february 9th 6PM

i'm going to tell you up front that this post will not be chronological. and, i'm not sure if anyone besides my family still reads my blog. but, at least some of the story will be documented here for future reference. 

i was hungry but not 'cook a whole meal' hungry. recently my go to meal is an egg fried sandwich. i remember getting out all of the ingredients and noticing the bread was stale. decided to pop the bread into the micro for a few seconds of heat. 

i don't know if i felt it first, smelled it first or what. but i looked down and a small part of my shirt was on fire. about the size of my palm. so many thoughts zooming through my head in such a small amount of time. i know that the first thing i thought of was to get a towel and put out the fire by smothering it. in time that it took me to think that thought and start looking for the towel the shirt was burning at the rate of tissue paper. just woosh. my next thought was drop and roll. 

the whole time i was screaming 'i'm on fire'... roomie was in the kitchen with me. she grabbed the kitchen sprayer and sprayed me down. then i turned away from her and she saw that the fire was trying to burn up the back of my sweater as well. 

once past that point i had taken the stance of a scare crow, screaming at the top of my lungs, crying and hyperventilating. the fire had turned on 3 alarms in the house. roomie made another quick decision to call 911 instead of going in the car. i don't know where they came from but they were not far away.

ent and police officers everywhere. i remember that it didn't take them long to get the pain under control -- it was just my hyperventilating (panic attack) that took almost the whole ride to the hospital to get under control.

and, then, yes, just how it is on tv, everything is being cut off of me with damp gauze being placed over the burns.

yes, there were good looking ents. and police officers. and yes. me. there. birthday suit, burns, crying, hysterics...the whole kit and caboodle.

roomie told me later that while they were taking me to the ER they were questioning her as to what happened. they even queried about our "relationship" and whether or not we had had a fight. 

i'm running out of memories. i'll try write more soon. 

i leave you with the burn area

and my leg where the skin graft was taken for the burn area.

thank you everyone for being there.  dancer