After the stupid 2nd degree finger-burns (from mis-using a perfectly safe firework, deliberately), I was given Silvadine to slather on them - a white almost-Cool-Whip consistency frothy paste with lots of silver in it. Keeps the oxygen off, helps the burns heal.

I have zero scarring (no hair grows on those fingers, and they TAN faster than the rest of my hands - but no scars) and it wasn't painful (for the most part; don't ask me about debreding burns tho).

Wow. I didn't think I'll wake up to a hardcore Me and the ER morning. And I woke up from such a lovely Austen dream.

shivers from some of the stories.

I know someone who gave themselves a burn when, in a fit of absent-mindedness, they decided to check if the oil in the frying pan had reached boiling point yet - with their hand.

I had very few ER trips. Once, when my eardrum ruptured, my mother took me in under the table at the ER where she worked because it was the middle of the night and she didn't want to drive to the Group Health Urgent Care.

Somehow, when I got the knife in the thigh, we just got an appointment at the regular clinic. Did have to do urgent care when my brother split my ear open with a bowl full of chocolate chips.

I had one alcohol poisoning ER trip in college, and one ER trip when I was pregnant with Lillian.

Having an ER nurse as a mother apparently cuts down on actual ER visits. It was like growing up with your own personal triage team. (Plus, as she was an ER nurse, I was never allowed to do anything risky, AKA, fun.)

The last thing I heard before my first trip to the ER was, "Whatever you do- don't play with that pocket knife."

I know someone who gave themselves a burn when, in a fit of absent-mindedness, they decided to check if the oil in the frying pan had reached boiling point yet - with their hand.

I am so convinced afraid I'm going to do this one day.

Still. I will not do what my sister's room mate did when faced with an oil fire. Since everyone knows you can't throw water on that, he used...ice.

Yeah, it worked about as well as you think.

Still. I will not do what my sister's room mate did when faced with an oil fire. Since everyone knows you can't throw water on that, he used...ice.

a. That was awesome, and

2) Bec once tossed a frying pan of boiling oil into a full sink. Still shudder thinking about how that could've gone.

A friend of mine who used to work in a hospital said the most common phrase uttered by ER patients is, "I knew it was stupid when I was doing it."

I don't remember any ER trip. My mom is a nurse too, but it's me who's restricting myself from anything that can cause me pain.

All of my ER trips were before I was 4. One was after I fell and opened my chin, at about the age of one. The other, when I was about 3-4, and let me tell you - I'm lucky to be alive after that.

I was swinging on a swing in kindergarten (and that's still exciting enough for me up to this day - I mean, you can fall from swings!). Some of the other kids threw, unintentionally, a piece of something sharp and metallic. That something pretty much scalped my forehead. If it had hurt me a second later, it would have meet my throat.

I only learned about it when I asked my mom why did I have short hair in the pictures of me around these ages. I don't remember a thing.

Right. Awake enough to write a post here is awake enough to back to studying statistics. I'm sorry for bitching about it so much, bitches, but it'll end in 36 hours, for better or worse.

You'll make it, Shir.

the most common phrase uttered by ER patients is, "I knew it was stupid when I was doing it."

Second most common phrase: "It seemed like a good idea at the time."