It will be a long time before I forget stumbling and catching myself by putting my hand on the engine of a running rototiller. I had to go to the ER for that one.
Rototiller brother!
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It will be a long time before I forget stumbling and catching myself by putting my hand on the engine of a running rototiller. I had to go to the ER for that one.
Rototiller brother!
These [link] are miraculous for burns and worth every penny. I discovered them the time I spilled boiling water on my foot. That was my third major boiling water burn. I keep hoping to find a way to make money from bandage testing.
Last night, I infused some olive oil with lemon zest. Tonight, I strained the oil into a bottle, then diced up some of the zest. I sauteed it with onions, garlic, butter, parsley and some shrimp, then tossed in some pasta, a squeeze of lemon juice. I added some grated parmesan and mmmmmmmmmm. Lemon shrimp pasta. simple and fab
A cold paste of baking soda is amazing on burns, but only as long as it's still cold. You have to change it out a lot.
I want Steph's dinner.
Vortex that sounds delicious.
My first trip to the ER was when I was six, on a hot summer day. I got the notion that it would be a good idea to pole vault over the sprinkler with a tent pole. Somehow the sharp end of the tent pole ended up in my thigh, less than an inch from the femoral artery. I screamed. I had been playing in the back yard by myself, and my parents were sitting on the front steps. Now, at the time, my dad worked nights. So my parents had well-trained us kids not to scream and yell. When they heard the scream, they assumed it was the rowdy kids on the other side of the block. Then I screamed again, and they came running. I don't remember how many stitches I got, but I do remember my mom holding me on one of the benches in our van, while my dad zoomed 70 mph down side streets to the hospital.
And Barb, if you think its stupid to burn your hand grabbing a hot pan while a potholder is in sight, just think how brilliant you would feel if you had grabbed it with your empty hand while holding the hotpad in the other hand.
Yeah, my stupidity is spectacular.
A friend of mine did the same thing Barb. The ER doc said to wear a glove ( like the blue ones) Burns hurt when they get air on them -- so keeping them covered helps a LOT.
I tried it the last time I got burned. It really made a difference. Changed the bandage often , but kept it covered as much as possible until it stopped hurting when exposed to air
After the stupid 2nd degree finger-burns (from mis-using a perfectly safe firework, deliberately), I was given Silvadine to slather on them - a white almost-Cool-Whip consistency frothy paste with lots of silver in it. Keeps the oxygen off, helps the burns heal.
I have zero scarring (no hair grows on those fingers, and they TAN faster than the rest of my hands - but no scars) and it wasn't painful (for the most part; don't ask me about debreding burns tho).
Wow. I didn't think I'll wake up to a hardcore Me and the ER morning. And I woke up from such a lovely Austen dream.
shivers from some of the stories.
I know someone who gave themselves a burn when, in a fit of absent-mindedness, they decided to check if the oil in the frying pan had reached boiling point yet - with their hand.