How to get rid of varicose veins: I found a remedy that no one talks about on TV.
It started with a harmless vascular network that appeared in the first trimester of pregnancy. My belly grew, and so did my weight. By the way, during that time I had gained a lot of weight: 20 kilos. I had difficulty moving. My legs were sore and swollen, and by the time I gave birth, they were covered in a network of blue-brown veins that made me want to play noughts and crosses.
The doctor I trusted told me they were varicose veins and that all pregnant women suffered from them. That’s our female physiology. Only the ointments he recommended didn’t help. The effect was weak. The pain subsided with compression stockings, but not for long. My veins were still swollen.
When my 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 dad’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 mini (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 expected, the clinic didn’t give me any good news. I’d stopped taking care of myself… My veins were in bad shape. The doctor said I had to go to the 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 discussion about what to do. 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 were unable to meet the witch: 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 cure 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 useVeniselleI 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.
I’m glad I didn’t agree to the operation. And don’t you either. Why take those risks when there’s such a good remedy?
Let my case serve as an example to you: you shouldn’t neglect your health. I know how unbearable illness can be, so I wanted to share my story.
