Last year, she fell ill during Chinese New Year. This time, with a little reprieve, she suffered an asthma attack ten days after the New Year. The entire family's been sick for awhile. I welcomed 2011 curled up in front of the TV, wrapped in a blanket with my daughter snuggled up to me while I nursed a fever. The virus must have been doing "pass the parcel' as one by one, we all fell ill, including Em. It was late yesterday afternoon that Meg started feeling breathless. She had been coughing constantly all day, and I should've realised that it might be the onset of an asthma attack as that's one of the symptoms but it's been quite long since her last one and I thought it was just a nagging cough. We took her to the GP downstairs who said her lungs were clogged and immediately nebulized her. However, I know that the GP is not equipped to prescribe a course on the nebulizer as they don't have the equipment to rent out nor do they have the expertise. The doctor proclaimed Meg 'much better' after a short course on the neb, which MJ knew wasn't enough.
She was still coughing after it was over and true enough, within an hour after seeing the GP, Meg suffered another attack and panicked when she could not breath properly. We rushed her to KKH, a routine we're all so familiar with. Only this time, we have a baby to consider in the scheme of things and decided to drop her off at my mum's for a few hours and come back for her on our way home. We expected that it would be just a few hours and we'd be back home, asleep on our own beds. Little luck. After the oxygen level in her body was borderline, the doctor recommended that she be warded. I was very reluctant to have her warded, as she seemed fine with no more breathing difficulties for the moment. I had to work the next day and we had to pick Em up...Meg just couldn't be warded! But for her sake, we had to do it and I'm glad we did. Her breathlessness recurred while she was in the ward and her heaving chest was rising and retracting like an old, gaunt person struggling for a breath. She had to have the ventolin puff administered every 15 mins which is a serious situation and was almost moved to the high dependency ward. Fortunately, after one day, her condition improved and there was no need to transfer her. She was warded for three days and missed the entire week of school. Ultimately, health and not wealth is best thing one can pray for. Without good health, life would be miserable.
Old school and new school. (L): What would we do without technology? (R): Ah, the good ole book!
The poor thing...
All better!
Last year, she fell ill during Chinese New Year. This time, with a little reprieve, she suffered an asthma attack ten days after the New Year. The entire family's been sick for awhile. I welcomed 2011 curled up in front of the TV, wrapped in a blanket with my daughter snuggled up to me while I nursed a fever. The virus must have been doing "pass the parcel' as one by one, we all fell ill, including Em. It was late yesterday afternoon that Meg started feeling breathless. She had been coughing constantly all day, and I should've realised that it might be the onset of an asthma attack as that's one of the symptoms but it's been quite long since her last one and I thought it was just a nagging cough. We took her to the GP downstairs who said her lungs were clogged and immediately nebulized her. However, I know that the GP is not equipped to prescribe a course on the nebulizer as they don't have the equipment to rent out nor do they have the expertise. The doctor proclaimed Meg 'much better' after a short course on the neb, which MJ knew wasn't enough. 
She was still coughing after it was over and true enough, within an hour after seeing the GP, Meg suffered another attack and panicked when she could not breath properly. We rushed her to KKH, a routine we're all so familiar with. Only this time, we have a baby to consider in the scheme of things and decided to drop her off at my mum's for a few hours and come back for her on our way home. We expected that it would be just a few hours and we'd be back home, asleep on our own beds. Little luck. After the oxygen level in her body was borderline, the doctor recommended that she be warded. I was very reluctant to have her warded, as she seemed fine with no more breathing difficulties for the moment. I had to work the next day and we had to pick Em up...Meg just couldn't be warded! But for her sake, we had to do it and I'm glad we did. Her breathlessness recurred while she was in the ward and her heaving chest was rising and retracting like an old, gaunt person struggling for a breath. She had to have the ventolin puff administered every 15 mins which is a serious situation and was almost moved to the high dependency ward. Fortunately, after one day, her condition improved and there was no need to transfer her. She was warded for three days and missed the entire week of school. Ultimately, health and not wealth is best thing one can pray for. Without good health, life would be miserable.
Old school and new school. (L): What would we do without technology? (R): Ah, the good ole book!
The poor thing...
All better!
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