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jeriendhalSo, last night around 10pm Georgia decided to give us a nice scare by climbing on top of the train table Grandma Patton gave us for Tom's Brio trains, managed to push out one of the 1/4 inch thick panels and fall face first into another one. She shrieks, we pick her up to find her copiously bleeding from the mouth with what looked like a jaw full of broken teeth. Just as we getting ready to take her to the emergency room, we realized the "teeth" were half chewed bits of a granola bar she'd been nom-noming on. Her lip stopped bleedig shortly thereafter and we both gibbered for a bit before going to bed.
That was bad.
Today was worse.
Tom had been begging to visit Grandma Day all week, so we dragged him and Georgia over to see her. After actually sitting still for lunch they both run around like loons for three hours. We did our best to keep up with them, but every once and a while they wandered off out of sight. We figured there was minimum of trouble they could get into at Grandmas, with most of the breakables in the living room where we could see them.
While were talking, in walks Georgia into the living room.
Carrying Grandma's weekly pill case, which had been sitting forgotten on her night stand.
Cue much panicking, especially when we discovered two of the little boxes empty and some unidentified yellow stuff half chewed in her mouth. We got her to spit it out and called poison control, after my mom figured out there had been a couple of anti-anxiety meds in them. The lady at PC reassured that the drugs couldn't be at lethal dose, but if Georgia started nodding off and wouldn't wake up, we should take to the hospital for observation and a dose of charcoal.
So we said goodbyes to Grandma, who was still upset, but we had to get her home. Along the way she fell asleep in the car and we couldn't wake her, so we ended up diverting to Holy Cross, whereapon she woke up right when we stopped in front of the emergency room entrance. We cussed a bit, went home, and she has been awake and playing ever since.
And there's still 48 hours left in the weekend....
That was bad.
Today was worse.
Tom had been begging to visit Grandma Day all week, so we dragged him and Georgia over to see her. After actually sitting still for lunch they both run around like loons for three hours. We did our best to keep up with them, but every once and a while they wandered off out of sight. We figured there was minimum of trouble they could get into at Grandmas, with most of the breakables in the living room where we could see them.
While were talking, in walks Georgia into the living room.
Carrying Grandma's weekly pill case, which had been sitting forgotten on her night stand.
Cue much panicking, especially when we discovered two of the little boxes empty and some unidentified yellow stuff half chewed in her mouth. We got her to spit it out and called poison control, after my mom figured out there had been a couple of anti-anxiety meds in them. The lady at PC reassured that the drugs couldn't be at lethal dose, but if Georgia started nodding off and wouldn't wake up, we should take to the hospital for observation and a dose of charcoal.
So we said goodbyes to Grandma, who was still upset, but we had to get her home. Along the way she fell asleep in the car and we couldn't wake her, so we ended up diverting to Holy Cross, whereapon she woke up right when we stopped in front of the emergency room entrance. We cussed a bit, went home, and she has been awake and playing ever since.
And there's still 48 hours left in the weekend....
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Date: 2008-08-31 04:54 am (UTC)(Two of my older brothers once ate a load of berries that were growing outside. Mum didn't recognize them, so she took a branch of 'em with her to the hospital and asked the nearest doctor "Are these poisonous?" "Yes" was the answer. Then, being who they are, they didn't want to drink the cure. *Le sigh* Children, eh?)