Cartoons: Therapy for the not-so-young

Make Way For Noddy

I was surfing the Internet for my favorite blogs yesterday when I came across Happy Nest, a blog handled by Ms. Toni Platon-Tiu for Inquirer.net. In her latest entry, Ms. Toni said she and her husband tune in to at least one of the three good kiddie channels on cable television—Cartoon Network, Nickelodeon, and The Disney Channel. Her reason: It’s good therapy for starting an otherwise dreary day.

I put my parents (well, at the moment, only Mama Joyce) through the same thing by tuning in to The Disney Playhouse immediately after waking up. And I make sure the television is tuned in to the same channel almost 24 hours a day. Haha! I swear, mom sometimes throws a fit because she can’t watch her favorite shows like CSI and House.

Fortunately for my tiny frame (which includes my tiny tush), the shows on The Disney Playhouse are infectiously entertaining, even for grownups. Heck, my Dada Joel can’t stop humming the theme from Make Way For Noddy. Whenever he’s here in Leyte, Dada’s as bright and light as a sprite.

I agree with Ms. Toni. Tune in to a cartoon channel early in the morning and let it help you breeze through a day of grinding.

Dengue or UTI? Which is it? I want to know now!

Talk about tantrums. I’m sick. Not in the head, but really sick—the kind that drags your body asunder. It’s my lungs again. They’re pretty weak. Must’ve come from Dada Joel’s side of the family. As far as I know, DaddyLo Jess had asthma when he was a child. Dada, on the other hand, suffered from the same malady from grade school to high school. He still has bouts every now and then, especially after a terrible cold.

That’s what happened to me. It started with a cold. Durned virus. And just like my father before me, my cold graduated into a cough … a dry and unfruitful cough. Mama Joyce is in a quandary. About an hour after she sent a text message to my pediatrician, Tita Doc replied and urged Mama to put me through a complete blood count and urinalysis—whatever these are (thanks for the spelling corrections WordPress, Microsoft Word and Dada Joel). Seriously, though, I feel fine aside from the sudden fits of coughing and the recurring fever.

Mama tells me that’s what the CBC is for. Doc suspects I may have contracted dengue fever, since I feel normal during most times of the day but feverish when nappy and sleeping time comes around the corner. I don’t know what the weewee exam is for. UTI? What’s that? Something to do with my, well, weewee or tinkle or whatever you grownups call it nowadays.

Well, looks like I’m going to be out of commission these coming days. In a few minutes, Mama will whisk me to the hospital for testing and—gasp!—confinement. I certainly hope not. I hate being tied down to a hospital bed when there are so many things to do … so many places to explore.

Dada’s probably going nuts right now and praying his heart out. Hope the Big G hears him. I hate getting sick, and I’m sure Dada hates worrying his guts out while he’s a thousand kilometers away.