Lately, I have been thinking a lot about food and it’s healing properties. This is partly why I have made the goal to take dairy out of Sasha’s diet, because of his behavior/skin issues. Additionally, both my husband and I have health concerns that we are hoping to figure out. SO all this thinking of health and the crazy things that we do for it got me thinking….And then I randomly remembered THE craziest thing that I had ever done for a health reason. But before I tell you, you have to know that I am very apprehensive about sharing this because it is just down right gross, yet to some it is 100% normal. I do not wish to offend anyone, especially those who practice this type of medicine, but I feel like it is interesting and something worth sharing.
One of the things that I learned while living outside the U.S. is how differently we all (people of the world) view health. Depending on whatever culture you grew up around, we all believe and practice different things. This is something that I would have never known though if it weren’t for my time abroad. Being sick in Ukraine a few times really opened my eyes to this. Not having my typical over-the-counter remedies, I was forced to experiment with different things. I saw a few doctors during my time there and….let’s just say….it was slightly traumatizing for a 22 year old American. It was nothing like I was used to back home.
In one of the cities I lived in, I started to get some pretty bad acne. It was more like a rash and it was mainly around my mouth and chin. Super not fun and even slightly itchy. This was the first time in my life that I had acne. Somehow I got lucky and never had to deal with it in high-school, which I am grateful for, but now I was clueless on how to get rid of it. I went to a nicer store and paid what seemed like a bazillion dollars for some “high end” type of face products. I also spent some money (under the table) going to a doctor, where I was not allowed to speak for fear of someone finding out that I wasn’t Ukrainian. I guess the doctor could have gotten in trouble for taking my money and/or helping an American. So I quietly sat as someone scraped at my face, taking samples for observation.
Whatever they found out under a microscope, meant nothing to me. I was still new in the country and barely understood a word the doctor said to me. Medical terms? Yeah, forget it. Not to mention his scribbles on a piece of paper of what medicine to get and diet to follow. If anyone has ever seen Russian cursive, you know it’s impossible to read, especially written by a doctor. So, not much help there. Money down the drain. At this point I was just really wanting some kind of Proactive miracle to happen, because the fancy shmancy face wash was doing nothing for me. Time went on, face problems remained, and as I moved to a new city, my acne came right along with me.
This is where the story really gets good, so be prepared. As an LDS missionary, you have a “companion”, who serves with you and lives with you, and you pretty much never leave each other’s side. Well one of mine happened to be equally concerned about my acne, bless her heart. As we talked about it one day, she mentioned to me some of the things that they did back home, which for her was Mongolia. She used a word that I didn’t know yet, and as I looked the word up in the dictionary, I suddenly became nervous for what she was going to tell me. Моча (mocha), meaning “urine”. She was slightly embarrassed as well and reassured me that I didn’t have to do it if I didn’t want to. Her suggestion was to take some of my own urine and apply it to my face, much like you would a toner or astringent. AND if I’m completely honest, her first suggestion was to drink it, but we both knew that there was NO chance of me doing that.
When I decided to share this story, I did a little bit of research on using urine for medicinal purposes. Turns out it’s not that uncommon, however, I will say that no matter the fact, it does gross me out. Yet somehow, out of desperation, I went for it. Using a cotton pad, I put some of my very own pee on my face. After a few days of doing this at night, I felt like it helped, but who knows, I may have just been telling myself this so that I felt like it was all worth it. But I stopped after that. I just couldn’t continue, it felt wrong. I am grateful though for her concern and help, as well as the cultural learning experience I had. To some this may be old news, but I can say this method is not common or popular in America. If it was, Proactive would have no hope.
SO, there you have it. That is by far, the craziest thing that I have done for a health concern/issue. Now having typed it all out, it doesn’t even seem that crazy at all…right? Tell me, what have you done like this? To what extreme have you gone to take care of a health concern? Do you think I’m absolutely weird?