Now that I think about it, this is not a new problem for me. I recall quite a few years ago, when I was watching my young granddaughter. She had a bit of a rash on her bottom, so her mother told me to please make sure she was very clean every time she was done in the bathroom. She also said there was a box of wipes to use.
After several days, she questioned why the box of wipes was still sealed. I looked at the box in her hand and said, "I haven't been using those. I've been using the ones under the sink." She nearly fainted.
"Mom, those are Lysol wipes. They are for disinfecting and cleaning."
I checked. Sure enough, that's what it said right there on the canister. I just didn't read it. My granddaughter had no germs on her bottom. She had been disinfected for several days.
She answered, "Those pad things."
Curious, I asked, "What pad things?"
"You know, the ones in the bathroom in that jar."
I had no idea what she was talking about, but she showed me. I apologize for the blurriness of the picture, but in case you can't read the 'fine print' under the words, Medicated Pads, here it is: Hemorrhoidal / Vaginal Pads with Witch Hazel.
I can't even tell you how long we laughed over that one. Her comment was, "Well, my face doesn't itch." No, I'll bet it doesn't.
I certainly am glad I didn't choose nursing as my career path. You wouldn't have wanted me passing out meds.
I thank God on a daily basis for keeping me safe..from myself.