I know I’ve been quiet lately, and mainly it’s been me doing nothing.

Back in June I spilled hot cooking oil on my toes. I’ll put the TLDR here and anyone who wants to read the details can scroll down. Basically what happened is I was woken up by the smoke detector to find no one in the kitchen and a cast iron skillet smoking on the stove. When I went to move the skillet I spilled the oil in the skillet on my feet.

I will say the one thing I am glad I got from my dad is a high pain tolerance.

Also earlier this year I learned that I had been diagnosed with ADD years ago, when I first started school. I honestly think I got from my mom. Though having ADD does explain some of the issues I’ve been trying to understand about myself.























-THE LONG VERSION-

My mom was dog-sitting and had just set a cast iron skillet on the stove with some oil in it, when the dog escapes outside. She and my dad run outside after the dog. So while she and my dad were chasing the dog I was asleep, only to be woken up by the smoke detector. I get up, without putting on my glasses, thinking the smoke detector was just going off because it has a habit of doing so when ever my mom gets near the stove. It has gone off and she has just turned the eye on. It's not because she burns things. I think it is just the way the air flow is with the kitchen or the placement of the smoke detector is too close to the stove.

Anyway, as I enter the kitchen I can see smoke coming from the skillet and quickly grab a pot holder to move it to an off eye. What I don’t see is that there is oil in the skillet. The motion of moving the skillet cause the oil to slosh out and onto both my feet.

I growl in pain and irritation as I set the skillet down on the cold stove eye. Then quickly rush to my room and pop the cap off of a bottle of aloe vera gel, dump the gel on my toes. Then return to the kitchen, grab several bottles of room temp water and take them outside on the porch.

As I’m about to dump the water on my toes my mom returns. I tell her what happened, as I pour the water on my feet. She gets a wash basin and we pour the water over my feet in the basin. We then go to urgent care, have my feet wrapped, and get some disinfectant ointment.

A few days later I go to the doctor to get a note for my job so that I can be out to heal. The reason I went to urgent care first instead of the doctor is I don’t have health insurance.

So the doctor asks some questions and then makes the doctor’s note. While I’m there I ask to get a prescription for an asthma inhaler. I hadn’t had asthma medicine for about 10 years or so now and thought while I’m here might as well go about getting some just in case.

I’ve been lucky in that time that I haven’t had a major asthma attack but I think that is in part knowing the main triggers that set it off and avoiding them.

So I deliver the doctor’s note to my job and spend the next month sitting back and healing. Then like an idiot I get well enough, or so I thought, to go back to work. The sores had healed but the skin was still tender and as a result of going back to work too soon my feet break out in a rash that reopens the wounds. I end up telling my manager and they allow me to take three weeks off which I take and this time fully heal.