Jim Atkins wrote: > > When I was in college, I was trying to work graveyard shift and go to > > school- I wake up, totally groggy, stumble to the bathroom, grab a > > tube and get within about half an inch of brushing my teeth with Ben > > Gay super heat muscle ointment. Fortunately, your nose is directly > > connected to your AAAAH! STOP module in the brain- I smelled that > > weird wintergreen smell and woke up in one dammed quick hurry
Ohhhhhhh no..... I have a story about that as well. Thankfully it didn't happen to me, but I saw the awful results!
-- Enzo I wear the cheese. It does not wear me.
Hmm, Been there. When the boy was about 4 I got a frantic call at work from the wife. It seems he was attracted to that smell and consumed a quantity of the contents at his grandmother's house (next door). I drove home, called the ambulance and we all got a ride in to the hospital. It took awhile but they finally got him to take some cherry-flavoured ipecac. Yeah, that was an ugly scene and another reason why pink is not one of my favourite colours. :(
Bill Banaszak, MFE Sr.