The haze in Singapore has reached epic proportions, the PSI just hit a record 401 yesterday. (Just for comparison, 50 would be a good day, a psi of 90 would be a slightly hazy day).
We are suffering indeed. The air conditioners in the living room was removed 2 years ago after it malfunctioned, cos we barely used it, and boy do we regret that decision now. Thank goodness we have 2 air purifiers at home, but even so, poor Calista has been coughing, vomiting and feverish. It pains and worries me to see her like this.
I brought them to the indoor playground at Changi Airport yesterday, thinking it would help release some of their pent-up energy from being cooped up at home, but Calista got worse after the short trip. Perhaps it was the air she breathed for those few minutes between house and car and back. =(
P and I had an argument over bringing Calista out to meet his mum on her birthday. He insisted she will feel better being at a shopping mall and that the endorphins will help her recover faster, rather than being miserable at home. I was so mad at him, especially when he said it’s alright, she doesn’t have to wear a mask on the way to the car, it’s just a few minutes. The PSI reading is now 323!
Argh. I hate the haze. Christian hoped last night “I wish the haze will get better, then it’ll be less smoky and I can go down to the playground and blow bubbles.”
Calista’s new word of the week? “Mokey mokey” (smoky).
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