At the age of one, my mum got a head cold which then worsened. Gran called Grandie upstairs because the baby was turning blue. After an examination, both Grandie and the GP diagnosed pneumonia. Grandie dashed off to get a can of oxygen and mask while the GP fetched penidural – liquid penicillin. Baby mum was having none of this. She protested, she cried, she spluttered and coughed, and coughed up a glob of mucus that had been blocking her left lung and caused it to collapse. Within minutes the infant close to death was a pink gurgling baby again.
The second drama of the night was that, in the process, Grandie missed the final episode of his favourite sci-fi series, ‘Quater Mass’.
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