By the way, I see what you did there (with the title). It’s a imitation of Davebear’s old thread title (the one that used to have the most replies in IMHO), isn’t it? 
“Oh my FREAKING GOD! (looong)”
That would be really smart if it was, but I wasn’t thinking that smart at the time.
Gave up on the ER - waited 45 minutes, saw the triage nurse, found out it was indeed going to be hours, let Himself dress it. I called my dad to ask which ER I should go to before I went and he says, “Take a Goody powder.” “You’re insane, Dad - do I look like a trucker?” Himself says, “You know what you need? A Goody powder.” The guy in the Goody powder aisle? “Take a Goody powder.”
You know what? Take a Goody powder. It does help.
I didn’t think about it, though, but I should have called my mom’s friend who’s a nurse with the enormous probably illegal walking pharmacy - she’d have dressed it and given me some incredibly strong painkiller or something. It still hurts (especially when I do something dumb like clap my hands together to call the dog in) but it’s a much more dull ache now, with the ointment and the liquidy gel bandage and stuff. Blisters, though.
Try to get medical treatment and evaluation by burn doc ASAP. If you really flash fried your fingers, there may still be an infection risk, as well as damage to circulation and internal tissue. You need your hands and fingers, so don’t take any unneeded risks.
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10 year burn survivor here. 43 per cent. Never a day I don’t think about it. Never a day I’m not thrilled to be alive to tell about it.
2 things - blisters= 2nd degree, depending on the size, you may need to re-think about the ER or whatever- if it’s a largeblister, at least call your doctor.
2nd thing- it’s ** not a good idea to be so open about obtaining pain killers w/o valid script!!! for you, definately, but for your friend potentially huge!**
Below job-yea, time doesn’t really diminish it, does it.
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In what universe does this constitute a ruined pop tart?
I’m guessing it’s this.
Hey, at least you didn’t catch your fleece jacket on fire when reaching over a hot burner!
In a high school science class, my teacher passed out various mimeos of Science Guidelines and Helpful Hints for Practical Lab Work. For instance, one little helpful hint was “Before you call me over to complain that your microscope isn’t working, make sure it is 1) plugged in and 2) turned on.” Obviously, he had never heard of OpalCat or her list rules, which is not surprising since she hadn’t been born yet.
At any rate, another of his helpful hints was “HOT GLASS LOOKS EXACTLY THE SAME AS COLD GLASS.” I told this to my daughter many years ago, and ever since then, when removing a dish from the oven, we grab a potholder and repeat it to each other. We also chant it when my husband/her father attempts to grab a dish from the oven with his bare hands, apparently under the impression that using potholders Threatens His Masculinity or something.
To the OP: you might want to check to see if Silvadene is available OTC in your area. And I hope you can see a doc soon. And I hope you feel better.
Or pick up the wrong end of the soldering iron…
The universe in which your hand, after being severely burned and with molten frosting still stuck to a finger and continuing to burn, whips around rapidly, flinging the heathen pop tart at a wall for it to smash into pieces, or behind your fridge or something. Or maybe my room mate picked it up while I was in the bathroom pretending I didn’t just survive on attempt on my life by a delicious pastry…
I stepped on an electric charcoal starter once. Had to hop home on one foot. That left an interesting scar.
Sorry to hear about your burn - the ones on the hand fucking suck.
Here’s my burn incident: When I was in high school, I lived with my aunt and uncle. I mowed the lawn usually, and the lawnmower my uncle had was older than dirt - it was literally held together with bailing wire and pipe straps. My uncle had for some reason jerry-rigged an exhaust pipe out of metal plumbing pipe, that ran parallel to the ground and off to the right of the engine.
One day as I was almost done after about an hour of mowing, I hit a stump or something, and the lawnmower stopped cold while I kept going - I threw my right hand in front of me to catch myself, and grabbed - you guessed it - the red-hot exhaust pipe. I grabbed it with my full hand - there wasn’t a square inch untouched. I could hear it sizzling.
I kept my hand in a bowl of ice water for at least a couple hours (until I thought I’d get frostbite), so I didn’t wind up with any blisters per se, but the palm of my hand and fingers got really thick and cracked and eventually peeled off over a week or so. Didn’t scar, luckily.
What cracks me up is that the OPer, before venturing out to the ER or even finishing dinner, logs on to let us all know about her tribulations. That, my friends, is a true Doper.
WARNING: If you’ve severed a limb, suffered a heart attack, or are currently losing massive amounts of blood, call 9-1-1 BEFORE starting a new thread.
I once tapped the top of a creme brulee I had just taken out from under the broiler to see if the top had hardened, apparently oblivious to the fact that the sugar hardens AFTER IT COOLS. As noted above, molten caramelized sugar = sweet, sweet napalm. Blisterama.
That’s not the dumb part. The dumb part is when I did it again. Swear to God, sometimes I think my brain is out to kill me.
For smaller burn areas, I’ve found what helps is completely immersing the area in aloe vera gel. Since I’m both a klutz and a ditz, plus I love to cook, I’ve had a whole ton of burns on fingers/hands in the kitchen. I’ve gone to sleep with a baggie filled with aloe vera gel, hand stuffed in the bag, secured with a rubber band.
If it makes ya feel any better this morning, I was making enchiladas about a month ago. I took the chicken out of the oven to cut it up, and set it on the counter. I cut the onions, and then went and picked up the chicken dish. Gahh! I’m an idiot. So, I ran my hand under the water for 3-4 minutes, and then went over and picked up the chicken dish. So I’m at least twice as forgetful as you are. 
About… 11 or 12 years ago I was working in a restaurant and I burned myself. You see, we had these big steel pans that were used for everything from making casseroles to holding the food on the steam table for the buffet. Well, one day I was making something or other involving noodles, and I had already drained my noodles, rinsed them with cold water, and placed them in the pan.
I put the 18"x24" stainless steel pan on two unlit burners on the stove so that I could move something off the counter directly opposite the stove. After moving things around and securing some room for my pan, I turned around and picked it up.
One side was still cool. The other side… well, someone had lit the burner. It took several seconds for the pain to register in my brain, and when it finally did it hurt so bad that I had no idea how to react. I calmly set the steel pan down on the table, walked out of the kitchen and stuck my hand in the ice chest.
When I surveyed the damage, I almost threw up. Skin had dripped off, and there was a huge blister covering half my palm, all four fingers, the web between my fingers and thumb, and the pad of my thumb.
I had to keep that thing wrapped in clean gauze for a month, but after that the pain went away and the blister got all hard. One day it fell off, and I had new skin under there. A few months after that my finger prints grew back. My hand is OK now, but at the time I was considering having it amputated.
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