[76424] in Daily_Rumour
Neurologist: 1-word test predicts dementia in 10 seconds
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Senior moments?)
Thu Dec 14 14:37:28 2023
Date: Thu, 14 Dec 2023 13:37:23 -0600
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<p style="font-size: 18px;">Experiencing "senior moments"?</p>
<p style="font-size: 18px;">Then you need to take this simple 1-word dementia test.</p>
<p style="font-size: 18px;">According to the renowned journal, Neurology, if you fail this test...</p>
<p style="font-size: 18px;">You have a 95% chance of suffering from dementia in the future.</p>
<p style="font-size: 18px;">This <strong><a href="http://ceoninet.today/7i-W-utgkNNpbC4EaDPLyt3GfESt8IsqFsfXzTzOYCwMOmAw">1-word dementia test</a></strong> is a MUST if you’ve been...</p>
<p style="font-size: 18px;">- Losing your keys...<br />
- Forgetting names or tiny details...<br />
- Or forgetting why you walked into a room...</p>
<p style="font-size: 18px;">Because these are red flags of memory loss.</p>
<p style="font-size: 18px;">And let’s be real, these “senior moments” can turn into full-blown Alzheimer’s so easily.</p>
<p style="font-size: 18px;">On the bright side, over 32,477 adults have taken this test & reclaimed a sharp mind.</p>
<p style="font-size: 18px;"><strong><a href="http://ceoninet.today/7i-W-utgkNNpbC4EaDPLyt3GfESt8IsqFsfXzTzOYCwMOmAw">Take the 1-word dementia test here</a> (before it’s too late)</strong></p>
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