Well, the traditional meal and gift opening of my wife and myself was completely disrupted this evening. My wife, while transferring a pot of boiling oil for the fondue, spilled half the pan down the left side of her body. I’ve spent the last 3 hours in the emergency room with her, and we’ve just returned home.
Thankfully, she’s an incredibly fast-thinking and intelligent girl, and got herself into a cold bath instantly while I called 911. She still has 2nd degree burns all the way down her side (her hand and thigh are pretty much just one large blister) but she’s doing alright with heavy pain meds. Needless to say, we’re a little strung out. Please remember her in your holiday celebrations.
I get burns on an almost daily basis thanks to my job. None quite as large as your wife’s so far (but that’s a possibility), so I know just how she feels.
Make sure that she wears loose fitting clothes (I know she’s going to want to, but she might think that she can’t) until everything heals up.
Here’s an “attaboy” for both you and your wife, for acting well in a crisis. I don’t know how I’ll be able to say “Abdominal Snow-woman” when I toast you before my loved ones tonight, but rest assured that the healing thoughts will be on their way…
Tell her she has freinds she’ll never meet, and they are hoping she’s okay.
And I hope you take care of yourself, too. Hang in there, man.
Thanks for the thoughts and sentiments. She’s feeling a lot better today (the heat seems to have left the burns), but she’s still pretty heavily medicated. On the other hand, she’s more than alert enough to open gifts, so that’s good. She’s also bandaged up pretty heavily, and so loose-fitting clothes aren’t even an issue yet.
But, things look better this morning than they did last night, so we’re going to settle down and try to enjoy the rest of our holidays a little more than we did last nights episode.
Anyway, thanks again to all, and to all a Merry Christmas Day.
Oh, Abdominal. Give Mrs. Snowman our best. As I’m sure she knows, there’s nothing that hurts worse than a burn. You have one smart cookie there thinking to get into a cold bath.
This will certainly be one Christmas that will not be soon forgotten.
