Day 11- Poison Control

This was the first time I called poison control and they said "get to the hospital right away!"

Lovely.

But.. as a PSA- there is a tiny crack under some ovens and you can sometimes pull that out enough to get little fingers under there.

And I guess that's the exact place pills roll to when they're dropped on the floor.
And pills you didn't drop can be there, so you didn't think to move the stove to look for pills. 

So JM comes to me choking on something and I think he's choking on the popcorn he's eating and I ask him if he's eating popcorn. He shakes his head "no" I look at him strangely and when he's swallowed what's in his mouth I ask him what he was eating.
He hands me a pill.
And it's not wet- it hasn't been in his mouth.
I ask him if he ate one.
He says yes.
I ask him where he got it, he shows me.

I take the pill, call poison control and with the little numbers/letters on it and they determined it was toxic and we had to get to the ER STAT.

Of course that was the pill he handed me, not the unknown whatever he ate. For all I know it was a vitamin.

He seemed fine all day. The recommendation given if he ate the pill he handed me was to observe for seizures the rest of the day in the ER. Lucky for me, I already knew they nurse from the weekend I was there (with all the kids) passing a kidney stone. And the guy had great memory and remembered I was a NP so after 3 hours they let me go on my own recognizance to observe him and keep JM safe and return him should he have a seizure. (but see the post about military healthcare because I spend another hr at the pharmacy waiting for them to tell me they didn't have the anti-seizure med they wanted to send me home with)

But- send me home to keep him safe???

As the boy stood on the bed while the Dr was trying to talk to me in the ER and tells me "I fly" as he jumps off the bed.
Sure.
At least if he was going to need stitches, we were already in the ER.
He has a black and blue chin from "flying" off the side table next to the couch and landing on a wooden puzzle box, chin first a few days ago
And now has a black and blue eye and eyebrow from walking into a display case- today.

So- once again- I win mother of the year.

But after spending the entire morning at the hospital, waiting for a place to live took a definite back seat.