Sophia Martin Facebook ad: “My GP laughed. Ten weeks later she asked where she could…”

Ran for 19 days, from May 7 to May 26, 2026, the last day Crush saw it.
Run by Sophia Martin on Facebook. Crush is not the advertiser and does not verify its claims. See this ad in Meta's Ad Library(opens in a new tab)
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- Meta Ad Library ID
- 1749979319497036
- Platforms
- Facebook, Instagram, Audience Network, Messenger and Threads
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My GP laughed when I told her I didn't think my hip pain was "just arthritis." I was 44. The pain had started six months earlier, right around when my cycle got weird and my sleep turned into a war zone. I'd said to her, "I don't think this is arthritis. I think it's all connected." She'd smiled at me like I was a sweet child and written me a script for an anti-inflammatory. I took it. It didn't touch the pain. It did give me a stomach ulcer. I went back. She ran the scans. No arthritis. I watched her face change in real time. She gave me three new words — fibromyalgia, perimenopause, possible autoimmune — and told me she'd refer me to three specialists, which in this country means an eight-month wait. I left her office, sat in my car, and cried for twenty minutes. Then I went home and did what any woman in her mid-40s does at 11pm: I started googling. And I went down a rabbit hole that took three weeks and ended with me ordering a charcoal-grey grounding sheet made of stainless-steel thread, from a company I had never heard of, because the science was actually real and the 90-night guarantee meant I could send it back. Here's what happened. And I'm going to be careful because I know how this sounds. Week one — sleeping through the night for the first time in months. Week two — stopped waking up achy. My hands in particular. My hands are *why* I'm writing this. Week four — I stopped taking the anti-inflammatory. My stomach healed. Week six — I had breakfast with my husband without wincing. Week ten — I went back to my GP for my cycle follow-up. She asked what I'd started. I told her. She stared at me, wrote something in the chart, and said, *"I want to get one for my mother."* It's not magic. It's not medicine. It's a stainless-steel-threaded sheet that goes under your fitted sheet and plugs into the earth pin of your wall socket — no electricity, no batteries, just a physical reconnection to the Earth's natural charge while you sleep, the way your body was designed to be until we all stopped being barefoot. Premium Grounding backs it with a 90-night trial and free worldwide shipping. If your doctor has ever made you feel like you were making it up, try it. If it does nothing, send it back.
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My GP laughed. Ten weeks later she asked where she could get one.
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