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the fire trucks arrived. Six super hot firemen came running to the house with all of their medical gear as I stood on the front porch (unshowered, still in my pajamas and messy hair) with Max jumping up and down all excited. Talk about mortifying.
The lady from poison control finally told me that there should be no serious harm from what Max ate. She did tell me he would have an upset stomach for the next day or so until the stuff went through his system. The firemen looked Max over and had me sign a release that I did not want him to be transported to the hospital.

When I finally got off the phone, the firemen left, and I made sure Max was okay, I went back to the computer. It was only then I realized that I had sent an IM to my husband saying I was on the phone with 911 and the fire trucks were on there way. My husband had sent a message back saying he was on his way home. Opps! He works almost 45 minutes from home and had to be more than 1/2 way home by then. I called him right away to let him know everything was fine and he was able to turn around and go back to work.
What an ordeal! I took a minute to calm down and then decided I needed to call the cell company to find out what was going on. They told me it was not their fault, but gave me a $50 credit to my account. Strange, not their problem or fault, but they paid me off.
That afternoon I did some research and found two other available numbers for poison control that actual work from my phone. While it was really stressful at the time, I can look back on it now and laugh a little, knowing my son is okay and I can reach poison control if I need to.

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