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Good Pills is an international chain of internet drugstores that sell generic and branded medicines worldwide. Their shipping service allows delivery anywhere in the world unless your country has restrictions when it comes to importing medicines.
Good Pills offer convenient medicine buying online. According to their website, they designed their e-stores with an easy to use interface to make it easier to use even for elderlies and nontechnical people. Good Pills is known for their tagline, which says “world famous pharmacy.”
Although a brand name is important, most business owners now know that customer reviews are more important than a brand name. No matter how popular your brand is, a few negative comments can bring it down. However, a line of positive customer feedback can surely bring a business up. This is the aim of Good Pills when it was starting and thanks to their awesome customer service and affordable products, they were able to amass a large number of positive reviews from their verified customers.
A few clicks on the internet for Good Pills customer reviews led us to the testimonials shared by Simona, Kaiman, Alex, and Mark. These Good Pills customers are from around the world, from different countries.
As for Simona, she felt great that she finally found Good Pills and had ordered from it. She said her order arrived on time and everything was packed properly and orderly. As for Kaiman, he praised the website for being user-friendly. He added that his order was processed promptly.
A review written by Alex of France said that he appreciated the wide range of medicines offered by Good Pills. He also appreciated their effort in giving him an update about his order until he got it. For the last review, we found the one that was shared by Mark from Deutschland. Mark loved ordering from Good Pills because it always arrive on time and he never had to worry about customs. He also said that the quality of the medicines he is receiving is at its best.
From these four testimonies, we gathered that Good Pills and its network of internet drugstores are reliable when it comes to processing an order and that they have a user-friendly website. We also concluded that their products are of high-quality because a number of their customers mentioned it.
Good Pills network of affiliate pharmacies sells generic and branded medicines at a very affordable price. On their website, among the things that they brag about are their low-priced medicines (lowest in the web), their more than a million happy customers, and their fast delivery.
Ordering from this group of e-stores is very easy. You just have to search for the dug you need, click on add to cart and complete the order by paying with a Visa or a MasterCard. Upon checkout, you can also choose between Airmail Shipping and EMS Courier Delivery for the shipping method. Airmail is offered for $9.95 while EMS is offered for $19.95. If you reach a certain amount of purchase, you might be eligible for free delivery. Once your bank approves your card transaction, then your order will be processed, packed and sent to your delivery address.
If you want to send your order to your Po Box address, you can do so. Just make sure to give your correct address because missed delivery due to incorrect address provided by a customer is not eligible for a free reshipping. In case you encounter a problem with your order like it is incomplete or is missing or has been delayed for months, you should contact Good Pills support team as soon as possible.
All medicines dispensed by Good Pills are FDA approved and Indian FDA approved. Ordering an Rx medicine from this group of online pharmacies is easy because they don’t require a prescription.
Good Pills is currently not offering coupon codes to their customers. Good Pills understands that coupon codes can be enticing but they don’t feel the need to over promote their website at the moment. With more than a million happy customers, it is enough for Good Pills to offer benefits and deals to their customers to keep them loyal.
Among the current deals that they offer are low-priced medicines, fast and guaranteed delivery and their million satisfied customers. In addition, all orders from Good Pills comes with free pills.
We all want an online store that a service provider that we can talk to if needed. This is what Good Pills wants to practice hence they provided a phone support team.
For their customers in the US and in the UK, the numbers to dial are 718-487-9297 and 4420-3239-7092 respectively. These numbers might not work if you are not within the mentioned countries. If you are outside these territories, the way to contact the support team of Good Pills is thru their ‘contact us’ page.
Good Pills doesn’t support spamming customer emails just so they can introduce their product. They also do not allow making unwanted phone calls for marketing purposes. In order to keep their customers’ information private such as emails and phone numbers, they are using a system that doesn’t save such information during the order process.
Good Pills is one of the most popular groups of online pharmacies that you can find in the market today. It is a Canadian company and they started operating in 2001. For its good customer reviews, the easy to use website, its affordable medicines, and its attentive customer service, we are giving Good Pills a rating of 5.
I am currently walking around with a plaster on each foot, the podiatrist came to see me yesterday. It is partly my fault, as she did call me about four weeks ago wanting to come out and cut my nails for me, so it had been five months since they were last done. Part of the reason that someone has to come in to cut them for me is that due to a birth defect my toes are curled and all my nails including my big one, now have nails that curl and grow into the skin. When I was able to reach them and see them clearly, well I had learned how to deal with them, but now, well even the podiatrist agrees that it is a bad idea to have Adam cut them. The extra week meant that they were in a greater mess than normal, even though Adam had had a go at them with a nail file a couple of weeks ago and she had to take a scalpel to two of them to cut and lift the nail out, hence the plasters. It was my right foot that needed the most work, but as always with my body, it is my left that is now the painful one, there really is some warped thing going on in my body as even when the facts say the opposite, it is my left side that suffers the most. This morning, I have found yet another reason not to walk around too much, as the toe on my left foot is crying out ever time it touches the floor, like a little electric shock. Some things don’t change I suppose, it is still the smallest, stupidest little things that cause us bother, I never once thought that PRMS would leave me unable to do something as small as cutting my nails, nor that it would lead to them being attacked by a scalpel. It really is the everyday things, the things that all of us do all our lives without a second thought, that makes our lives difficult once our own abilities have been diminished and it isn’t our illness that makes us feel disabled, but the million and one things that just everyday life require.
I know that the first thing I worried about after diagnosis wasn’t how long I could cook a meal for, or cut my toenails for, it was how long I could work for, I really didn’t understand just how unimportant work really was on the scale of things that life held in the future for me. I doubt anyone ever thinks about how long they can make a cup of coffee for, or carry that cup from the kitchen to the living room without spilling it. We are all so blinkered by the major things that the minor ones never enter our heads and no one ever sits us down and explains the full impact of what our health is going to do to us. It is almost as though everyone assumes that we will or have worked all these things out for ourselves, but I don’t think any of our minds work that way, we are so worried about our financial positions and staying part of the able-bodied world for as long as possible, that the truths of disability never get the slightest look in. I do remember wondering about how long I would be able to walk for, but I never once sat and thought about the reality of life in a wheelchair and how most of the outside world and much of the inside, was going to become an no go area for me. I never thought about being housebound, I do though remember thinking about becoming bedbound, but as where I might be a for a few months at the most before I died. Somehow in my head all the in-between stages didn’t exist and I very much doubt are in any of the heads of those people who have been diagnosed with something similar in the past few years.
It isn’t until the day you try to do something and find that it isn’t as easy as it was the day before, that you suddenly start to think about losing that ability. I remember in the weeks before I lost my left arm, I kept finding myself unable to do silly little things, that the weight of something would suddenly increase and I would drop it. In fact, the day I really noticed it and started to think, was when we were putting up the Christmas tree. I remember struggling with everything and getting more and more frustrated with it and with Adam, as I had to tell him over and over that my arm wasn’t able to do this or that, as he moved at his normal pass rather than jumping at lightening speed to either catch or take from me whatever was in danger. Hanging the decorations on the tree was a total nightmare as it is very much a two-handed job and I had hundreds of tiny breakable ornaments to hang, plus thousands of decorations for the rest of the house other than the trees and no I am not exaggerating, we do have thousands of Christmas decorations. Over that month, things remained at about that level, with odd things happening and problems that kept reoccurring, even then I still brushed it aside and kept telling myself that I couldn’t possible lose my hand, hands don’t just die suddenly. Even then, I never once thought that in the first week of January I was going to wake up one day and find it totally dead, nor that it was going to take a year to get it back to a useable level. Quite often, even when things are staring us in the face waving red flags and shouting, we don’t see it until it does it’s worst and we have no choice but to accept it.
I don’t know if it is willful ignorance or just the normal simple ignorance of the able-bodied of what life as a disabled person really means in its finest detail, but I do know that none of us have the slightest idea of what lies ahead of us. I used to think that someone should write a handbook on becoming disabled slowly, now, well I guess the truth is that few of us would read it and those that did, would simply dismiss it as impossible to happen to them. It doesn’t matter how many peoples lives I read about or I have told to me, I still find myself somehow unable to accept that most of the worst things I come across could happen to me, just as I am sure many who read my blog can’t see the same things I write about happening to them. My arm did teach me one thing, I no longer don’t pay any attention to the small things I feel or see, I try hard to make mental notes, not always the most reliable way of documenting anything, but I try. Should something happen again, well I can see if it was a one-off or a real change. My list of one-offs is huge and is kept company by lists of two-offs, three-offs, four-offs and so on, I still have to workout at exactly what point it falls off the lists and becomes part of life.
Progressive illnesses aren’t always hard to live with because of the things that you have get worse, but because new things keep appearing, one after another. You keep telling yourself that you are fine, that surely nothing else new can happen now, but it does and what we know, has nothing to do with how we handle it, that has everything to do with who we are and how we handled all the things before. It has taken me a long time to understand why my neuro wanted to see me every year, I used to think that it was because I was in this small 5% of MS patients with PRMS, now I realise it was because although he wasn’t saying it, he could actually see my future. I didn’t know until the last few years just how rare some of my symptoms were, as I was already then displaying several of the rarer ones. From everything I can find to read, I now seem to have them all, but if he had told me that then, I don’t know what I would have done, possibly attended his surgery for a couple more year of nods and smiles as he ticked off all the rest. From what I can see, well my path is now set and with luck the new things will be fewer and further apart, as long as they don’t find some other condition lurking that I don’t already know about. I do know though that there are still a million things that I can do right now, that I won’t be doing in the future and I am sure that some of them, well some will be totally unexpected, as no matter how much I read or listen, simply because I am as human, and like it or not, humans do a very good imitation of being an ostrich with their head in the sand.
I am a bit drained at this second, Jake phoned for his weekly check on my and his calls are getting longer, the longer he is not working. I love the guy, but it really is just too much right now. I am managing to put on that gloss, the “I’m OK” cover, but it is getting harder and harder. Despite everything…..
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Just a few pretty pictures for you today, then I have to get back to slaving over that needle. Yep, it’s true, Xmas presents are still in process here. I’m not sure what happened this year, but the holiday kind of kicked my butt. The tree stood for a good two weeks bare-ass naked before I got some stuff on it, cards didn’t get sent out until today, and at least a couple presents will be late. Yikes! Just too much going on this year, I think, and not much energy left over for Xmas prep.
Next week, I’ll have some pictures of finished presents, but today I thought I would look ahead to post-holiday project plans.
My beloved pink pig flannel PJs are starting to (quite literally) fall apart on me, so I’ve been waiting for the winter flannel sales at Joann’s. Imagine my joy when I discovered the 70% off sale was online as well as in the stores, so I was able to avoid the holiday craziness and still get this lovely red flannel on sale to coordinate with the fun British print I got at the end of the summer.
Finding an appropriate pattern took a bit of work, as I wanted to avoid the unisex patterns (and their weird fit issues). Once I eliminated all the patterns for knits only and the ones that are the classic buttons-up-the-front style (yes, I have a lot of opinions on PJs for a person who doesn’t actually wear them to sleep in), I was left with this:
Not super exciting–okay, not at all exciting–but I think some colorblocking is going to happen on these to sex them up a little. I mean, they’re flannel, so actually sexy isn’t going to happen, but interesting might.
I also had to grab this 3-yard precut piece of flannel while on the Joann’s site, because $2/yard flannel is not something I am strong enough to resist.
I was hoping to make a Christmas top out of this–maybe with a half-zip neckline?–but it’s looking like a project for January right now. Whatever, still a really fun print in the bright colors you need in January.
And, finally, here’s where sewing intersects with mental and physical health. I’ve written a bit about the problem I have with my legs. Basically, it’s a progressive, disfiguring condition that requires me to to exercise my legs (walking is best) for an hour nearly every day. If I don’t, my legs swell, get painful and itchy, and more. And it has made my relationship with my body even more fraught than it already was in a culture that frankly despises fat women.
So I’m trying to re-commit to that exercise program, for the sake of both my mental and physical health. And here’s the plot twist, cause I bet you didn’t think this would involve buying myself some leggings!
I saw these oh-so-fabulous leggings come up on my Facebook feed as a new item in Mary Engelbreit’s online store, and my first thought was, “OMG I love them so much, and they have them in my size, but I could never wear those flowers on my swollen legs.” Which meant I had to buy them, of course, because it felt like a gift to myself, an expression of caring for my body, and a big old FU to the haters (including the one in my head).
Which also meant I had to have something equally fabulous to pair with them. So I searched on Etsy and found a yard of discontinued Mary Engelbreit fabric. This will get paired with another fabric to make a top to wear with those leggings. And I will do my best to keep up with that exercise and feel good in my new outfit, even if my legs are still swollen.
Okay, better get back to the present-making. I hope everybody is having a wonderful holiday season. Take care, don’t stress, and have a great time.
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