157. Brush Up on Poison Safety After Brake Fluid Scare
I woke up feeling incredibly fortunate this morning after a dose of drama and a trip to Good Shepherd Hospital’s Emergency Room last night. It all started while I was sending a quick email in my house late yesterday as my young kids played in the back yard.
My 2-year-old son, Billy, appeared at my side with bubbles in his mouth trying to spit out something that tasted bad. His breath smelled like gasoline and I panicked when I ran outside to find my 3-year-old daughter collecting flowers and leaves in this open and almost empty container…
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