It was a little ironic, I think, that mid way through reading the much recommended book 'Eat Pray Love' I should find myself kneeling on the floor in the bathroom of Sanur Beach Villas praying that fabric conditioner wasn't poisonous whilst frantically vomiting and sobbing just a little. At this point I would like to say that I hold Mr. Bloodyron absolutely responsible for both the hardness of the floor on my knees and for the cool temperature of his otherwise charming outdoor bathroom, so useful for drying undies etc.
It was because I am such a devoted and considerate wife that I didn't put on the light when I awoke feeling a little thirsty and reached for the water bottle unfortunately I am not a dainty person at all and took a really big slug quite forgetting that I had decanted a large sachet of Molto fabric softener earlier that day, into a water bottle....
That is why the kneeling, praying, sobbing (a little) and praying ensued. Brian slept through all of this. Well everyone is good at something but after reading the disguarded sachet I found the advice (in very small print may I add) that if you should accidentally drink it you should drink plenty of water and to directly to the doctor)
Bloodyron's security guard was most helpful when we found all the taxi switchboards were already closed. He ran down the street to awake a nearby taxi driver who threw on some clothes and came to my rescue. After I threw on some clothes too (good decision) we were on our way to a 24 hr clinic near McDonalds in Sanur. Not of course until the guard had asked with a puzzled expression on his face 'but why did you drink it?
He explained to the taxi driver who knew just where the clinic was and off we went. After the driver had of course enquired in a puzzled way 'but, Ibu, why did you drink it?'
Much the same followed at the clinic with the nurse taking my details and waking the doctor. Not until she asked 'but why did you drink it?' though. I am getting a little tired of the question by now. However managed to answer politely in my best Bahasa Indonesia when the doctor asked 'but why did you drink it' that it had been an accident and that I thought it was water....
He read the back of the sachet and said that I was very lucky it was softener not cleaner, gave me some neutralizing medicine (???) and sent me on my way.
Al's well that ends well but I do think Bloodyron could have been more sympathetic and not offer to put a bottle of Molto in the Big Red Esky for me and it was also a bit unfeeling of a certain staff member who shall be nameless, to ask to check my beach bag to see if I was hiding a bottle in there to drink on the beach. They all seem to think I have a drinking problem. Maybe I should look for an AA meeting in Bali? I am sure there must be one. Brian assures me that I had the most beautiful fresh breath.....