I Look Chinese

Idlan woke up at 5 this morning coughing and sneezing, an couldn't stop rubbing his eyes. He then suddenly screamed saying that his eyes won't open. He jumped out of the bed, switched the lights on and was still screaming. From the cough, I can tell that his asthma was playing up. Irfan had been having sniffles for the last few days, and it won't be such a surprise if Idlan were to have one as well.

I then took out his inhalers and was shocked to see his face. It was swollen, especially below the eyes. He could hardly opened his eyes, and I then asked if he has problem swallowing. "It felt stuck". A quick listen to his chest. Wheeze. A couple of ventolin puffs, and off we went to Gleneagles.

Four more puffs ensued, and by that time, he was breathing a lot better and started joking. "My eyes look like Chinese, Mum". Indeed it did.

His wheezing was better at the Casualty and I gave a couple more puffs for good measure. No temperature and he had been sneezing non-stop. Antihistamines, eye-drops, inhalers and some antibiotics should do the trick.

He was back at home, and would be missing school today. I'm having breakfast at work at the minute, but this being a Wednesday, I should have a free morning. Might go home and give him a quick look. Still wondering what triggered it.

Look at the Sun!

The weather outside had been stunning this morning, and I'm stuck in clinic at the moment. But fret not, as I have just seen the last patient. I might be heading out for lunch with the weather this nice. Followed by a couple of hours at the apartment, since I have no clinic in the afternoon, plus paper works and discharges had already been sorted. I still needed to do the afternoon rounds still.

Puan Anita had just finalised the booking for this weekend. We would be spending Saturday at A Famosa in Melaka, en route to a cousin's engagement in Muar in Sunday. It had been a while since we had a road trip - the last one being to Singapore. This time around, my parents and Julia's children would be coming along. Julia would be joining us in the Sunday in Muar.

Looking forward to that ....

What Traffic?

I thought it was only me complaining about how bad the traffic was this morning. It turned out that the whole of KL did the same. It had been raining since 3 am and some pa of KL were flooded. The flood also affected some of the main roads, causing bad congestion.

I was tired last night, and went to bed rather early - earlier than I planned as United would be kicking off at 11. By 10, I could hardly keep my eyes opened. I gave up soon after and woke up around 5 in the morning. and it was raining heavily then. As KL tended to jam up in the rain, I left early. I got into the car at around 6.45, and got stuck as soon as I entered DUKE. I finally reached the hospital at around 7.45. Imagine if I were to set off a bit later .....

Even Puan Anita was late getting the boys to school in the rain. Luckily, the rain stopped by 10, and as I was enjoying my early lunch today in Bangsar, it was already nice and sunny. And it stayed sunny until the afternoon.

I finished the clinic and ward round early and set off home before 5, and I was too tired to attend the talk in town.

Me Monday Morning

It had been a hectic weekend, and after sorting out the patients this morning, I had a few hours on my own, interrupted by flurry of phone calls of course.

The apartment needed cleaning as well. And so does the groceries needed topping up. So, morning coffee at Chawan, followed by a trip to the supermarket. My recipe for a nice Monday morning.

Clinic to follow suit later in the afternoon, and if I can muster the energy, there would be a dinner talk going on at Hilton. Very likely I'd give that a miss. Let's see how the afternoon pans out.

Maybe Not This Year

So, it seems like the ribbon on the Premier League trophy this year would be blue in colour. And to be honest, they probably just about deserved it. United was hardly vintage this year, and the loss may actually gorse us to do something to galvanise the squad. We really could do with a fresh set of players, some established World class players rather than those with potential. At times, we lacked the cutting age to be the real Champion.

So, City beat the Toon by a couple of goals. In the next half an hour, United would kick off against Swansea at Old Trafford. Should we win, the Championship would go onto the final day. We then would be hoping that Mark Hughes would do us a favour by making City drop points. But we still have to win the final game of the season ourselves though.