I was on Nebulizer to treat my Bronchitis. It was supposed to help clear my lungs which were filled with too much phlegm.By the time Mama took these pics, I seemed fine with it. As long as after it started, the one holding the mask with me didn't move about, I would stay very very still.
Whenever the adults started to prepare the medication and fixed up the machine, I would tap my chest with a help-me look and said, "Pah pah (scared scared). Bu Yong Pah (no need to be scared)."
The first line was more from my heart. The next was a learnt one---the adults always replied like that. I would struggle and tremble in fear, and streams of tear would trigger down my cheeks into the mask whenever I'm on Neb. I only got better yesterday. Mama says it's heart wrenching to watch me in such great fear. But they had no choice. It was supposed to be the quickest way to clear my lungs before it led to Pneumonia.
Another thing I was afraid of was the anti-biotic medication. It had to be so bitter and smelt awful to a kid?! I would struggle with all my might and cried for mercy. Then my parents had to force feed me. I hope this kinda sickness will not happen again.
Here's a clip of me on the Neb---listen to the sound of the motor (it is louder if you're here). Mama was stunned when the nurse demo it to her at the clinic too! You can imagine all the more shocking to a kid like me. Good thing the TV was showing a cute chimp movie and I was distracted.
