The Singulair Dilemma: A breath of fresh air or Uncertain breaths?


I have been an asthma sufferer for as long as I remember. My first acute attack was when I was around 4 during Chinese New Year. I was having fun playing with firecrackers with my cousins and siblings when I suddenly felt that I couldn’t breath. In fact, I started to wheeze.

So my life has been pretty medicated with pills, puffs, powders, steroids, liquids and nebulizers. Having to carry my blue Ventolin Inhaler everywhere I went was a stigma. I couldn’t go without my Inhaler as I did often start to wheeze. Although I started to swim regularly to help my lungs, I still carried that stigma and being the only one among my friends/classmates to have asthma didn’t help.

 

There are 2 paths in an asthmatics life, neither which you can choose from,
Get plagued your entire life whether seriously or occasionally. It becomes dormant thus making you think that you’re cured BUT comes back with a vengeance; often causing death like in the case of Teresa Teng (the Taiwanese Singer).
Path 1 is the one I am on. I now have to carry not only the blue Ventolin Inhaler but also take the brown Pulmicort Turbohaler twice a day. All of which are costly; Ventolin – RM20 and Pulmicort – RM81.50; and one of them are not readily available in every pharmacy.
This year, I have been sick with the flu rather often and couldn’t exercise as often as I did last year. Exercise helps keep Asthma at bay. Madame Flu visited me almost on a monthly basis this year. The dirty air filled with allergens didn’t help me either. It was then a pharmacist recommended me a drug called Singulair; a once daily 10mg drug. This was a miracle drug because I could breathe easy for the first time in months. I had purchased a strip of 7 pills for RM36. After 3-4 days of being on Singulair that I felt the side effects. My throat was often dry, tongue was swollen and my mood became somewhat negative. I stopped taking it after the 6th pill and felt like my normal self again after a few days. Out of curiosity, I started to research on Singulair and found some terrifying information.
The side effects of Singulair are aplenty and some ex-users and families of users have adamantly campaigned against the drug. The FDA also carried out their own investigation into it. It seems that Singulair causes depression and all the other symptoms I have. There are some who have committed suicide driven by their drug-induced depression. These were statements from parents and families. I do not doubt them. I was on the drug for 3-4 days and I felt the effects so what more for those who’ve been on Singulair for years. The FDA later sided with the drug company to state that there wasn’t enough evidence to state that Singulair caused those deaths.
My dilemma is now for me to choose a life where my breathing is congested or a potentially shortened life where I can breathe easy…. It is not easy to choose.

FDA probes suicide link to Singulair

Families Say Merk\’s Singulair Changed Their Kids

 



Salty Popcorn


The cinemas at GSC now serve salty popcorn. I am one for the salty buttery kind rather than the sweet caramel ones that you get in all the cinemas and supermarkets in Msia. I hadn’t had this sort of popcorn ever since I retired from scholarly life down under; so you could probably imagine my absolute delight!

The first few times I had it, I ordered a small order and went into the cinema for a movie but soon came running out to get another larger box of it! I didn’t care that the movie had started or I was missing out on the scenes! The taste of buttery popcorn was truly nostalgic… *Droool…*

On movie day this week, Bosscat and I went to watch Harry Potter 7. Was lining up at the concession counters awaiting my turn. Waiting patiently for the nice salty and buttery crunch to stuff my mouth with. *lol* When it came my turn I ordered;

Lizzy: Can I have one medium Salty Popcorn, one mineral water, one Mister Potato Chips and one medium coke, please?
Counter dude: So… One medium Salty Popcorn, one mineral water – cold or normal?
Lizzy: Cold please.
Counter dude: One mineral water cold, Mister Potato and medium coke….
*Counter dude and his minions help assemble the order as he punches in the order*
Counter dude: That will be $$$$
*Lizzy pays and leaves*

As I was leaving, I heard the lady was lining up behind me convey her order.

Lady: Aaarr…. One medium popcorn. I want sweet one.

I didn’t bother to listen to the rest of the order but just burst out laughing. Don’t think the lady knew that I was laughing at her. She looks like a mom who was bringing her 3 kids aged between 9 to 14 to watch a movie. Probably she’s not a movie regular either so I excuse her for her silliness.

In this country, when you order a popcorn at a cinema’s snack counter, you would normally get the caramel types. Just a little FYI…

Now I’m craving salty popcorn again! Aaargh…



Ramadan goes astray


Bosscat told me about these some racist Ramadan adverts over drinks. She commented the same comment as many other forums and bloggers; “TV8′s Ramadan advertisement is RACIST.” After watching the video, I do deem that it is racist and utterly inappropriate. The idea and production of the video was definitely borne of a Malay mind or the very least of a radical Muslim mind. I am not trying to condemn any Malays or Muslims in this post. Do bear in mind that every article, publication and video has a signature. This underlying signature is able give an insight to the mind of the creator or author. It’s like how one is able to know whether a house or car has a Chinese or Malay owner. There are visible signs.

I was told by senior Malay Muslims that Ramadan is actually not only a cleansing month but a month that actually tests one’s will and faith. These men told me that there would be temptations along the days of fast but it is up to the person himself to not sin in his mind and heart. Moreover, it was always reinforced in my mind that life is suppose to continue as normal during Ramadan except you have your meals between dusk and dawn instead of dawn to dusk.
Call me inconsiderate if you will but these videos connote that most of our fellow Malay Msians are need to be shielded in a bubble in order for them not to sin. The adverts also connote that non-Muslims, mainly the food greedy Chinese are the ones who behave inappropriately and cause others to sin. In fact, if I were a undergoing a strict diet, lent or a fast, I’d like someone to eat in front of me and see if I’d be tempted or envious.
The depiction of the Chinese girls behaviour in the advert is way off by a mile. Yes, the Lalas might behave as typical airheads but I do think that they wouldn’t behave like that. Bosscat also mentioned that whenever she goes to a Pasar Ramadan or Ramadan Market, she doesn’t eat the food instantly after purchasing it. That’s true in my part too as I’d always buy it and bring it home to share it with my family in the privacy of my own home.
There’s also the part of dressing in revealing clothing; let me first say that I’ve seen Malays and Muslims themselves dressed in these such attires like spaghetti strap tops, tight outfits, etc when they shop at a Pasar Ramadan. Tell me, is it inappropriate for non-Muslims to dress like that when Muslims themselves dress as such? Are they going to ban an Indian lady dressed in her traditional Sari from going into the Pasar Ramadan? Isn’t Ramadan supposed to be a month of abstinence and a test to see if you as a Muslim will lust sexually and are able to block it out of your mind and heart? Ramadan is a month of abstinence so its a good test.
A tried and tested person stands the test of pressure far better than ones who’ve been shielded from adversity. I am not sure who’ll agree with me in this but that is my stand. That is my stand even if you pelt rotten fruit at me and hurl insults at my face. Let’s think about it, we (the non-Muslim community) have been told to be considerate of our Muslim countrymen but when will we see Muslims in Msia be more considerate towards us?
p/s – why is it that only Malaysia sets such a ridiculous strict rule about Ramadan when all the other Muslim countries do not have such laws. In fact, it is in this country that the Muslims handle haram things and the hotels serve pork bacon (instead of beef bacon) next to the other food.
Note: The advert has been removed from youtube and other sites. Probably not a copyright issue as they claim but more than that. But let me give a little snippet of what the advert is about.
Part 1 – A Chinese girl goes to the Ramadan market, she sees some food and starts talking obnoxiously about how delicious the food is in front of the Malay aunty who sells it.
Part 2 – The same Chinese girl goes to the same place and stops at a watermelon stall. After acting and talking obnoxiously, she reaches out to hug the Malay uncle who mans the stall.
Part 3 – She goes to the market in a sort of revealing sleeveless top and bares her armpits.
In all 3 parts, the crowd stares at her like she is a circus animal and the TV8 announcers speak of how inappropriate it is to act that way and how we should act.


The Crooked Old Lady


There once lived a crooked old lady. She lived in a unpredictably weathered state. She was known as the ‘Crooked Old Lady’ to those who knew her and those who didn’t. She loathed yet loved her moniker; the moniker that gave her fame.  Born during the era of the stars of old like Elizabeth Taylor, she lived her life along the crooked coastline.

She adored these the lives of these stars and; the rich and famous of her era, yet was too scared to live that life. The Crooked Old Lady lacked courage, loathed attention but yet she was strong and brave for her stature; and thrived in the limelight. She lived a life obscure from prying eyes but yet larger than life to those who deemed her as friend. For none knew that this Crooked Old Lady was crooked not only in person but also in heart. She was not what she presented herself to be, she was a living paradox.

In her youth, the Crooked Old Lady was outwardly straight. Nature and fate soon dealt her a cruel hand. Time passed and soon her inner waywardness soon translated outwards; matching her inner self with a more suited crooked exterior. She could have averted her crooked fate but she was brave at the right moment. Her friends reasoned and advised her with the straight truth on how to avert her crooked appearance. The Crooked Old Lady did not heed their good-willed pieces of advise; truth be known that she chose to heed the words of another wayward individual. Soon, she shrank in height and turned bitter. Her crooked life and crooked self became unbearable to live with even for herself and those who loved her.

The Crooked Old Lady had mislaid her trust. She trusted the wayward but mistrusted the Straight. Yet as God would have it, she lived a somewhat charmed life. The Straight still saw that not all was crooked and wayward in the Crooked Old Lady. They saw a glimmer of hope that this Crooked Old Lady would one day, in the seasons to come, straighten herself – like crooked palm that rights itself towards the nourishing light.

Picture sourced from Yeungstuff.com



Lizzy is turning older but wiser?


Today marks the day that Lizzy was born many long years ago. Lizzy graced this world after spending several months in a claustrophobic, wet and solitary environment. It’s surprising that Lizzy has turned out the way she has considering those months. From a physciatric point of view, Lizzy would’ve been one disturbed individual to live in the environment mentioned above. LOL

This age marks a milestone for me. Many always say that they’d like to achieve several things when they turn this number. A lot of wishes and a lot of fantasy probably clouded my sense of reality when I thought about my list of things to do. This list was compiled when I was on the edge of adulthood with little sense of how twisted and harsh life could be to a human being. Some I did achieve but most I didn’t. Like climbing a certain peak in the region.

Perhaps now; that I’ve seen a little more of the world, met a larger pool of people, discovered new skills/abilities (wanted and unwanted), uncovered certain passions and realised where I ought to be naturally (but am not yet there); I can draw up a new list that is within my reach and more realistic.

Though this day ought to be a celebratory day for this particular reptile, I’m sorry to say that it won’t be. Why? I’ve to spend today and the remainder of the week attending training sessions and courses. I’d rather be digging graves for the newly deceased than sitting in my seat frozen and bored to death. For some reason, I never fare well in these courses. I’m able to preach and prepare dozens of preparations for any ingredient found in the markets; this comes so naturally to me like how a fish takes to water but am unable to learn the shrewdness of conducting myself when paper is concerned. Those white sheets of paper with alphabets always make me frustrated. I do wonder sometimes if I have Autism. :|

Enough with the ranting, here is to the dual-coloured reptile! Another year and another shedding of skin (and hair), turning wiser (hopefully) and better (gambatte to this!)….!!!

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LIZZY!

 


“I’m different and unashamed of being different.” – PinknPurpleLizard




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