Home is Better than First Class

It's good to be home. It's good to be home. I don't have someone serving me assorted chocolates, or insuring that I get the best rest possible, but it's still better than first class. =-)

The last few days have been full of that hazy jet-laggy feeling that is always there for the first several days after I get home. I put milk in the cupboard and a can of soup in the fridge. I forget to take the right exit on the highway. I can't multi-task well so things like my son eating several Imodium Advanced tablets out of my carry-on occur. Yep.

So today I got to take Bright to the ER for the first time. I was on the phone with a client when I looked over and saw Bright chomping down on chalky white tablets. He got in my carry-on and I had stupidly bought a screw-top bottle of Imodium for the trip. I counted what I knew to be there and knew he couldn't have taken more than 4 of them. I called Poison Control optimistic that they would say "He'll be fine. Just don't expect him to poop for a while."

Nope. They told me to take him to the ER right away. He had taken "too much" to be safe. They called the ER ahead of time to let them know I was on my way. Joy.

The nice thing was, since he was a "poisoned child" we got right in and made record time at the ER. Bright had to drink charcoal (which was NOT fun) and then they had to observe him for an hour. He never acted anything but normal. I guess the risk with Imodium is that there is a certain drug, if overdosed, that works like a narcotic. Basically, he could've been stoned if we didn't get it out of him within the first two hours!

The big kids wore one of their new Ghana outfits to school today. Taevy's just looked like a typical dress but Samren's stood out a bit more. I guess he got quite a bit of positive attention at school because his shirt was so "cool!"

Anita