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As I put it to 3cardbrag after I spat into the sink multiple times, from one to ten on the scale of stupid things to do, this was definitely a twelve.
I drank Miracle Gro.
Yes, it's okay, go ahead and laugh. That's what Stef did, at least. She was doubling over with mirth, pointing our soap dispenser at me like a microphone and asking how it tasted in a voice that would make Peter Jennings jealous.
How did I pull off something so stupid? To water my houseplants, I have to dilute the fertilizer into a water bottle, which sits on the bay window by my bed. Distracted from writing an essay, I reached over to grab a drink and came back with the fertilizer Nalgene. Once I realized what was in my mouth, I ran to the sink and spit it out, so I am not sure if I swallowed any.
After washing my mouth out numerous times, I overcame my embarrassment enough to call Poison Control and find out what I should do (their hold music is a horribly tinkling midi, perhaps the worst hold music I have ever heard). She told me that I shouldn't feel anything other than slight irritation in my mouth, and my throat will readily agree to that. It also seems to have thickened my spit, which isn't a side effect I would expect. I still can't believe I ingested a household chemical.
It is scary to think that if I died tomorrow, there are people who wouldn't know how much I care about them.
I drank Miracle Gro.
Yes, it's okay, go ahead and laugh. That's what Stef did, at least. She was doubling over with mirth, pointing our soap dispenser at me like a microphone and asking how it tasted in a voice that would make Peter Jennings jealous.
How did I pull off something so stupid? To water my houseplants, I have to dilute the fertilizer into a water bottle, which sits on the bay window by my bed. Distracted from writing an essay, I reached over to grab a drink and came back with the fertilizer Nalgene. Once I realized what was in my mouth, I ran to the sink and spit it out, so I am not sure if I swallowed any.
After washing my mouth out numerous times, I overcame my embarrassment enough to call Poison Control and find out what I should do (their hold music is a horribly tinkling midi, perhaps the worst hold music I have ever heard). She told me that I shouldn't feel anything other than slight irritation in my mouth, and my throat will readily agree to that. It also seems to have thickened my spit, which isn't a side effect I would expect. I still can't believe I ingested a household chemical.
It is scary to think that if I died tomorrow, there are people who wouldn't know how much I care about them.