Hika

My paternal grandmother had it. My mother had it. I also had it. So it’s unsurprising that my daughter could also have it. That ‘it’ is asthma, or hika, in the vernacular.

It was a gruelling time for me (and my mother dear, of course) every time the asthma attacked. During my childhood days, nebulizers were unheard of, at least in our household, either because it wasn’t that popular yet, or we couldn’t afford to have one. So my mother used to put trusty ol’ Vick’s Vaporub in a teapot of hot water and let the steam comfort my nasal passageways. I had to be propped up by mountains of pillows behind my back so I could breathe while sleeping. And the wheezing sound I made! I can’t imagine how stressful it was for my mother that time.

The asthma attacks gradually left me when I played volleyball in high school.

Now the doctor said the Daughter has a mild case of asthma. She was brought to the hospital by the Hubby last Thursday because of persistent coughing, was nebulized for a few minutes, then was sent home. Thank God it's not that bad though.

But I flew to Cebu this weekend just to make sure she's okay. I knew all she needed now was TLC (and Vick's Vaporub?) from her mom.

Hugs, my Iss!!!

P.S.  Oh, and did I mention it's the End-of-Season Sale of my fave shops?
(Hayun, ginawa pang dahilan ang pagdalaw sa anak!) In fairness, her cough went away when we were walking in Ayala and SM Cebu!!! Hahaha!!!

Hindi pa bukas, nandun na kami....Shopping is indeed therapy!!!