OPERATOR:
Poison control hotline, how can I help you?

ME:
Hi—Uhhh—You see, there was this… Um…


OPERATOR:

Sir, please just tell me what happened.

ME:
Well… a package of silica gel was swallowed.

OPERATOR:
You swallowed a package of silica gel?

ME:
Me? Oh —uh— no. No-no-no-no. It was —uh— a close friend of mine. Yeah, a friend.

OPERATOR:
A friend? What is your friend’s name?

ME:
His name? Um, his name is Joe.

OPERATOR:
And what is Joe’s last name?

ME:
Ummmm… His last name is —um— Schmo. That’s S-C-H-M-O

…-E.

OPERATOR:
I see. How did Joe swallow this packet of silica gel?

ME:
Oh, well I—oops, I mean to say “Joe”— takes a prescribed muscle relaxer every evening for his back and it makes him pretty groggy in the mornings. And this morning, he went to take a vitamin, and accidentally popped the “DO NOT EAT” package instead. He thought it tasted odd, and felt wrong, but by that point it was already going down his throat. He looked in the vitamin bottle, and sure enough the package was gone.

OPERATOR:
OK, I see.

ME:
You know, Joe is actually a really intelligent guy. This was totally an innocent accident. It could have happened to anybody, right? I mean, you probably get calls like this all the time; they make those packets the same size as the vitamins.

OPERATOR:

I can’t say that I have.
[mumbles]
I might have seen it on Jackass

ME:
What?

OPERATOR:
Hmmm? Nothing.

ME:
So, what should he do? Is it fatal? Should he induce vomiting. Like, shtick hith fingoo dowwwn hith thwoat?

BUHHH, BLEAAACH

OPERATOR:
Sir, sir! “Joe” will be fine! Silica gel is not toxic.

ME:
Ih ithn’t?

OPERATOR:
No, it’s perfectly harmless, or they wouldn’t put it in with products that are intended for consumption.

ME:
But it says “Do Not Eat” all over it.

OPERATOR:
It’s just a choking hazard.

ME:
Oh, thank God! I’M GOING TO LIVE!!!!

OPERATOR:
And what is YOUR name, sir?

Note: this conversation has been slightly altered for entertainment purposes. I wish I could say that my having unwittingly swallowed a package of silica gel in lieu of my daily multiple was one such embellishment. Alas.