How to permanently eliminate varicose veins: a remedy that isn’t talked about on TV helped me.
It all started with a harmless spider vein, which appeared in the first trimester of pregnancy. My belly grew, and with it my weight. Incidentally, during this time I gained a significant amount—about 20 kilos. It was difficult to move. My legs ached and swollen, and closer to delivery, they were covered with a mesh of blue-brown veins, at least like playing tic-tac-toe.
The doctor I trusted said they were varicose veins, and one in two pregnant women suffers from them. This is our female physiology. The ointments he recommended barely helped. The effect was weak. Compression stockings lessened the pain, but not for long. The veins were also swollen.
When Diego was born, I had to put my illnesses aside. My son was very restless, my husband was at work, and I was exhausted. The baby gave me no respite at all; he was always in my arms. Then he grew up, started crawling, and it became even more difficult. Before you know it, he’s already testing the litter in the cat litter box or his daddy’s shoes. I used to spend all day pacing, and at night I could barely move.
I couldn’t sleep at night, doubled over in pain, as if my legs were being cauterized with a hot iron. And if we didn’t go for a walk in the park, I couldn’t sleep because of the guilt. What kind of mother is this… incomplete.
Back then, I didn’t have a single skirt in my wardrobe, although my figure allowed me to even wear a miniskirt (I got back in shape quickly, thanks to genetics and my active son). I was terribly embarrassed about my legs, which were covered in knots and blue bumps, and I hid them under my pants.
As I suspected, the clinic didn’t give me any good news. I stopped taking care of myself… My veins were in bad shape. The doctor recommended I go to a hospital to have the varicose veins removed. And after the operation, you have to hope for a miracle. Because there are no guarantees. A relapse can happen at any time.
With that perspective, my world fell apart. You risk your health, you submit to the surgeon’s knife, and there are no guarantees.
My husband and I had a long conversation about the subject. In the end, we decided to postpone the operation and try to find a cure. We asked acquaintances for information. A colleague of my husband’s told me that his mother had been cured by a hereditary healer. He gave him a rough outline of where to find her.
We made a long journey (600 km one way), but we couldn’t meet the healer: the old woman had already died. Since she had no children, she shared her knowledge with a neighbor. She told us that horse chestnut, wormwood, and chamomile would heal my veins.
Back home, I searched the internet for remedies containing these plants. It turned out that both these and other varicose vein remedies are in the cream.
Veniselle. She asks for it. And for good reason! The old woman wasn’t wrong!
After only two days of use Veniselle I felt something tickling my shins. It’s hard to describe, like ants running around. And at the same time, the swelling disappeared.
After a week, my legs stopped hurting, even when I pressed on the varicose veins. The weight on my legs disappeared, and walking was much easier. It was as if I were floating on air.
The long walks in the park, which my son loves so much, were a joy for both of us. We could run until nightfall!
I can’t say it was fast, but it helped, and my legs got back in shape. The lumps have dissolved. My veins have cleared up. The spider veins are gone, and I can wear miniskirts and dresses again. It took two months and three tubes of
Veniselle
PS: At the time of writing this post, it’s been about 8 months and I haven’t had a single varicose vein! I hope it stays that way.
