Nope---Valentine's Day (Feb. 14) I went crazy cleaning my house. Got a steam cleaner for the carpet in the hall, went all kinds of crazy with Murphy's Oil soap on the hardwood, etc. The plan was to have my girl practically faint from the cleanliness. lol, well, not faint, but you know. I told Enip. the whole story on the phone a couple weeks ago. Freak accident.
Last thing on the day was to clean the stove. Turned the thing up to 550F (max) and let it cook for an hour to turn everything to ash and, like usual, I was gonna brass brush the oven racks to get 'em sparkling chrome. After it got molten in there I pulled out the top rack, turned to grab the brass brush and, prolly cuz my socks were damp from the carpet cleaning, just slipped. I fell and my knees hit the floor, my hands hit the top of the oven and my stomach landed right onto the 550F oven rack. You know how when you fall you're there for a few seconds? Yep, same thing. Crazy shite but the oven rack didn't break away---my weight was on my knees on the floor and my hands on the top of the stove. My stomach, however, was flush against the oven rack for a few seconds. Fried off the top 3 layers of skin from just below my nipples to my package.
I never understood the difference between the degrees of burns but I'm an expert now, lol. Thankfully, there were no 3rd or 4th degree burns, just 1st and 2nd. I went to Urgent Care 2 days later cuz it was really painful (
) and the doctor said I could be f'd from the infection that set in immediately. Apparently, you're supposed to go to the hospital when most of you're body gets burnt up.
Despite the delay, I got meds in time so that the infection didn't hit my blood or organs.
Sincerely, I'm gonna be totally fine. Been on Augmentin, Keflex, and Silver Sulfadiazine for the last 22 days and most of the pain is already gone. When it gets bad I take Percocet which, hopefully, explains and excuses my spamming last night. I'm a fan of altering consciousness but never got into pills---I don't trust the companies that claim there's a difference between pure opiates and their painkillers. But I have to admit, when the shite gets unbearable, a Percocet does paint pretty pictures. I held out for a minute but they help. Do make me goofy though.
Moral of the story---don't ever attempt to clean your oven racks without rubber-soled shoes. Better yet, don't ever clean your stove. Best yet, give your stove away.