Its amazing how much a burn ward costs a day. I was holding the visonware dish of naptha, which was boiling very furiously, moving it off the hotplate, and when I moved it out of the flow of air from the fan that was keeping the fumes from settling and accumulating, it ignited in my hand. Stupid move, moving it all when it was boiling that much. I've had naptha flash before, and it was always easy to control. This time it was flaming and rolling over the sides of the dish and over my hand. I jerked, got flaming naptha on my chest, realized the wet towel was all the way over there and the sand was all the way over there and that fire extinquisher I was so proud of was under there and I had to make a decision really really quick.
Anytime you become accustomed to doing something you become casual about the inherent risk in doing what you are doing. I did, was stupid at the wrong moment, and paid for it. When I dropped and rolled to get the flames out, I knocked a lens out of my glasses. The shirt reignited as I tried to pull it off, and I had to drop and roll again. Once I got the flames on my chest out I had no trouble getting the situation controlled. I had the wet towel, the sand, and a fire extinguisher on hand. The bitch was driving the fifteen miles to the hospital at night without glasses and with skin dripping off the hand I was holding out in the night air. I could see exposed bone in two fingers.
The skin grew back, and I survived without any disability from the excitement.
That was the worst fuck up I've had thus far.
Anytime you become accustomed to doing something you become casual about the inherent risk in doing what you are doing. I did, was stupid at the wrong moment, and paid for it. When I dropped and rolled to get the flames out, I knocked a lens out of my glasses. The shirt reignited as I tried to pull it off, and I had to drop and roll again. Once I got the flames on my chest out I had no trouble getting the situation controlled. I had the wet towel, the sand, and a fire extinguisher on hand. The bitch was driving the fifteen miles to the hospital at night without glasses and with skin dripping off the hand I was holding out in the night air. I could see exposed bone in two fingers.
The skin grew back, and I survived without any disability from the excitement.
That was the worst fuck up I've had thus far.