An American pulmonologist is awed by a Japanese inhaler:
So, my mother and I huddled together and tried to read the contents, carefully pronouncing the ingredients as they were written in katakana. The doctor took notes. Her expression began to soften after we had agreed upon the third medication.
“Wait. All that in one inhaler.” She stopped taking notes. “But, that’s amazing! My patients have to have three inhalers sometimes! It’Â’s puff, puff, puff!”
There was a small moment in which I felt the tension dissipate.
Then the doctor grumbled. “Well. Of course. It’Â’s a Japanese inhaler.”
