SCIATICA.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXVI, Issue 24, 16 June 1906, Page 48

SCIATICA.

F. W. Cudby, Btr.tf.rd, Too Crippled to Work Given Up by 3 Doctors Bed-Ridden for Months Back in His Old Form Again Dr. WilUamr Pink Pills. “I bad Sciatica so bad that three of the best doctors in New Zealand could not do a thing for me. They could not even ease my pain, let alone cure me.” said Frederick William Cudby, of Warwick-road, Stratford. Taranaki. “For three months I wasn’t able to do a tap of work. Nearly everyone in the town knows how crippled I was. When I was able to hobble about at all, I had to drag my leg after me, like a man with Paralysis. Doctors said I was crippled for life. There’s no doubt that 1 would have been, too, if I had not taken Dr. Williams' I'ink Fife. Inside of two months they cured my Sciatica, and left me as active as a lad of ten. My cure is nothing less than a miracle. “I took this Sciatica one afternoon when I got wet through to the skin,’’ Mr Cudby went ou. “1 felt all right next morning, but towards evening I started to get feverish. That night I was dog-tired, and lay on the sofa while my wife set the table. When she called out that dinner was ready, I went to jump up—but a sudden stab of pain caught me in the hip. and ripped right down the muscles of my leg. I fell back on the couch with a groan. I thought I was paralysed. My wife heard me cry out, and rushed in from the kitchen. There I lay in agony. She had a terrible time getting me to bed. and I never left it for weeks. I stood the pain for three days and nights before I would have the doctor near me. My leg went numb, and all the muscles were pulled tight. All down the back of my thigh was so sore and tender that I couldn't bear to let even the bedclothes touch me. When the doctor was examining me, my wife could not stop in the room and listen to my groans.”

“The doctor told me to bathe his leg with water as hot as my hands could bear, and then rub it with the liniment he ordered,’ Mrs Cudby broke in. “I did this three times every day—but it was only giving him fresh torture. He was getting worse and worse. I did not know where to turn to find some way of easing his pain. I had to keep moving his leg from one position to another. And no matter how gentle I was, he couldn’t help crying out every week. For weeks he lay as helpless as a cripple. When he got up, at last, bis ieg trailed behind him as if it were dead. I never thought he would work again.” “Sometimes the pain was like a cramp, and sometimes it seemed to gnaw right into my bones,” Mr Cudby resumed. “My blood must have been to blame, for the pain was all over my system. The muscles in my back began to stiffen up, and a dull ache settled just above my hips. It felt as if a great weight had fallen on me there and crushed me. No matter which way I lay in bed, I could never get rid of that dull, bruised pain in the small of my back. My thigh was always worse at night. Sometimes the pain kept shooting up and down my leg till I couldn’t get a wink of sleep. Every nerve of my body was on edge. Each day I seemed less able to stand the pain. I was not half the man I was a few weeks before. My muscles started to waste away, and I felt that I was done for. It looked as if I was going to be a cripple for life.” “I called in two more doctors, but they could not ease the pain.” said Mrs Cudby. “They tried the electric battery on him, and spared no trouble or expense. At last, the whole three doctors-told me that Mr Cudby would never be able to do another day’s work. Still, I would not give in that my husband was going to end his days a cripple. I got. him six boxes of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills—l had more faith in them than in all the doctors in New Zealand.’’

“It was merely to please Mrs Cudby that I started Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills,” Mr Cudby went on. The first box gave me a great appetite—but that was all. After the second the pain eased up a bit. While I was taking the third box. I felt so much better that I was able to go out for a few hours one day. A sudden storm came on and I got another wetting. Next day I was as bad as oyer. The agony in my leg was something awful. That took all the heart out of me. I wanted to throw the rest of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills away, but my wife wouldn't hear of that. She said that I must finish the six boxes—so I kept on. The pain eased up again, and my muscles loosened. Every day there was a change for the better. I could feel the new blood tingling tn my leg. Little by little it brought it back to life. The muscles got strong again, and soon I could walk about fairly well. When I had finished six boxes of Dr. Williams’ Pink rills I didn’t even limp. It’s over five years from that day to this, and I’ve never bad a twinge of Sciatica all that time. That proves that I am cured for good.” U U easily explained why Dr. Williams’

Pink Pilla completely cured Mr Cudby’f crippling Sciatica when doct ore’ treatment aud every other means had failed. Sciatic* is a disease of the nerves—and the nerves never become diseased until the blood la too weak to keep them strong and healthy. Dr. Williams' Pink Pills actually make new blood —nothing more. They don’t act on the bowels. They don’t tinker with mere symptoms. They won’t cure any disease that isn’t caused by bad blood—but then that is the cause of all common ailments, like paleness, pimples, skin disease, eczema, asthma, anaemia, indigestion, headaches, backaches, kidney troubles, liver complaint, biliousness, nervousness, St. Vitus' dance, rickets, partial paralysis, locomotor ataxia, spinal weakness, failing powers, decline, and the secret irregularities in the health of growing girls and women which are due to a disordered blood supply. Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills have cured all these complaints, positively and permanently, by striking straight at their root and cause in the blood. But, of course, you must get the genuine Dr. Williams' Pink Pills, made by the Dr. Williams' Medicine Co., Wellington. Sent by mail from this address, or sold by all chemists and storekeepers at 3/ a box, six boxeo JG/6.