I am clearly unfit for my job

[ailbhe]

"Hang on, come back down the stairs, did you say paint?"
"No, Mum, it's not paint, it's INK."

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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.

Comments

[biascut.livejournal.com]

My mum had one which had four little buttons on top and you had to press the two outside buttons and pull the front forward at the same time - so you had to be tall enough to reach it, but also had to have big enough hands to reach both buttons and open the door two. I think I learned to do it when I was about nine or ten. Would something like that work? At least that way you'd delay the problem for four years!

[wingedkami.livejournal.com]

My mum had one of those as well. I don't think I actually asked how to open it until I started getting period cramps and needed access to painkillers at all times. Mind you, I didn't particularly like taking medicine (supertaster so most of the liquid ones taste pretty bad to me and I had trouble swallowing tablets) so I can't imagine that I would have tried to open it before them anyway.