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In which I plug my nose, get a big glass of water, and swallow.

You know it's a bad sign when:
1) Your mother gets you an herbal supplement to help "regulate your cycle"
2) She warns you beforehand to take it with something that has a really strong taste to mask the pill's taste.
3) The active ingredient is called "Chaste Berry" (What does that even mean...?)
4) The pills are poop-colored.
5) You open the pill bottle a foot away from your face and still almost gag from the smell.

Oh, the things I do for hormonal balance.

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  1. Chaste Berry. It helps keep you chaste much like the chastity bar in couches and the chastity line in apartments within the BYU radius. Duh.

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  2. oh yeah...I am so familiar with your currently assigned torture. Best of luck. Eating something like bread or crackers right afterwards is the best way I have found of fighting gag reflux. Yay for being girls!

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  3. I'd have to agree with Whitney on this one...

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