Journalist Mamalay - Myanmar Medicine

Soviet women, like women in other countries, wore makeup, curled hair, and red lipstick. Women were naturally beautiful and chose unusual colors to enhance their beauty.

As the Russian gentleman stood behind my chair, untying the knotted hair at the back of his head, I remembered what ICS U Kyaw Min had written about the female hairdresser who cut men's hair in a Moscow hotel in an article called "From Behind the Iron Curtain."

It is also interesting that a man corrects a woman's beauty. After untangling her hair, he spoke in Russian with a smile. I didn't understand what he was saying, so he stroked my head and made signs to me to wash my hair.

A white cloth was draped over her body. She had her head tilted back in a chair, her hair covered with a basin, and she pulled out a hose and sprayed water on it.

He rubbed the soap all over his head, spraying water over it for a long time to rinse it off. Kyawth Shing sat aside and watched without washing his head.

After squeezing out the water, I parted my hair with a large iron comb and combed it, then grabbed a hairspray from the bench to curl it.

I begged him not to pick the skins from the bottle, saying I didn't want to curl my hair.

Yes.

I was afraid that if I waited too long, everyone would be waiting, so I quickly took the comb from his hand and brushed my hair myself.

He gestured for me to do it and took the bike back, slowly cleaning it. I just sat there, looking at my watch. I brushed my hair, cut it, and put a big scarf around my head.

Knowing that he was going to be asked to sit under the table, he said that he didn't have time, that he couldn't sit anymore, that he had to go outside, and that he was going to have to go outside, and he pointed to the clock and answered the big pipe on his head.

He was surprised by what I did, and his eyes widened in surprise, and he forbade me to untie the knot. I didn't understand what he was saying, but his gesture was to prevent me from leaving without drying my hair, and he tied the knot in my hair again. Then he made me sit under the electric kettle.

They started to sit under the electric kettle, moaning and becoming restless.

I was so worried that I would have to sit under the electric heater for half an hour to dry my hair, so I felt uncomfortable. I glanced at the clock, thinking that it was getting late, and I pulled my head away from the electric heater and left.

The old man was left with a grumbling voice, wondering if he should get up from under the stove before his hair was dry. “Old man will be angry,” Kyawth Shing said. They ran up the stairs, tidied their wet hair in the room, and ran back down to the dining room, where everyone had almost finished eating.

There was a little bit of time left, and after eating the poetry, we had to gather downstairs in the hotel to go outside.

The entire hotel was heated to make people forget the bitter cold outside, so the entire hotel didn't feel the cold as much.

As soon as I pushed open the glass door of the hotel to go out, I was immediately hit by a cold wind that was brutally cold, stinging my face and stinging my ears. But my whole body, which was wet, was numb and my head was throbbing. My brain was so weak that it was almost numb. .

The silk scarf tied over her wet hair was soaked with water, not enough to protect her from the cold. As she ran across the platform outside the hotel, her head felt as if it were being pricked with needles, causing her to feel a sharp pain.

Immediately, my nose started to drip so much that I couldn't wipe it away in the car.

My body, which was covered in layers, was cold, and my head was cold, as if a large ice cube had been placed on my head. I watched and listened to the places I had visited that day, patiently and without losing my composure. The cold was overwhelming, the heat was stifling, and Moscow was beginning to feel like it was going to rain.

When I talk, I can't make a sound, and when I talk too much to make the other person hear me, I get tired. If I don't go out to make a sound and stay in a hotel for 1 or 2 days, my nasal mucus will disappear and my voice will come out, but I'm still exposed to the cold every day.

If they say, "Auntie, can't you make a sound?", they just say it's because they're too cold.

I was on the phone, and Miss Samira, the interpreter from the cultural reception team, was asking if she could call the teacher.

I told them that I didn't need to call a doctor, that I had some Burmese medicine, and that I didn't want to say that it was because I had washed my head, so I just had a cold and my voice was hoarse.

I know that I am the only one who does not accept calling a doctor. Even though they say that there is no need to call a doctor, some people in the group insist on calling a doctor, so I insist on saying that there is Burmese medicine. They are wrongly thinking that what diseases they have are the reason they do not want to call a doctor.

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I am someone who has completely given up English medicine. I have been free from English medicine and foreign medicine for about 7 years.

When my husband died, I had a problem. When U Chit Maung Nay fell ill, I had to go to one of the famous doctors one by one. One doctor diagnosed the patient with measles and gave him measles medicine. When that doctor didn’t help, another doctor diagnosed the patient with measles instead of “measles” and gave him measles medicine. The disease spread under that doctor’s care, and when the patient’s condition improved, it was not measles or measles. He decided to take him to the hospital for a brain scan. After being taken to the hospital and a spinal tap, he died.

There were only twelve days from the day he started to feel hot until the day he died. He was so unhappy that he couldn't help but watch his life pass away so quickly before his eyes, and that was when a problem arose.

The problem was, why did the three doctors differ in their treatment of the three types of pain? Eventually, I began to suspect that English medicine was unreliable when it came to such matters. This suspicion was not a mere suspicion, but one that grew stronger as I thought about it.

If, as is the custom of patients, they were satisfied with the idea that “they were treated by great doctors, but their illness was so severe that they could not be cured,” English medicine would not be a good choice. Up to now, if something happened, they would not be able to take or eat any other medicine except English medicine, and whether they would recover or not, whether they would die or not, they would continue to live in the world by following the path that all people follow, relying on English medicine.

The dissatisfaction caused by being spared begins to give rise to suspicion.

When reporters asked, “What disease did you die from so quickly?”, Masa Shin did not give a precise answer.

“I don’t know what disease he died of. One doctor said he had chickenpox, another said he had measles, and another said he had brain disease,” I was not satisfied with the answer I received. If it was chickenpox or measles, English medicine wouldn’t cure it. Only Burmese medicine could cure it, and the words that were said in the past stuck in my ears.

Then, wondering if Burmese medicine was really that good, I started to study Burmese medicine. Whenever I had time, I collected and read medical texts and gradually approached Burmese physicians.

The Burmese doctors I met were only doctors who had read a couple of medical books, tried their hand at it, and then hung up their signs to teach. I was even more disappointed with these doctors than with the English doctors.

My problem is that I am skeptical of English medicine and I do not trust Burmese medicine. I am stuck in a dilemma, trying to decide between this and that.

During that time, I had a bout of diarrhea that usually occurs during the rainy season. When I had diarrhea, I called the doctor and was told, “If I take acetaminophen, it will go away.” I knew for sure that it would not go away all at once, but would come back in the next rainy season. I had a kind of wisdom that had matured from the experience of suffering for 5 years.

The pain was getting worse, so I called a doctor and knew that if I took the usual medicine, it would go away. I was skeptical about English medicine, but I didn't want to get rid of it with that kind of medicine. I wanted to get rid of the pain that would never come back, so I thought about what I could do without calling a doctor. I kept on taking no medicine, and my body was getting weak. Finally, I decided that I would risk my life to study Burmese medicine, even if I wanted to die.

Because of his intense desire and intense research, he met an ancient Burmese physician, and after receiving treatment, his pain was immediately relieved and the root cause was eliminated.

I kept my eyes on the teacher's treatment method, the way it made the disease disappear instantly. I was curious about why this mysterious treatment method could be used in this way. I studied it tirelessly and diligently, and I began to realize the hidden brilliance of ancient Burmese folk medicine.

After studying for about three years, I began to understand Burmese medicine a little. Saw Oo, the editor of the famous journal and newspaper Hitting, was suffering from the plague, so he went in and tried it himself without asking a doctor, and he recovered. With the permission of the teacher, he tried to treat various diseases with Burmese medicine. He treated not only men, women, children, and adults with acute and chronic diseases, but also with leprosy, large and small ulcers, and the healing was interesting.

While I was busy with my work on the newspaper, I also treated my close friends and relatives with charity. When I was studying medicine, I had very little free time, so after finishing my newspaper work, I had the opportunity to study from 1 to 2 o'clock in the morning, and from 2 to 3 o'clock in the morning, I studied without sleeping. For me, I could stay up all night. I could stay up all day for 1 to 2 days. I could stay up all night, and I could sleep for a while during the day. When the newspaper was destroyed, I went to three printing houses all night to print the newspaper for about fifteen days. After the newspapers were delivered, I would sit and work all day.

Because of such a lack of sleep and lack of food, he became thinner and thinner day by day. He was too against the rules and did not take care of his health, and finally, he closed the newspaper office and went away to live. Then, he had the opportunity to study medicine properly. He first experimented with plants, making a living tree die, a dying tree come to life, a fruitless tree grow fruit, etc. He then experimented with animals. He became interested in the principles of chemistry and physics in folk medicine. He also experimented with the body, which was covered with skin and bones, and tried to control and correct it in a proper way.

Only those close to me know about the medical treatment I underwent to make me fat and slim in four or five months. Those who are not close to me may not know that I am pursuing Burmese medicine, or that I have abandoned English medicine, and may think that I am a modern woman who trusts and accepts English medicine.

Since my mother was born, she had only taken English medicine. She did not trust Burmese medicine, never licked salt, did not put Burmese mouthwash on her tongue, took aspirin for headaches, and used Frusac for constipation. She bought and used all kinds of English medicine bottles, such as stimulants, blood pressure medicines, and digestive medicines, which cost a lot of money. People also often got sick. Later, I kept various English medicines in my house. If there was anything in between, I would call a doctor and get a prescription. I thought too little of Burmese medicine and did not use any medicine.

Burmese medicine is a vast and profound field of knowledge. The ancient Burmese people flourished under successive kings, but during the British rule, the national sciences and arts were lost, and the valuable medical science was also included.