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.

I am so convinced afraid I'm going to do this one day.

Still. I will not do what my sister's room mate did when faced with an oil fire. Since everyone knows you can't throw water on that, he used...ice.

Yeah, it worked about as well as you think.

Still. I will not do what my sister's room mate did when faced with an oil fire. Since everyone knows you can't throw water on that, he used...ice.

a. That was awesome, and

2) Bec once tossed a frying pan of boiling oil into a full sink. Still shudder thinking about how that could've gone.

A friend of mine who used to work in a hospital said the most common phrase uttered by ER patients is, "I knew it was stupid when I was doing it."

I don't remember any ER trip. My mom is a nurse too, but it's me who's restricting myself from anything that can cause me pain.

All of my ER trips were before I was 4. One was after I fell and opened my chin, at about the age of one. The other, when I was about 3-4, and let me tell you - I'm lucky to be alive after that.

I was swinging on a swing in kindergarten (and that's still exciting enough for me up to this day - I mean, you can fall from swings!). Some of the other kids threw, unintentionally, a piece of something sharp and metallic. That something pretty much scalped my forehead. If it had hurt me a second later, it would have meet my throat.

I only learned about it when I asked my mom why did I have short hair in the pictures of me around these ages. I don't remember a thing.

Right. Awake enough to write a post here is awake enough to back to studying statistics. I'm sorry for bitching about it so much, bitches, but it'll end in 36 hours, for better or worse.

You'll make it, Shir.

the most common phrase uttered by ER patients is, "I knew it was stupid when I was doing it."

Second most common phrase: "It seemed like a good idea at the time."

I bet "I don't know how that got up there" is also a contender.

Humm. I thought more in the direction of: "What's the big deal? It could have not ended this way, too, and then it would have been fun".

eeek Shir! That's a nightmare.

I've only been to the emergency room twice: when I was around 5, I fell onto the corner of a wooden toy chest while jumping rope and cut my forehead bad enough to need stitches, and then when I was in 8th grade, I sprained my ankle in gym class, but thought I might have broken it (I heard a "pop" when it happened), so Mom took me in to have it x-rayed.

Since then, I've only had to go to the doctor's office for any unscheduled medical situations (tetanus shot, sinus infections, etc.).

I've obviously been to the emergency room more times than can practically be counted. The last bleeder was the faint where I pitched forward onto furniture and split my face open. I still feel that one when I wriggle my face. Which I do a lot more now.

The luckiest I was was the time my sister yanked me into the pool by my foot and I came smashing down, chin onto the edge of the pool. Second time I split my chin open--I have a double row of stitches down there.