping dead haunted me day and night. The doctors told me to take things quietly, and never do anything to excite my heart—for they warned me that my life was just hanging by a thread.

" That's the way I dragged along for twelve weary years," Mrs Penuell went on to say, "My life was not worth living. 1 was always taking medicine and paying-doctors'bills--but I went on suffering just the same. At last, the doctor said lie believed my blood was to blame for the whole trouble —and he told me to take Dr Williams Pink Pills for Pale People. The first three boxes made me as hungry as a wolf for my meals—and that was more than common medicines had ever done for me. From that time on, every box of Dr Williams' Pink Pills did me more good. But it was slow work. I never heard of anyone else who had to take thirty-six boxes of Dr Williams' Pink Pill before they were cured

but that will just show you how bad I was. At the end of three months, I was another woman altogether. My friends didn't know me. I was just brim full of health and spirits. Best of all, Dr Williams' Pink Pills cured me for good—for I have never had a day's illness since I left them oil."

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