I’m sure I’m not the first woman who’s reached blindly into her purse for ‘something’ while she was driving and pulled out the wrong ‘thing’.
What idiot would spray Band Aid Antiseptic Cleansing To-Go-Spray in their mouth? ME!
I had a premonition I shouldn’t put both the Listerine Cool Mint PocketMist and the Band Aid Antiseptic Cleansing to-Go-Spray in my purse because of exactly what might happen that happened. They’re packaged in the EXACT same looking and ‘feeling’ pump.
While driving on I-95 in NY heading to my radio show studios in CT with a show guest waiting in the studio, I reached blindly into my purse for the Listerine and sprayed it in my mouth. Within a second, I knew I sprayed the Band Aid Antiseptic crap instead on my tongue. What an idiot!
Panicking that I poisoned myself, I grabbed the cold cup of black coffee left from the day before and rinsed and spit frantically into another empty cup the whole 20 minutes to the radio station. In between I frantically wiped my tongue with napkins.
With five minutes until ‘show time’ and with NYC singer songwriter guest Eugene Ruffolo in the studio, I managed to read the 800 number on back of the Band Aid spray and get to a human.
A nurse picked up and heard me say “Hi I’m an idiot” and rapidly explain. She read me the ingredients and said she’d have told me to wash with water vs coffee – but then suggested the poison hotline which I didn’t have time to call before the show started.
So, if you listen to the podcast of my interview with the insanely talented Eugene Ruffolo – you’ll appreciate how classy he is as well as talented, having met me for the first time with Band Aid Antiseptic Spray on my tongue. He must have been like wtf with this woman? Thankfully, he had a great sense of humor.
I made it through the show, had some laughs in between wondering if I was going to have some poisonous delayed reaction, and listened to Eugene Ruffolo’s magical sounding music. It calmed me down. His music calms people down.
I did call the poison hotline after the show in case there was still some ‘super delayed reaction’ that would take me down. You’ll be happy to know the poison control people answer right away in case you ever need them. The nice poison control woman reassured me I’d not sprayed enough Band Aid Antiseptic on my tongue to poison myself, so I believed her.
I should have known I’d be OK when my mother’s mass card fell into my lap from my car visor immediately after spraying the Band Aid crap in my mouth. Took that as a sign. Mothers know when to step in even when they’re dead.
By Debbie Nigro
