dr. quack aka ma

My mother is a real Dr. Quack. Jackie had been limping for the past week. I think he had an accident while running outside. Ma gave him panadol; mix into bread or whatever. Today Jack has stopped limping and she is so proud of herself.

She wondered aloud how the panadol could cure the dog so fast and can't cure her. She had a fall a fortnight ago and hurt her elbow. It is still hurting quite bad. Doctor gave pain killers and she has been consuming quite a lot of. It still hurts. I think she is quite frustrated with the pain. Probably she was also testing the panadol on the dog to see if it really works or not.

Anyway, she has been a Dr Quack for as long as I can remember. Used to help her to open the chicken's beak to pour in cough mixture (if the chicken showed signs of cough, phlegm or flu) or panadol (crushed in a teaspoon of water). Then she would soothe the poor bird's throat to help the medicine to down.

For us children, it would be whatever medicine in the cupboard that she thinks would help us at that moment (pil chi kit pills, leftover cough syrups, panadols....). If they don't work, she would pick up more supply from my uncle's clinic on her way home. She would just relate our symptoms to my aunty who would prescribe whatever that was necessary and we have survived till today!