Kill..Me...Now..!
I swear. I want to strangle my dad.
For months now my son has been able to climb up on our bar stools to reach the island table top in the kitchen. Especially where my dad sits.
Let me tell you about him. He takes a crap load of medicines. For a wide range of problems and thus has meds to go with it.
Well, dear Dylan, while his uncles back was turned for a millisecond, managed to climb up said bar stool and got into Papa's medicine organizer. For the same amount of months that Dylan has been able to climb, we have bitched and moaned and cursed for my dad to put them up out of reach...IE THE FUCKING MEDICINE CABINET BEHIND HIM! AAARRGGTHH!
But no, it would inconvenience him --- BAH! Big deal! Your 500lb + fat ass can use the exercise! Cry me a fucking river Dad.
Anyway, today Dylan got into some Welbutrane. And we ( David, Me and his Uncle [Dylan's] ) all packed up and raced to the ER. Where we sat for 2 hours in observation to make sure Dylan would be alright. And he was even though he consumed a 1/4th of a 200 mg pill. There was no puking, nausea, or any other side-effect while we were there. The funny thing is, I could have called the Poison Control Center and they would have told us that and we could have stayed at home. Sorry taxpayers of TN! I'ma parent and by God its off to the ER for something like that!
So that was my day. I swear, if any of you have any connections with celestial/heavenly bodies, please tell them to stop by and hang around for..oh, I don't know? Forever?? I could really use your help here!
For months now my son has been able to climb up on our bar stools to reach the island table top in the kitchen. Especially where my dad sits.
Let me tell you about him. He takes a crap load of medicines. For a wide range of problems and thus has meds to go with it.
Well, dear Dylan, while his uncles back was turned for a millisecond, managed to climb up said bar stool and got into Papa's medicine organizer. For the same amount of months that Dylan has been able to climb, we have bitched and moaned and cursed for my dad to put them up out of reach...IE THE FUCKING MEDICINE CABINET BEHIND HIM! AAARRGGTHH!
But no, it would inconvenience him --- BAH! Big deal! Your 500lb + fat ass can use the exercise! Cry me a fucking river Dad.
Anyway, today Dylan got into some Welbutrane. And we ( David, Me and his Uncle [Dylan's] ) all packed up and raced to the ER. Where we sat for 2 hours in observation to make sure Dylan would be alright. And he was even though he consumed a 1/4th of a 200 mg pill. There was no puking, nausea, or any other side-effect while we were there. The funny thing is, I could have called the Poison Control Center and they would have told us that and we could have stayed at home. Sorry taxpayers of TN! I'ma parent and by God its off to the ER for something like that!
So that was my day. I swear, if any of you have any connections with celestial/heavenly bodies, please tell them to stop by and hang around for..oh, I don't know? Forever?? I could really use your help here!