Thanks to friends who introduced me to the joys of watching videos like this
, I'm slightly obsessed with the amount of wormy parasites residing inside my body...
...which ultimately led to the purchase Zoben
last night at Guardian Pharmacy.
Why Zoben and not Zentel
Zoben (Pharmaniaga) is made in Selangor, Malaysia and cost RM4.10 for 2 tablets.
Zentel (GlaxoSmithKline) is made in Tianjin, China and cost RM7.10/RM7.30 for 2 tablets.
Both contain 200mg Albendazole per tablet.
Sorry GSK, but I just don't trust China-made products at the mo.
Anyway, I got home and downed two tablets with water. Then I started the long wait. From what I've garnered online, it's advisable to undergo deworming once every year, but some fanatics do it once every six months. Me? I've never been dewormed before. Obviously concerns about worms ain't high on my parents' list.
You know the most torturous part about deworming? It's the waiting. I went through the intructions in the Zoben pack countless times and all they described was what Albendazole did to the worms. Very technical and boring stuff. But they didn't mention what to expect when you drop some timber the next morning.
Every time I went to the toilet to pee, I imagined a half-poisoned worm dangling halfway out from my arsehole, squirming furiously and gasping. Every time I felt the slightest need to do a number two, I would ask myself, "Do you really want to go? Do you REALLY want to see what comes out?" Every time I felt a slight tingle on my butt, I think of pinworms going into a mass egg-laying frenzy.
When I woke up this morning, I downed 1.2 litres of water to induce faster bowel movements. After I walked and fed the dog, my lower abdomen cramped slightly. I downed an extra cup of water for good measure and headed to the loo.*NOTE: If you're queasy, please stop reading. If you're queasy but curious, consider yourself warned!*
Ok, now I was in the loo and my tummy was cramping up good and without hesitating, I forced everything out down south. Fast and furious, like a tsunami. NO WAY was I letting any worms cling and crawl back in. Everything had to come out. NOW.
I dared myself to look into the toilet bowl.
There was just... shit. No worms. And no, I was nowhere near morbid enough to do a home fecal test with a stick.
I was disappointed. I was expecting to be grossed out so bad and all I got was shit. Literally.
I think I'll try again tonight.