Weirdly, they're probably only working because of the Warfarin. I'm useless at remembering to take vitamins, but Warfarin dosing is important enough that I have a reminder alarm on my phone, so I chug the whole lot together. As well as the serious anti-PMT vitamins (with lots of B-vitamins and evening primrose oil), there's a weird herbal thing called agnucaston which my nice new gynaecologist lady swears by. Given that I'm still perpetually exhausted from the post-embolism effects, and that it's pulled up the jolly old glandular fever symptoms in spades this week, I really should have been growling and worrying people, and I really haven't been. I am cautiously optimistic.