My dad had a heart attack before I was born. Needless to say, it was minor and he’s doing spectacular to this day. He has had to take a medication for his heart, though, ever since.I was somewhere around 18 months old when my dad had brought home a refilled bottle of his prescription, and he had set it in the middle of the dining room table. After he left the room, I had climbed up on a chair and opened the “child-proof” prescription bottle. The next thing they knew, I was holding half a pill in my hand and had come up to them and told them “yuck!” They called the hospital and I was rushed to the emergency room to have my stomach pumped. My mom told me she could hear me screaming from the waiting room. I, apparently, screamed every time I saw someone in a white lab coat after that, until I was around six years old. I have absolutely no memory of this at all.
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