I finally made it back to the apartment at around 3.30 am after sorting out the admissions. I was more like a zombie when I woke up this morning.
After sorting out the morning rounds, Anita told me that Irfan couldn't sleep properly last night because of his coughing. Time to take him to the Doctors.
Unfortunately, our family Doctor tended to take Sunday off, leaving his surgery manned by a couple of locums. And this afternoon, the clinic was jam-packed.
I have been waiting for close to an hour now. Irfan looked OK, although he was a bit bothered by not having his iPad around with him. But I guessed, everything would be OK when Daddy was around :)
