My mother always used to tell the story of how my brother, then aged 2, once ate one of my dad's cigars. Of course he was in a terrible state, but the doctor told my mother--and you know they would never do this nowadays--to give him a glass of whiskey and let him sleep it off. He woke up almost a day later, but was fine.
LMAO!!! I like your doctor. Probably wouldn't recommend that in TODAY'S world, like you were saying though. (Darn!)