My Fast Remedy

It has been two days I feel like there is a washing machine in my tummy. Imagine that it spins, it swirls and it twirls inside your tummy until the shit is finally ready. Sometimes nothing comes out but some effing words out of my mouth. When the right time comes, it rinses fluid out of my stomach and sometimes I shiver like an old washing machine waiting to be fixed. That is my analogy of what happens to me if I accidentally feed on spicy food, even the smallest of pepper can trigger the dry-cleaning session. 

So those pills are a fast remedy...my seniors in UK need it to be shipped every once in a while as it is not available anywhere in the drug store there (correct me if I am wrong). Now I realized that I am so blessed to live and study in Malaysia, right in the suburb of Kuala Lumpur.