Tag: menstrual cramp

how far would you go for good health?

following my last episode with severe menstrual cramps, i decided to start taking care of my health by consuming bak foong pills, a traditional chinese medicine used for regulating menstrual symptoms. they’re supposed to make my womb strong and healthy.

i got my supply from eu-yan sang, a leading chinese traditional healthcare company in malaysia. i’m supposed to take a bottle of this on a weekly basis. i can’t really tell whether it’s working but i’ll know when my next period arrives.

#1 – eu-yan sang bak foong pills.
eu yan sang bak foong pills

anyway, this morning, in a mood for some light reading i decided to check out the ingredients of the bak foong pills. check em out:

#2 – the ingredients.
semen and faeces

okay, at first i thought they were just some tragically spelt words but imagine my surprise when google revealed that Faeces Trogopterori are indeed poop. rat’s poop. flying rat’s poop to be specific.

at this point, i wasn’t so sure about googling for Semen Sesami Nigrum. click the link if you want to find out what’s google’s explanation for Semen Sesami Nigrum.

well, i’m not going to stop taking my bak foong pills, they did cost me about RM90 for 6 miserable bottles. so how far would you go for good health? chugging your own urine, anyone?

Period rant.

I’m at home with a big bag of ponstan. The pain started yesterday evening and hasn’t subsided. This morning, one hand clutching my tummy and the other maneuvering the steering wheel, I attempted to go to work. Alas, at the traffic lights between the turnoffs to Bangsar and Section 17, I decided to make a U-turn and headed straight for my regular GP. I was cramping so bad, I could barely look at my rear view mirror. At this point, I can’t think of anything more punishing than being a girl.

You got to deal with icky blood leaking out of your body every month and to add salt to injury, you have to be in immense pain while at it. Why the fuck? My doctor told me that I should get a thorough checkup just to make sure I’m all-clear. Especially since my Mom has a history of fibroids and endometriosis. I wish that someday, someone could grow babies out of petri dishes and then I could go get a hysterectomy done without any guilt to my parents and future husband. I mean, yeah surrogate mothers and stuff, but can’t procreation be less complex than that? What’s wrong with just having dogs?

Anyway, I’m just glad this didn’t happen during Oasis concert. I’m suppose to have blogged about it already but all I want to do now is to rant about my period. I was about 5 feet away from them (after a lot of elbowing and feet stomping, well who ask those inconsiderate assholes to push so friggin hard? eat my elbow stupids). The concert’s acoustics were perfect and they were sooooo badass. it was perfect.