Loki, on 13 May 2016 - 02:26 AM, said:
We don't keep a lot of medications in the house. Mostly it's just paracetamol, asthma inhalers and anti-histamines. However, I have a tub of alprazolam (benzodiazepine derivative) tablets that I am suppose to take 'as needed for panic'. In the six months that I have had the tub I have only used them twice (I prefer mindfulness to medication when it comes to managing anxiety). The tub has a childproof lid, is kept in a lock-box, the key to which is kept up on my bookshelf, and the lock-box is kept in my bedside drawer, one you have to lift up before pulling out to open. Despite this, I found Ripley in my bedroom yesterday afternoon surrounded by tablets. In the time it took me to turn on the tv, switch inputs, open Netflix and put on his afternoon tv show, he had gone into my room, gotten the key off my bookcase, opened my drawer, unlocked the lock-box, and unscrewed the childproof lid.
When I asked if he had put any of the tablets in his mouth he said 'Just one. It was yucky!' So, I called 000 and picked up all the tablets I could find only to be 22 tablets short of what should have been there.
We went to the hospital and they monitored him for several hours. He showed no signs of having ingested the tablets and he is absolutely fine. I, on the other hand, am a total wreck. I keep thinking about what could have happened. Plus, it's doing my head in trying to figure out how he managed to get to the tablets in the first place and what happened to the missing ones. Matador and I have looked everywhere and we can't find them. My ensuite door was open so I'm wondering if he put some down the floor drain (I've caught him putting cotton tips down it before). I didn't even want the tablets in the house in the first place. Gah!

Glad all seems well.
I completely understand though; I have a box hidden in a drawer under my bed, in which resides many treasures I've accumulated over the years - fossils, shark teeth, prehistoric flint tools, roman pot, all sorts - and it has a key I keep in a cup on a high shelf in a different room.
I showed my kids a couple of months ago, as there's some interesting stuff in there, and they loved it. So I was a little surprised one day to walk into my boys bedroom to find him with the box in there (its made out of heavy wood) the key, and a very guilty expression!
The drawer under my bed is heavy; and he'd even pushed it back after getting the box out. He'd also clocked where I'd put the key, dragged a stool in there, and retrieved it. He's three.
I also found him recently with a puddle of kiddie ibroprofen on his bed, as he'd found a bottle that had been accidentally left on his headboard after a nightime visit. He'd got the childproof lid off and spilled it. I asked him if he'd drunk any and although he'll often make up a story about someone else doing it, I was convinced when he said he hadn't - I would have smelled it on his breath, anyway. Still, nearly gave me a heart attack.
Don't underestimate the little buggers! They watch, they learn, and if they want something they'll find a way.
This post has been edited by Traveller: 13 May 2016 - 12:59 PM
So that's the story. And what was the real lesson? Don't leave things in the fridge.