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Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Overdose Well, I got to make a happy call to poison control this morning.
I, being negligent as usual, was occupied in the bathroom for a while. I went to check on Rhiannon because she was being very quiet (which is a sure sign of trouble brewing). She had somehow gotten the little kit of homeopathic medicine off the counter, maneuvered a new bottle out, removed the protective casing around the cover, and consumed 1/4 of the bottle. I walked in, and she happily raised the bottle to me and proclaimed "Medicine!", with her face covered in chalk from the stuff. Can you say FREAKOUT??? I called, and they said the dosage was usually so small on those things that there was no real danger, but the possibilities are just terrifying. What if it had been my Wellbutrin, or aspirin or something? Arrrrgh. I called Dave at work, and he really freaked out. I'm sure he was pretty pissed at me, but he didn't say anything, just told me to call poison control (yes, I called him first) and to call him back right away. *retrieves the Bad Mother flogging stick, again*  Posted by Jodi Selander at 1:44 PM ...
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5 Comments:
Oh Jodi that must have been so scary. Don't beat yourself up though. Take it from a mom of 4 whose oldest has made it to 21 years that no matter how vigilent you are things JUST happen sometimes. I know how you feel though. When Brad was around 2 I was in my brother's wedding. All the girls were getting ready at my sister-in-law's house. Things were hectic. Hair being done with hot curling irons and such and yes when I turned my back for just a moment Brad had tried to pick up a curling iron (by the HOT steel part) and burned his hand. He survived, hand intact.
Barb
P.S. I probably would have called Steve first too!
OMG's! How scary! I'm so glad she is ok.
Love
Georgia
Thanks, ladies. I've just never been so grateful that we mostly practice natural healing methods. Of all the things to get into, at least they're the safest.
I'm not beating myself up too badly about it though; I do realize that I need to manage the medications better (I had the kit on the bathroom counter, up where I thought it would be out of reach), so I'm taking it as a wake-up call. Next time we might not get so lucky.
OMG no kidding, that would have freaked me right out - my mom was telling a friend of hers when we were there that I had a death wish as a child, hand on the hot stove, took a bottle of my great-grandmother's pills (well, in my defense, they looked like those little candy pills that came with my toy medicine kit) and had to have my stomach pumped, she used to park the car but leave it in gear and I nearly drove it into the river....twice.....and a few other little dramas.....no wonder she went completely white by the age of 30.....the good thing is that we've got a solid community of mothers who've been there and can really back each other up - call anytime!!!
PS, I'd have called Stephane first, too!
I´m really happy she´s o.k. but take my word for it, they always manage to get into something one way or another, no matter how vigilant one is. My son whilst visiting his grandparents farm, decided to have a go at the cow fodder.... and he was old enough to know better... but fortunately it just cased him to be terribly bloated for a couple of days and taught him not to eat everything he comes accross.. ;-)
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