Thursday, February 24, 2011

Small Talk with HRH II

HRH dressed up as a ninja as soon as he got out of bed - asked him for a hug and was rejected with a non-negotiable 'Ninjas don't hug.'


20 mins after ninja outfit, HRH walked in wearing a cowboy hat -
Me: Can I get a hug now?
HRH: Cowboys don't hug either. You can get a hug when I'm regular.


HRH (eating Lays): How come junk food tastes much better than regular food?


After taking HRH to a tea party with me -
Me: So did you have fun?
HRH: No. It was so girly.
Me: Well you went to play in the park so that was fun for you right?
HRH: Only a bit fun. Tell your friend I didn't have fun. Tell her it was girly.
Me: I can't do that. Even if you don't have fun at someone's place you have to pretend you had fun.
HRH: Why? I'm not a liar.


Me to HRH (on 14 February): Happy V Day!
HRH: Happy Vomit Day!


Watching Dubai Desert Classic on TV-
Mamu: A bogey for Tiger put in his nose


Thursday, February 17, 2011

For Heaven's Sake

HRH: What is Heaven?

Me: That’s where good people go on the Day of Judgement. So you must always behave nicely.

HRH: How long do I have to stay there for?

Me: Forever

HRH: I don’t want to live there forever. I want to come back and live in Pakistan

Me: Pakistan won’t be there then. There will be no world.

HRH: How do you know that?

Me: Cos Allah says so in the Quran

HRH (looking up): Allah! Is that right?

Me: He doesn’t answer like that

HRH: Why not? I don’t want to go to Heaven

Me: Why not?

HRH: Will I have friends there?

Me: I guess you can make friends.

HRH: What if no one wants to be my friend?

Me: Don’t worry. You’ll make friends.

Monday, February 7, 2011

A Dose of Bedside Manner

Yet another trip to HRH's doctor today. After the customary one hour wait (thankfully it wasn't as long as last time) we were allowed into the eminent pediatrician's office. Our time slot was to be shared with another family. Apparently at this particular doctor's clinic two patients go into the tiny room at one time.

If you are second in line then you get to hear all about and sit through the first child's illness description, examination and prescription dispensation. All the while trying to scrunch up in a corner and seem as unobtrusive as possible. A difficult task to accomplish when accompanied by a sick and whiny 5 year old who wants to know 'when will it be my turn?' every few seconds.

When it was our turn today, we were told to come in along with a couple who had a baby with them, who looked to be a few months old. While sitting and trying to keep HRH quiet on one couch, the doctor informed the baby's parents about how sad he was to tell them this but their child was brain damaged since complications at the time of the child's birth; he had not grown in the past few months; was not doing any of the things a child his age ought to be doing and how it was with great sadness he had to say the damage was irreversible. All this while my husband and I sat shocked and horrified that the doctor would deliver such an awful diagnosis in front of us, with no sensitivity to at least give that family the time and space to digest such terrible news in private.

The only explanation I can think of in having two patients in the room at the same time is that the doctor's time is so precious that he cannot waste the minute or two one patient leaving and another entering, would take.

It is understandable that doctors do need to be less emotionally involved in order to be able to cope with the pain and misery they see and deal with every day. However to be so insensitive as to not even think it necessary to give a patient the privacy he/she needs or deserves (forget about doctor-patient confidentiality), is horrifying to say the least. Just as children need to be taught manners, perhaps doctors should be instructed in bedside manner too.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

In Sickness and In Health

HRH has been quite unwell for the last week and especially sick since last night. This resulted in
- A frantic morning spent dispensing Brufen and Panadol
- Getting a doctor's appointment
- Waiting 2.5 hours at the doctor's clinic before finally being able to see him
- A panic attack when he demanded a chest X-ray immediately to rule out pneumonia
- An immediate chest X-ray for HRH
- Pneumonia being ruled out thank God
- Another panic attack at an ominous 'might need surgery for adenoid removal'
- Receiving a prescription a mile long
- Gathering the prescribed drugs
- Sorting out medicine schedules
- Force-feeding a very unhappy HRH and so on

During this stressful day, HRH, during the few times he ventured to speak, which did not involve whining and tears, had a couple of interesting conversations with me -

A comment by HRH prompted me to explain to him that I clean his nose, wash his hands, give him a bath, clean him when he goes to the bathroom and so forth. His answer put me in my place when he said very matter-of-factly, "Yes, but I will also do all this when I have a child."

Later when he was feeling particularly miserable with a fever of 104, HRH asked me to ask God aloud to make him feel better.
Me: Allah please make HRH feel better
HRH: Tell him to make my cough better and my fever less also
Me (obliging): Allah please make HRH's cough better, his nose less stuffy and his head less achey
HRH (after a couple of minutes had passed): So is He going to do it? Did He hear you?