The Best Medicine

Today was one of my days off from work. I was enjoying myself in the garden until I remembered I hadn't put the prescription ear drops in. Going inside, I started looking around for them. They weren't in my purse, or in the bathroom or on the kitchen sink. Frustrated with myself, I start to look around and finally found the bottle, if one could still call it a bottle, in the middle of the giant dog bed, with tiny puncture wounds all over it. Of course, it was empty. 

I find the package insert and it says if taken by mouth "call the doctor". So I did. I called into my office and let them know my pup had consumed at least some of the bottle of  Ofloxacin. They checked with their resident expert on medications. She got on the phone with me and asked a few questions but assured me there was not enough to worry about. "Great! Thanks", I say to her.

And then she says, "Well, have we learned anything from this?". I was a little surprised and just said, "It's very hard to know you have dropped something when you are deaf",  but when I got off the phone and thought about it, I started getting pissed off. Who the hell does she think she is talking to me like I am 3.

Then, taking a deep breath, I realized that this is probably what she heard growing up. Shaming instead of listening or understanding or just chalking something up to an accident.

I let her off the hook. I let me off the hook for it happening. Now everyone is happy including Hazel the dog.