We had to skip all the visiting to bring Joshua to a clinic in Marine Parade that was opened through the holidays, and the poor boy had to use a nebulizer for the first time in his life.
Daddy hummed Josh’s favourite song “Viva La Vida” and the boy strummed his air-guitar to pass time. I asked him if he would like to take a photo of himself wearing the “Martian Mask”. (The doc had called it that in a bid to get Josh to play the “spaceman game”. Really nice doctor, I must say.)
There was no fuss, no struggle, and it was over soon enough. Back home, we’re still fighting the same battle of him not taking his meds. He hasn’t eaten a morsel of food for over 24 hours, fearing that he would puke it out while coughing. 😦 He’s still very much open to the idea of paracetamol suppositories though. Thank God.