I am clearly unfit for my job
May. 6th, 2009 09:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ailbhe"Hang on, come back down the stairs, did you say paint?"
"No, Mum, it's not paint, it's INK."
Later, and less amusingly, I found that the medicines were not stored high enough (at the highest point in my bedroom I can reach without standing on a chair) and Linnea had carefully taken the "safe" dose of baby paracetamol/acetaminophen.
Two sachets, because that's the most that is safe.
Why yes, I cried. And we are investigating lockable medicine cabinets and trying to work out how to have the keys somewhere I can reach them and she can't. There are very few such places left.
I also explained - again, in a new way - that medicines are not "safe" but only a better option than being sick, and that "safe" doses when ill are a tiny bit poisonous when well.
I have no idea how to make this stick. And it's very important.
Thank heaven for pre-measured sachets.
"No, Mum, it's not paint, it's INK."
Later, and less amusingly, I found that the medicines were not stored high enough (at the highest point in my bedroom I can reach without standing on a chair) and Linnea had carefully taken the "safe" dose of baby paracetamol/acetaminophen.
Two sachets, because that's the most that is safe.
Why yes, I cried. And we are investigating lockable medicine cabinets and trying to work out how to have the keys somewhere I can reach them and she can't. There are very few such places left.
I also explained - again, in a new way - that medicines are not "safe" but only a better option than being sick, and that "safe" doses when ill are a tiny bit poisonous when well.
I have no idea how to make this stick. And it's very important.
Thank heaven for pre-measured sachets.