Or, how my husband saved my life this afternoon.
I just set myself on fire.
I was cooking. I took a pan off the gas ring to drain, turned around and caught my hair on fire. It probably took me a couple of seconds to notice, and then I stood looking over my shoulder at the flames for a moment before I figured out the full magnitude of the situation.
Fortunately, in James Bond style heroics, my husband leapt to my rescue and batted the flames out with his bare hands. My hero! He is now extremely shaken, and claims the flames were already eight inches high when he got to me. I couldn’t really see them, so I’m a lot calmer about the situation.
I’ve lost a 12 inch long chunk of my waist length hair, most of which is in ash on the kitchen floor, and some of which I had to cut out because it fused together. Luckily I think I can disguise it until I can get to a hairdressers.
Oh yeah, and I stink.
So three cheers for my husband for saving me from a nasty injury.
I think I just found out why my Home Ec. teacher was so strict about long hair being tied back.
Heh, I just came into this thread to note that it looked very apt for someone named “Covered in Bees!” to be posting in a thread entitled “I’m on Fire!”.
Hell, if I was covered in bees, I’d consider setting myself on fire too.
I recommend running the stove fan for the next few days, and open the windows any time you’re at home and the weather isn’t too bad for it. That’s what we did to get the smell out when Mr. Neville set the toaster oven on fire.
If it makes you feel any better, short haircuts seem to be “in” right now, or at least they are among my coworkers. A couple of them who had long hair got new short haircuts recently.
Good on your husband! You were very lucky. You were also very unlucky. But I doubt it’s a mistake you will make a second time.
Years ago I was with extended family on Christmas. SIL’s father was putting something on the able where there were candles burning. My niece piped up “Grandpa Dick, you’re on fire!” He was wearing a fuzzy sweater and the fuzzies on the front were in flames. He patted them out pretty quickly, and all was well.
Then he turned around. His entire back was engulfed in flames. Several of us lept over furniture to put him out. It was pretty scary.
When I did this I had a perm and the fire was out almost as soon as it started as i whirled round from the cooker to see why everyone was shouting at me. I too was very lucky. I didn’t lose any hair but it took multiple washes to get the smell out.
She makes me sound more heroic then I was. Fortunately my hands were wet from washing something out in the sink or I probably would have gotten a small burn from smacking my hands on the flame.
I was pretty shaken up there though. The image of a flame whooshing up her hair isn’t going to go away anytime soon.
Or maybe not, Darkhold, two of my labmates put fires out with their bare hands and didn’t get burns. A hero isn’t someone who doesn’t get scared, it’s someone who’s done the right thing while being terrified out of his mind You’re absolutely her hero.
Kitchens should follow the same rules as chemistry labs, if y’all ask me: no loose hair, no jewelry, no makeup. Well, ok, we’ll allow the makeup, so long as it’s already in your face when you start cooking (ie, no applying lipstick while flipping pancakes).
Wow, did I ever read that wrong!
I once squirted lighter fluid in the shape of the Superman symbol on my chest and lit it on fire. I thought it would look cool. And maybe it did, but I couldn’t see it due to the fire ball that engulfed my face.
