How Would You Rate Our Service for Saving Your Child's Life? 1, mostly satisfied. 2, somewhat satisfied...
I got a phone call today from Poison Control. They wanted to do a follow-up survey with me, and make sure they helped us when I called them last week. That was one of the many exciting things that happened while I was dangerously absorbed in final exam preparations last week.
I'm tired when I pick up the kids from childcare. I've been working hard all day trying to interpret obtuse written words. My mind is stuck on passive reading mode, and switching gears to active childcare mode takes a few minutes. The kids take advantage of this time by running wild when we arrive home. I have to shoo them one at a time from the garage into the living room. While I focus on one child, the other two take this time to investigate any pretty fragile items I might have foolishly left within their reach.
On the day in question, Ian went into the living room first. I herded Tory into the living room, and found Abbie juggling glass Christmas ornaments. As I rounded the corner, I found Ian chewing on something. Upon closer inspection, it was a bottle of superglue. I snatched it from his mouth, and he screamed the kind of scream a child might make after ingesting a large quantity of a highly toxic substance. Since the bottle was half-empty and glue was all over his mouth, I figured I should call someone.
Many months ago I added the phone number for poison control into speed dial, and on this day it finally paid off. Within minutes I was talking to someone who had an idea of how toxic the glue was. The answer: Not very. It sounds like superglue is like alcohol; it might make the child act drunk, but a little bit probably won't hurt him. The bigger danger is getting it in the eye, or inhaling it and getting it caught in the airways.
Ian seemed to be acting normal, so I stopped worrying. If he swallowed any, it was a very small amount. Most of the superglue was on the floor. And on his face. And in his hair.
Ian suffered no serious injury besides a bald spot where we cut off a chunk of glued hair. I told the survey taker that I appreciated their service. They might have saved us a trip to the ER, and it would've taken me forever to shoo everyone back into the car.
I'm tired when I pick up the kids from childcare. I've been working hard all day trying to interpret obtuse written words. My mind is stuck on passive reading mode, and switching gears to active childcare mode takes a few minutes. The kids take advantage of this time by running wild when we arrive home. I have to shoo them one at a time from the garage into the living room. While I focus on one child, the other two take this time to investigate any pretty fragile items I might have foolishly left within their reach.
On the day in question, Ian went into the living room first. I herded Tory into the living room, and found Abbie juggling glass Christmas ornaments. As I rounded the corner, I found Ian chewing on something. Upon closer inspection, it was a bottle of superglue. I snatched it from his mouth, and he screamed the kind of scream a child might make after ingesting a large quantity of a highly toxic substance. Since the bottle was half-empty and glue was all over his mouth, I figured I should call someone.
Many months ago I added the phone number for poison control into speed dial, and on this day it finally paid off. Within minutes I was talking to someone who had an idea of how toxic the glue was. The answer: Not very. It sounds like superglue is like alcohol; it might make the child act drunk, but a little bit probably won't hurt him. The bigger danger is getting it in the eye, or inhaling it and getting it caught in the airways.
Ian seemed to be acting normal, so I stopped worrying. If he swallowed any, it was a very small amount. Most of the superglue was on the floor. And on his face. And in his hair.
Ian suffered no serious injury besides a bald spot where we cut off a chunk of glued hair. I told the survey taker that I appreciated their service. They might have saved us a trip to the ER, and it would've taken me forever to shoo everyone back into the car.
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