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HFMD ain’t no fun for me

Tru’s down with HFMD.

He woke up with a temperature yesterday and was complaining about having pain in his mouth. We thought it was a just bad throat but we found his mouth covered with ulcers in the evening and a trip to the doctors confirmed that it was definitely a case of HFMD.

In parentland, that’s cause for panicked hand-flailing and large amounts of distress. Not so much because it’s life-threatening but because it’s extremely painful and aggressively contagious. Plus there’s the 7-day quarantine that’s most certainly going to drive me a little mad.

Usually by the second day, the parent starts to display signs of insanity, like bloodshot eyes and aimless shuffling. By day 4 or 5, it will progress to full on crazy and symptoms include straggly hair, hair eating, insomnia and random outbursts.

Obviously, I did the only logical thing and turned to google for help but then I immediately regretted doing that because all the photos that came up – ewwww. I had to cover the pictures with one hand while scrolling the text with the other. Also, trust me on this, it’s not suitable bedtime reading material because you’ll dream of getting chased by legions of giant ulcers and blisters.

To be fair, the H & F part isn’t that bad because the blisters aren’t the itchy sort but the mouth full of ulcers, that’s the killer. I have one tiny ulcer and I feel positively miserable so I can only imagine how difficult it is to have 22 ulcers all at once.

Truett tried to be strong but he would stop in his tracks every few minutes, grab his mouth and cry because of the pain. He couldn’t even close his mouth so he was drooling all day and had to talk like he had a lisp. Coming from the boy who didn’t flinch while taking 5 stitches to the head, it was heartbreaking.

It was too painful to eat so I kept him on a diet of ice-cream, chocolate milk and iced water. By dinner time, he was ravenously hungry and he stared at the fish porridge with a look that can only be described as anguish.

“I want porr-age. I’m wear-ee hungee… bwahhhhhhhh, pain pain. My mowf is so painfoo.”

He would bring the spoon of porride to his lips, peer at it and start to cry. Finally, he stopped, braced himself and took a bite before quickly swallowing and bursting into tears.

I can’t believe it’s only day 1 of the quarantine.

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Boys vs Girls: A Scientific Approach

This is a tough one. Traditionally, Chinese have always preferred boys over girls, because they continue the family name and they have bigger muscles to harvest crops out in the field. Girls could only make babies for someone else’s family and if she’s lucky hot enough to snag a rich dude, the parents get a big, fat dowry for all that effort.

These days, we’re a little more enlightened (plus muscles are overrated), so we’re all “boy or girl, it’s all the same.”

But is it though?

1. Playtime means entirely different things.

2. Dresses! Leggings! Ribbons! Hairbands!

 

3. One word: Hugs

 

4. Time for some Hokkien lessons: Boys = Boh See Diam (unable to sit still)

So this would make a rock solid case for having girls and all will be well for about 15 years. But then sooner or later, this day will come… and you will have to fight the urge to lock her in a basement. Or invest in a set of carving knives.

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In search of Porcelain Skin

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I was recently invited by Porcelain, The Face Spa to try out their signature skin treatments. I don’t typically do facial spas because it has never seemed like a priority to spend over $300 on a 2-hour session of face pampering. The last time I went for something like that was right before my wedding and even then, I kept thinking it was ridiculous to pay someone to attack my face with sharp pointy instruments.

I’ve also never been particularly fussed about my skin because I figured I was still young and my relatively decent skin would remain decent for quite a while. For many years, my skincare regime consisted solely of a $4.95 cleanser. I moisturized when I could remember (which was not often) and put on a hydrating mask several times a year.

But age is a funny thing. One day not long ago, I woke up with the painful realization that the youthful firmness I was accustomed to was rapidly disappearing and in its place was fine lines, pigmentation and drying skin. All of a sudden, facial treatments became very much of a priority.

So began my search for a suitable skin care solution.

Naturally, I trawled the Internet for reviews on Porcelain first because I’m not just going to let anyone prod at my face with a needle, am I? Although I have to admit that I was a little impressed by the fact that their reviews were nothing short of stellar. Check out some of the comments on their Facebook page. Aunty Jenny (also known as *The Director*) had a legendary reputation for being the best extraction therapist in the business. Their Cozycot Holy Grail Beauty Award for Favorite Skin Perfecting Face Therapy only served as further testament to her extraction prowess. Let’s just say that if there’s an impurity in your skin, Aunty Jenny is the one you want to get rid of it.

I was scheduled to try out 2 different treatments – the Oxy Revive and the Director’s Quintessential Facial. The Oxy Revive involves a jet spray to remove dead cells and impurities as well as a spray of pure oxygen into the skin to sooth and anti-oxidize the skin. This is followed by a Quintessential Facial where Aunty Jenny wields her sharp pointy instruments and goes into full-on extraction mode.

On the day of my appointment, I arrived at a nondescript little shophouse on the second floor of Cantonment Road. As I walked in, I liked how there was a nice homely feel to it.

There was none of the hardcore badgering awkward sales pitch that’s so common in most facial spas. You know the sort. Where they pitch and you decline and they badger and you decline some more and this goes on until they tie you to a chair and tell you horror stories about how your face is going to deteriorate and fall off until you cave and surrender your credit card.

Thankfully, that didn’t happen.

They started me off with a foot bath and a warm drink to unwind before I was led into the treatment room for the Oxy – a treatment I thoroughly enjoyed. There was calming zen music in the background, a faint scent of aromatherapy in the air and someone to fuss over my face. During the treatment, their OxyJet Gentle Micro-Dermabrasion Therapy was used to cleanse my skin, remove dead cells and brighten skin tone. This was followed by the OxySpray Mist Therapy and a range of custom blended serums and mask. The ingredients were all customized for my skin to increase nutrient absorption and hydration.

After the 90 minutes of indulgent pampering, I walked out feeling like my skin was smoother, younger and fresher. It was definitely the perfect pick me up for tired skin.

I’ll be back next week for the Director’s Quintessential Facial.

This is a sponsored conversation written by me on behalf of Porcelain, The Face Spa. All opinions and text are my own.