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On the perils of cold, flu and being a grandmother

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The film, when it came through, was blurry and dark. The sound was weird.

I put on my glasses. What the hell was I looking at on my phone?

From out of the gloom a little face suddenly appeared, looking miserable.

My baby granddaughter, 11 months, had a cold.

The previous day we'd spent hours together crawling around the house, pulling things out of cupboards, hunting down the pets, eating, going to the library and every so often, when she was distracted, I would make a swipe at the dripping tap that was her nose, much to her disgust.

Her dad, my youngest son, sent through film 24 hours later to show the cold had set in, the nose was now running rather than dripping, and her coughing was raspy, lengthy and sometimes ended in tears, ensuring more nose-running, coughing, tears etc.

No temperature though, and she devoured her favourite foods with a relish not seen since her father embraced a barbecued chicken we'd bought him to mark a birthday while he was still in primary school.

I sent through a sympathetic message. Her sleep had been choppy. Her parents slept fitfully because of it.

A day or so later I woke up with a painful throat, raspy cough, headache, blocked nose and the general aches and pains you feel when a cold hits.

By the afternoon my voice had almost gone and I gave up trying........

© Canberra Times