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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: StSanta on December 19, 2002, 09:07:42 AM
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Bread in my tiny oven. It uses those red hot electrode like things commonly found in toasters. I put hand in and inadventently fall over something on the floor.
BSSZZZZZ
"This is not good" I think after I instinctively pulled my hand out.
Nope. My left hand now has two big linear burns, about half a centimeter across each and extending right across the upper side of my hand. The skin isn't red. Where there is an upper layer, it's brown or black. Am not feeling any pain at this point but quickly take a few pain killers, jump on my bike and go to the hospital.
On the way, the pain sets in. Man. Oh man. I'm dying. I want to cut off my hand and throw it away. The thing is a big tangle of upset nerves crying for attention. It feels not like a hand, but a big blob of tortured flesh.
Luckily the emergency staff is good. They give me some stuff to put on the wounds, which initially makes it even worse and a bunch of PK's, not sure what it was.
Day after, and it's throbbing, pulsating. The stuff they gave me keeps the pain away and it's merely uncomfortable. but I must say that I've broken bones, cracked heads, torn muscles but nothing of it comes close to the pain of these burns. They're highly localized but man, they hurt like hell yesterday.
Am I the only clumsy idiot that have tried this?
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Burns are the worst, and also the worst way to die.
In 1979, our "Crew" won the Safety crew of the quarter at Boeing in Plant 2. So, customary Hot coffee and donuts (you *know* where this is going, don't you?)
I get a nice hot cup of steaming coffee in the little styrofoam cup, go back to my seat, sit down, cross my legs..oops, there goes the coffee, right down into my crotch, the whole cup. No problem, except I have tight jeans on (popular in the 70's) and now I'm grabbing my crotch to attempt to keep the hot coffee-soaked jeans away from my genitals! :eek: I went to the nurses station, and they called an ambulance, I went to Harborview Emergency where a nice gal in a white smock and a clip board came into the room..she asks "So where did you get burned"...I dropped trow and she turned about 5 shades of red and said "I'll go get the doctor". Great, I just exposed myself to a nurse..doctor comes in laughing, "I heard you've been exposing yourself to our staff!" Real funny doc. plower. 2nd degree burns on my noodle and balls, burned for a week straight. Painkillers were my best friend during that week. And even a slight erection was like getting kicked in the balls due to the blisters involved.
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Not to make light of your pain, but.......
As a kid I worked as a volunteer in the burn ward of a childrens hospital... It was the most gut wrenching thing I have ever done. Even with the drugs they were given, theses kids were in horrible pain.
I hope it heals up quickly for you.
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Originally posted by Krusher
Not to make light of your pain, but.......
As a kid I worked as a volunteer in the burn ward of a childrens hospital... It was the most gut wrenching thing I have ever done. Even with the drugs they were given, theses kids were in horrible pain.
I hope it heals up quickly for you.
You and my wife could talk! She worked(works, still does, occasionally, float pool)as an RN in the Pediatric Burn Intensive Care Unit at Harborview(Level 1, only 5 like it in the world) for 13 years. She'd come home almost in tears some days...because 25% of the victims in her ward were usually the victim of child abuse burns.
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I HATE getting burned...nothing worse.
Santa, sounds like those were 3rd degree burns too...no wonder your post was entitled "ouch"!
I hope you are right handed?
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Originally posted by Ripsnort
You and my wife could talk! She worked(works, still does, occasionally, float pool)as an RN in the Pediatric Burn Intensive Care Unit at Harborview(Level 1, only 5 like it in the world) for 13 years. She'd come home almost in tears some days...because 25% of the victims in her ward were usually the victim of child abuse burns.
I admire her greatly. I did it for 6 months or so and was wiped out emotionaly.
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been there, done that, go back and do it again most days.
be a welder for awhile. after a bit of practice you can learn to take a burn like that and not flinch (it screws up the weld you know). you just bite your tongue and finish the weld. hopefully it happens twards the end of a pass so you can cool it off and put the fire out (that started on your shirt as the molten steel passed through it) before it gets out of hand.
sorry, I know it hurts like hell. but you don't get much burn simpathy from welders.
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Originally posted by capt. apathy
been there, done that, go back and do it again most days.
be a welder for awhile. after a bit of practice you can learn to take a burn like that and not flinch (it screws up the weld you know). you just bite your tongue and finish the weld. hopefully it happens twards the end of a pass so you can cool it off and put the fire out (that started on your shirt as the molten steel passed through it) before it gets out of hand.
sorry, I know it hurts like hell. but you don't get much burn simpathy from welders.
Nothing worse than getting a little ball of molten steel in your boot.... OMG that hurts.
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Originally posted by Krusher
I admire her greatly. I did it for 6 months or so and was wiped out emotionaly.
Takes a special person to volunteer or do it for a living. Naturally she's one of those special persons..she'd have to be to be married to me! ;)
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Originally posted by midnight Target
Nothing worse than getting a little ball of molten steel in your boot.... OMG that hurts.
Except getting one down the back of your shirt on an overhead weld. :)
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Just imagine, StSanta, your mini-burn is just a small sample of what you will experience in HELL if you don't change your pagan ways... it's a sign from God....
REPENT! :D
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Well I can tell you about burns.
Ouch, Rip!
When I was 2 years old, I was playing near where Mom was ironing. Either she asked me to unplug it, or I did it on my own...but either way, I pulled an iron onto myself and managed to block it with my left hand. Quick visit to the ER and it was beyond them.
Make a really long story short, I have a skin graft from my thigh (scar tissue) for my entire left palm, and my middle finger. Over the years I've had to have plastic surgery to stretch, adjust and accomdate the graft as I got older. I can't stretch it as far as my right hand, so things like piano lessons were a bit odd since I couldn't quite hit the far away keys...but I adapted. My last surgery was when I was 22 or so...they did some zig-zag kind of incisions to allow my thumb some extended freedom, etc.
Luckily, it was never a hinderance for flying, or with the motorcycles...though I always had to adjust the hell out of the clutch cable to accommodate me.
And I'm lucky, sure its ugly, but I have the function...and its in my palm, where its not blatantly visible.
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LOL Gunthr.
Actually God is an atheist loving God. So he'll send anyone who doesn't believe in him to heaven, and believers to hell.
Feel the heat yet? :D
Heh apathy, sounds like a squeak to me, being a welder. OTOH, is it very common to get 3rd degree burns that need medical attention?
I've had less burns before. They hurt. This was magnitudes worse though. Maybe I'm just a wimp.
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actually 3rd degree burns happen ever day or so. most are less than 3/16 of an inch but usually equally deep.
as far as requiring medical attention. you only need to watch a dr. charge a couple hundred bucks to clean out a wound, put some salve on it, and tell you to keep it clean and dry a few times before your opinion of what requires medical attention changes dramaticly.
basicly anything less than 2" ( 5 cm) dia. I take care of myself (unless it goes very deep or is too close to nerve bundles, ect that could be more serious damage).
and when I do have to goto a Dr I make sure the write a very large script for silvadene (sp?) cream (keeps out infection). I can usually get a suply that will last for a year or so worth of burns.
the nastiest burn I've ever seen (saw it happen, never actually looked at his burn)was about 10 years ago.
me and another guy where welding stainless steel overhead. it sloped up at a 45 deg angle so it was a overhead/verticle weld. we where in a reclined position and a big glob of stainless fell and burnt through the chest of the guys cover-alls, I was changing rods so I seen the whole thing happen. stainless doesn't burn like regular steel (regular steel will burn when exposed to air and cover itself in a ash like slag that insulates it some so it gives off it's heat slower) so stainless is a much nastier burn.
so I see this drop fall to his chest. he keeps welding while rocking around to try to keep it moving on his chest until it cools (so the burn doesn't go too deep). since he is reclined at an angle it rolls farther down on his stomach every time it moves, but it's a big glob and doesn't cool off near fast enough. all of a suden he throws down his stingerand jumps up to standing and clutches his belt buckle (aparently it had become stuck behind his belt and was burning deep) HUGE MISTAKE. his face goes completely white, he passes out, and hits the floor. so when he got it out from behind his belt it fell lower and landed right on the end of his..... ya, 3rd degree burn right there. he was in agony for weeks. couldn't even look at a reasonably atractive woman without it literaly bringing tears to his eyes.
btw to any other welders out there. don't you hate that few moments when you smell cotton burning as you are welding, and you always think to yourself "some poor SOB's on fire, dumb bellybutton probably doesn't even know it" then you find your leg starting to get real warm
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Good story Capt!
Yeah, stainless doesn't slag up due to less impurities in the steel that are intentionally "cooked" out during process apparently.
Ouch! Bet that left a scar too.
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OMG Capt.,, that hurt to read.
I may have shared this one before, but .....
I was driving across West Texas with my ex. We stopped for coffee and continued on Highway 10. About 15 minutes later I reached for the cup of java and it slips out of my hand. The liquid covers my crotch, and my initial reaction was to yell and raise up in the seat.
The thing was, the coffee had cooled enough so that there was no burning at all, just wettness.
My ex doesn't know this of course. She just sees be raise up and yell. Thinking fast, she reaches for our jug of icewater down by the floor, and dumps the entire contents onto my crotch.
I finally regained control of the car after a few seconds. Lucky it was West Texas.... no traffic.
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I burn myself all the time it seems so I finally bought an Aloe plant and keep it by the kitchen sink.
If I get burned now I just break off a little piece and rub the oil on the burn and no pain.
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Real burns - those that carbonise the tissue - are not painfull in the beginning because the nerves are dead. They take an awfull time to heal though.
When I was about 10 years old, I was testing my willpower by holding a sigarette to my wrist for a minute - had to blow on it to keep it up. Went all the way to the bone - just a quarter inch black circle of carbon. It took about 6 month to heal - on a child and I ended up with a circular quarter-sized scar.
Compared to that third-degree burns/blisters caused by a boiling water are much more painfull in the beginning but not nearly as bad - they heal fast and do not leave a trace. We used to fall asleep in the army next to the hot radiator and wake up wit a spectacular set of blisters on our arms.
Of course you have to be carefull with those radiators. I once had to press the back of my hand against a hot radiator for about 20 minutes. Boy, was I ever wrong! It was not water but a steam radiator! Took 4 months to heal and I have a scar on the back of my hand as a reminder of that night. :(
miko
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here's another one for you.
my son went to Sand Lake to ride dirtbikes on the dunes with some friends of ours. he was a freshman in highschool so as you can imagine he was going too fast (much like anyone else at that age, if you have more throttle you pull it, if you can get another gear you do).
so anyway he takes a steep hill too fast and flips the bike back on himself as he crests the top. to add to the stupidity he was riding in shorts. got a nice mufler burn on the inside of his leg.
so they bring him home. my wife calls at work and asks if she should take him to the hospital. I tell her I'll be home in a couple hours to look at and to wait till then.
so I look at it. give him a couple tylanol for the pain, clean out the sand and dead meat, put some cream on it, explain that he needs to let it get some air a couple time a day, and to "keep it clean, keep it dry, and try not to be such a dumb-ass next time". then went back to work.
so monday comes around and he goes to school, the teacher sees the bandage and asks what happened, she asks if he's seen a Dr, he tells her no but my dad looked at it. so she sends him to the clinic at the school.
so the dr agreed that it looked clean and was healing fine, and gave him some more cream for it.
then the Dr asks why he didn't go to the hospital for this burn.
the kid says "mom was going to take me but then dad came home to look at it first"
DR asks "what did your dad say when he saw how bad it was? this is a pretty serious burn"
"keep it clean, keep it dry, and try not to be such a dumb-ass next time"
Dr. says "he doesn't sound like a very compasionate man"
the kid looks at him and says "if your father wont tell you when your acting like a dumb-ass who will? compasion is what mom is for"
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Santa - hope it wasn't your wanking hand. :D
Ripsnort - wow! I didn't laugh at your injuries. But I had a little snicker (safe to use that word now that Dowding has gone) about erection difficulties! Had you "completed your family" at the time of this incident?
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I was testing my willpower by holding a sigarette to my wrist for a minute
Geez, I don't think I could do that for one second... crazy things we do as kids, huh?
I saw a college janitor working in an electrical meter room who had "made a connection" with a wrench - maybe 220 or 440, not sure. Anyway he got a "flashburn" from the waist up.
Afterwords, he was sitting on a blanket on the ground holding his arms out, shedding all his skin, red as a lobster. Paramedics were pouring saline solution over him getting ready to transport. He did not feel any pain whatsoever. I asked the paramedic how bad it was. The paramedic told me that he might not survive it. I couldn't believe it. The guy who was burnt had no idea how badly he was hurt. He was talking about getting home in time to do something with his family. He went to the hospital instead, was admitted, and he was dead a few days later.
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Santa, why don't you post this to http://www.darwinawards.com :)
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Originally posted by miko2d
...I once had to press the back of my hand against a hot radiator for about 20 minutes...
why in the hell did you have to press your hand to a radiator??
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Originally posted by beet1e
Santa - hope it wasn't your wanking hand. :D
Ripsnort - wow! I didn't laugh at your injuries. But I had a little snicker (safe to use that word now that Dowding has gone) about erection difficulties! Had you "completed your family" at the time of this incident?
I think you read it wrong...let me put it another way, my girlfriend was NOT allowed to unclothe in front of me for a good two weeks..or else if they little bugger expanded just a hair...blisters were busting!
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Originally posted by Ripsnort
Burns are the worst, and also the worst way to die.
In 1979, our "Crew" won the Safety crew of the quarter at Boeing in Plant 2. So, customary Hot coffee and donuts (you *know* where this is going, don't you?)
I get a nice hot cup of steaming coffee in the little styrofoam cup, go back to my seat, sit down, cross my legs..oops, there goes the coffee, right down into my crotch, the whole cup. No problem, except I have tight jeans on (popular in the 70's) and now I'm grabbing my crotch to attempt to keep the hot coffee-soaked jeans away from my genitals! :eek: I went to the nurses station, and they called an ambulance, I went to Harborview Emergency where a nice gal in a white smock and a clip board came into the room..she asks "So where did you get burned"...I dropped trow and she turned about 5 shades of red and said "I'll go get the doctor". Great, I just exposed myself to a nurse..doctor comes in laughing, "I heard you've been exposing yourself to our staff!" Real funny doc. plower. 2nd degree burns on my noodle and balls, burned for a week straight. Painkillers were my best friend during that week. And even a slight erection was like getting kicked in the balls due to the blisters involved.
And you did not sue Juan Valdez? Loser :)
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Rip,
there's an entry on that Darmin Awards site for a Boeing employee...Auburn, Wa ?
"15 January 2002, Washington) A 49-year-old Boeing worker, a sixteen-year member of the Machinists union, became dangerously careless on the job and suffered dire consequences.
...He was working on a giant, computer-controlled machine that makes parts out of metal blocks using hydraulics to control its movement. The hydraulic lines hold over 20,000 PSI of pressure even when the machine is shut off. Despite redundant safety procedures, tags, warning signs, and a fearful co-worker, this employee began to remove a hydraulic line without first relieving the pressure. The bolts holding the line in place were so tight that he had to locate a 4-foot section of pipe to attach to his ratchet to give him enough leverage to loosen the bolt. For some, that would have been warning enough.
Four high-strength bolts attached the line to the machine. The soon-to-be-ex-employee had removed three, and loosened the fourth, when the bolt snapped. A foot-long, 3" diameter brass sleeve was inside the line to prevent the hose from kinking. It shot out and hit the mechanic in the forehead with such force that it knocked him back eight feet, ricocheted off his head, and hit a crane fifty feet overhead.
The maintenance worker never knew what hit him. "
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Originally posted by LePaul
Rip,
there's an entry on that Darmin Awards site for a Boeing employee...Auburn, Wa ?
"15 January 2002, Washington) A 49-year-old Boeing worker, a sixteen-year member of the Machinists union, became dangerously careless on the job and suffered dire consequences.
...He was working on a giant, computer-controlled machine that makes parts out of metal blocks using hydraulics to control its movement. The hydraulic lines hold over 20,000 PSI of pressure even when the machine is shut off. Despite redundant safety procedures, tags, warning signs, and a fearful co-worker, this employee began to remove a hydraulic line without first relieving the pressure. The bolts holding the line in place were so tight that he had to locate a 4-foot section of pipe to attach to his ratchet to give him enough leverage to loosen the bolt. For some, that would have been warning enough.
Four high-strength bolts attached the line to the machine. The soon-to-be-ex-employee had removed three, and loosened the fourth, when the bolt snapped. A foot-long, 3" diameter brass sleeve was inside the line to prevent the hose from kinking. It shot out and hit the mechanic in the forehead with such force that it knocked him back eight feet, ricocheted off his head, and hit a crane fifty feet overhead.
The maintenance worker never knew what hit him. "
Yep, I knew him too.:(
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One summer we headed down to Wisconsin Dells (touristy place in WI for summer fun - waterslides and such) with my cousins to enjoy the heat. Spent all day in one park going from ride to ride, walking around, etc. No shirt or sunscreen, of course, which meant I got one hell of a sunburn on my face and upper back, shoulders and chest. Came home, put some lotion on it and enjoyed the AC.
Next morning, I had plans to go out golfing with my grandma and since I was invincible, no little sunburn would stop me even if it would be another hot Wisconsin day with plenty of humidity. Got dressed, threw on a black shirt (because I'm really smart) and went golfing. Near the last hole I started feeling really weird, no pain, just weird. So, finished the hole and headed home with grandma...started feeling more weird on the way home.
She dropped me off, and I went in, sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, still feeling weird, and then it dawned on me that it might be my sunburn, so I looked under my shirt. BLISTERS?! I took off my shirt and headed to the bathroom for a closer inspection in the mirror. My entire upper torso looked like it was wrapped in bubble wrap. Mom & Stepdad are at work, I'm wigging out as I'm now getting the willys just looking at myself (you know that feeling you get when you see something you couldn't possibly want to see or touch).
Quick idiot thinking, instead of heading for the phone to seek advice, I hopped the shower under cold water and proceeded to pop every last blister. Got out, in pain, and proceeded to dry off as best as I could without causing more pain, then called my mom in a huff and tears. She came home immediately, and all was better. Suprisingly I got no infection from popping all the blisters.
Man, it gives me the willys just to think about that to this day!
SOB
...there was also the time right after high school, when I worked at a quick lube place. Reached up to unscrew an oil filter and hit the back of my wrist on a nice hot exhaust manifold. I immediately jerked my arm down and grabbed the burned area with my other greasy hand - whiping off several layers of skin.
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Gunthr: Geez, I don't think I could do that for one second... crazy things we do as kids, huh?
You could say that again. When we were 12, my friend and I melted about half-liter of led (scavenged from car batteries) - maybe 5-8 pounds, had to use both hands to hold that weight steady - in a pot and decided to pour it into pot of water on the floor in order to... heck knows what we were trying to do.
Anyway, once the first drops of molten led made contact with water, there was a spectacular steam explosion, we both jumped, he bumped me (honest) and I poured few pounds of led over his arm - from elbow to the wrist.
He flung his arm and the layer of led just fell off his arm like a shell, in one piece, maybe half a pound. Surprisingly, his burns were not too severe (considering). I suspect that was because we both were sweaty from all the heat and the layer of steam from vaporised sweat protected his skin from direct contact for the crucial fraction of a second.
Few years later that same guy gave me a facefull of mace - for strictly testing purposes. We had no idea what mace was in Soviet Union - his father brough it from abroad and it was not civilian variety but a solid military/law-enforcement version from some third-world country where people are not sissies like civilised western folk. For a few minutes I was sure I've lost the eyesight. Fortunately, terrible pain distracted me from distressing thoughts untill I was able to open my eyes again...
Oh, the childhood...
miko
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Furious: why in the hell did you have to press your hand to a radiator??
I admit - that was not my proudest moment. I was young and full of hormones - please remember that.
I was "making out" with a bridesmaid I've just met that day at my friend's wedding - in the newlywed couple's appartment where we went after the day was over. You must understand that soviet appartments were small and furniture sparse. The only real bed was occupied by the married couple. We had to do with the less convenient piece of furniture.
I thought it would be a good idea to put my hand under her head for a while instead of repositioning her...
She seemed to be pretty impressed when she noticed the massive wound the next day. Well, she was young and still dumb too. We went out for a few months after that.
The second stupid thing I did about this burn was to tell my wife when she got curious about the origin of the scar. Even though she was what - 10-11 years old when that happened - she still feels jelous every time she sees it (it is now the color of the skin rather than ugly pink but still visible, especially if I tan). Go figure...
miko
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SOB: One summer we headed down to Wisconsin Dells (touristy place in WI for summer fun - waterslides and such) with my cousins to enjoy the heat. Spent all day in one park going from ride to ride, walking around, etc. No shirt or sunscreen, of course, which meant I got one hell of a sunburn on my face and upper back,
Oh, f#$k - thank you very much for reminding me of another painfull moment - two actually.
When I came home from military service - white like a dead corpse, I decided to get a quick tan. I climbed on the roof and laid there dressed in the smallest underwear I could find for 2 hours. Fortunately, I decided to tan my back the next day.
Forget blisters - I removed a layer of the skin from my knee to where the edge of my underwear was in one piece. From each leg, of course. Same from my whole chest. I could not put on any clothes for days.
My first year in USA (1990) my friends took me to the amusement park where there is a ski area in the winter and "slides" in the summer. I got into a tiny plastic cart which is supposed to slide inside a very smooth cement(?) half-pipe about eight hundred feet total vertical drop to the bottom.
I did not try to be fancy - just assumed that the track is designed in such way that you cannot possibly fall out. So I pulled the brake and just held it there. The cart did not fell out of the track but I fell out of the cart and slid few dozen yards on the smooth concrete "braking" with my legs (on the round edges of the half-pipe) and elbows. Major burns on my arms and legs. Nothing on the body - the clothes desintegrated but held long enough. Actually got madical help this time at the park's nurse's office. Even she was impressed at the extent of injuries.
God, that was painfull. No wonder I forgot all about it until this very moment. Thank you very much ! :rolleyes:
miko
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You're Welcome! :D
SOB
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Anyone here seen the "Remember Charlie" safety video?
AKDejaVu
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Damn you StSanta and this stupid thread. Fuggin' thing jinxed me! I just hopped in the shower and got the scald treatment no less than 6 times.
Scald Treatment: I live in an old apt complex, probably build in late 50s early 60s, and while showering if anyone in any of the adjacent apts decides to flush their toilet or use a large amount of cold water, the cold water in my shower turns off leaving me with a steady stream of hot assed water. After the 6th time I lost it, hit the side of the shower and shouted "Golly-geemit" at the top of my lungs. I think I scared my neighbor because it stopped after that! :)
SOB
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Damn you SOB...
From now on you are banned from telling us of your shower experiences. The imagery is just too damaging.
AKDejaVu
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Speaking of noodle damage - do not crawl over the razor wire! If you really have to - shift the magazine pouches to the front.
Probably not as bad as a penice burn, but still no fun.
Heck, did I have a busy time in my days - and all those memories were safely supressed for decades until I saw this stupid thread.
Stop thinking, stop thinking...
miko
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Worked in the USAISR burn unit for 2 1/2 years .
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Speaking of noodle damage -
How long before this is in a sig??
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About two years ago I'm at an outside party in November. It is a gray, cold, rainy day but ther is a blazing bonfire made out of pallets.
There is a fairly drunk guy being a stooge by the fire, dancing around dangerously, showing off... Out of the corner of my eye I see him suddenly fall in the fire. I watched him for about a second that seemed like a minute. Halfway through the fall I think: "If he keeps moving and Rolls out he'll be fine accept for some singed hair." Well, he didn't. He stops in the fire, and I see him put his hand down in the embers and push himself out. At that moment I took off sprinting and was there in time to help finish pulling him to his feet while stripping off his smoking jacket in the process.
I grabbed the push-off hand by the wrist and saw a number of small, deep third degree burns, some charred black and gray, with a few wide but not deep third-degree burns into the flesh of his palm. I poured the rest of my Guniess on his hand to immediately cool anything that might still be burning in there (figuring he would be getting it washed down with saline in a few minutes anyway) and said: "Dude, you have third degree burns, you're going to the hospital..."
To which he replied something along the lines of: "No way, I'll just wash it off. Give me some Ice, I'm not going anywhere... blah, blah, drunk chatter, blah, blah..."
"No, dude, you don't understand, YOU HAVE THIRD DEGREE BURNS, you ARE going to the hospital..."
This goes on for a few minutes, until the host of the party and a few others finally convince him to leave.
Anyway, the guy shows up about two hours later, his hand bandaged, still drunk. He has another beer, screws around a bit more (that got cut short pretty quick) has a few more beers...
The kicker, because he was drunk they refused to give him a perscription for any pain meds. He was a happy camper at the party, but, as Santa describes, I imagine he had more than a hangover the next morning. What a handsomehunk.
Charon
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Ouch Apathy.
Glad I'm not a welder. You guys should get paid extra for that toejame, seriously.
LOL man, you guys are worse clowns than me :D. I'm surprised some of you are still alive :D.
Those teenage hormones are dangerous things. i remember when I was up on the roof of our house to fix some tiles that were broken. They were nailed down and I wanted to show my father just how resourceful I was, so I took a hammer, but the nail removal thingy around it, leaned backwards....and tumbled down the roof htitting the ground flat on my back :D.
My father wasn't much impressed :D
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Speaking of burning Penii.
LONDON (Reuters) - Laptops have always been a hot item but a 50-year-old scientist didn't realise just how much until he burned his noodle.
The previously healthy father of two remembered feeling a burning sensation after he had been writing a report at home for about an hour with the computer on his lap.
He noticed a redness and irritation the following day but it wasn't until he was examined by a doctor that he realised how much damage had been done.
"The ventral part of his scrotal skin had turned red, and there was a blister with a diameter of about two centimetres (0.8 inches)," Claes-Gorn Ostenson, of the Karolinska Institute in Sweden, wrote in a letter published in The Lancet medical journal on Friday.
Two days later, the blisters broke and the wounds became infected and then crusted but after about a week the unidentified scientist was "healing quite rapidly."
Ostenson noted that the computer manual did warn against operating it directly on exposed skin but said the patient had lap burns even though he had been wearing trousers and underpants.
"This...story should be taken as a serious warning against use of a laptop in a literal sense," he added.