Primary complex

We had to bring our son early this morning for a Microbiology, as the Pedia who saw him, called it. We brought him yesterday for check up because of his cough and to find out what medicine we can give him as his Isonaizid is about to run out. When he was 3 years old, he was diagnosed to have primary complex and this recurred again now that he is 7. He may have acquired this from our previous maid. In this country there is no such thing as Primary Complex, in fact, most of the nurses we have come across with would ask me to clarify what it means. Primary complex is Pulmonary TB and there are no other subtle term for it here. I am just happy with the way the doctor is handling my son's case. Pediatric doctors here have their own specialization, and the doctor we saw is a Pedia in Infectious disease. She recommended the tests to be done to my son to check if his liver is still okay from the medicines he has taken for his primary complex and also to check the source. 

For this particular test, a small rubber "tube" was inserted inside his nostril, it was done pretty quickly, but because my son did not expect it to be done that way, he cried an awful lot. Right after, I gently explained to him why the doctor needed to do the said procedure as he felt very negatively about it.  We need to go back for 2 more consecutive days for the same procedure. In the end, he understood and am sure he will brave tomorrow's task.

My husband was not allowed to leave the office if even for an hour; he was supposed to meet us in the hospital and bring us back home. So, we had no other option but to take the cab alone... i mean without him. We have been here for more than 2 months but this was the first time my son and I rode the cab without my hubby. Fortunately, when we got out of the hospital we spotted one. My husband warned me early on about the cabs that we can and cannot ride. So after checking out from a distance, I knew I hailed the right one. I told the cab driver where he needs to bring us and asked him "Malum? (i don't know how exactly it is spelled but it sounded that way, and this means "do you know?") in fact i was asking the driver whether he knows how to go there if he says "mafi malum" then my son and I have to look for another cab driver who knows the direction. Good thing he knows the way, bad thing though, is he is one of those "la parfum concentre"  oozing really and once inside the cab did not know which direction to turn my nose lol. If i could only reach down I would have placed my nose between my own armpits haha. It was a quick ride though and was just happy that we got home safely. 

Our family's first day out

Saturday is considered as the country's first day of work, and since it was no longer a weekend, my husband decided to just ask permission from his manager to allow him to take us to IPSA and their company hospital. We left the flat just after lunch and once out my children and I felt the scorching heat. Surprisingly, we did not even perspire that much. There are no jeepneys, buses or any other mode of transportation except the cabs. My husband warned me that we have to be discriminate when it comes to hailing cabs as there are cab drivers who would take advantage and bring their passenger(s) to the dessert to rob or hurt them or worst. We first went to the company hospital, my children and I were again awe struck with the building’s interior and exterior. Everything...the ceilings and the floors were so lavishly designed. It was like walking into a palace...had it not said SAAD Outpatient building outside we would not have known that we were inside a hospital.

We just stayed a short bit and went straight to IPSA to enroll the kids. We were a bit apprehensive because we left during the exams week and we were not too sure whether they would be accepted as late enrollees. When we arrived at IPSA, the kids were sort of practicing for an event which we later found out to be their upcoming Foundation Day. We spoke with the school’s Registrar and as we explained everything to them was relieved to know that our kids shall not be refused but will have to take some sort of exam that will breeze them through the 2nd quarter. Already the children are quite excited. We arranged for their school bus as well and after which ate at McDonald’s.

We were again caught by surprise at McDonald’s the building is separated into two, one portion of the building was reserved for Families and the other half was for bachelors. The family rooms were divided by curtains where families can eat in private. Much to our delight, the soda and fries that are considered as medium size back in the Philippines are regular sized here. Plus you get the mayo for free, back home I needed to pay 12 or 15 pesos to have one small container of mayo (chicken sauce).

I have visited 3 countries, Malaysia, Japan and Saudi Arabia being the 3rd, and every time was a new experience. I hope to be able to visit more countries in the future with my husband and children. It should be exciting that way... to make your children aware that there are other countries, that differs in race, beliefs and culture but build the same dreams like everybody else...