Damn I feel stupid..

Always keep an Aloe Vera plant around. Instant burn relief.

Unfortunately this went way beyond what Aloe could fix.
They said it was second and third degree burns.
It hurt worse than the hip replacement or the cancer surgery aftermath.
I'll call it a lesson I wont soon forget.

Lots of Vitamin E oil, pure only.
Sorry this hurts so much.

Next time, just stick to accidents in the kitchen that involve blueberries.


The wife told me I look like Michael Jackson with the one handed white glove.:lol:

Them's divorce words!
 
I hope you didn't have a black doctor at the ER.

I hope you get Ben Carson for a brain surgeon.
At least Carson has proven himself, unlike these Third World Shaka Zulu clowns named "Muhammed Shalem A'Lakem Naiburo Jones" who finished in the bottom half of their class at the medical school in Grenada. Those dark ER docs are usually bums who contract to work at a hospital, enabled by the need to attain a certain level of "diversity". I would not trust one of those fuckers to know which end of the thermometer goes into what orifice.
 
I hope you didn't have a black doctor at the ER.

I hope you get Ben Carson for a brain surgeon.
At least Carson has proven himself, unlike these Third World Shaka Zulu clowns named "Muhammed Shalem A'Lakem Naiburo Jones" who finished in the bottom half of their class at the medical school in Grenada. Those dark ER docs are usually bums who contract to work at a hospital, enabled by the need to attain a certain level of "diversity". I would not trust one of those fuckers to know which end of the thermometer goes into what orifice.

And these impressions come from --- what orifice again?

Maybe I should tell you first, I work with the medical community. A lot.
 
I hope you didn't have a black doctor at the ER.

I hope you get Ben Carson for a brain surgeon.
At least Carson has proven himself, unlike these Third World Shaka Zulu clowns named "Muhammed Shalem A'Lakem Naiburo Jones" who finished in the bottom half of their class at the medical school in Grenada. Those dark ER docs are usually bums who contract to work at a hospital, enabled by the need to attain a certain level of "diversity". I would not trust one of those fuckers to know which end of the thermometer goes into what orifice.

And these impressions come from --- what orifice again?

Maybe I should tell you first, I work with the medical community. A lot.
Just because you frequent medical supply stores to buy your rubber gloves and enema kits does not mean that you "work with the medical community".
 
I hope you didn't have a black doctor at the ER.

I hope you get Ben Carson for a brain surgeon.
At least Carson has proven himself, unlike these Third World Shaka Zulu clowns named "Muhammed Shalem A'Lakem Naiburo Jones" who finished in the bottom half of their class at the medical school in Grenada. Those dark ER docs are usually bums who contract to work at a hospital, enabled by the need to attain a certain level of "diversity". I would not trust one of those fuckers to know which end of the thermometer goes into what orifice.

And these impressions come from --- what orifice again?

Maybe I should tell you first, I work with the medical community. A lot.
Just because you frequent medical supply stores to buy your rubber gloves and enema kits does not mean that you "work with the medical community".

Nope. That would not.

Now answer the question, glove-boi.
 
I hope you didn't have a black doctor at the ER.

I hope you get Ben Carson for a brain surgeon.
At least Carson has proven himself, unlike these Third World Shaka Zulu clowns named "Muhammed Shalem A'Lakem Naiburo Jones" who finished in the bottom half of their class at the medical school in Grenada. Those dark ER docs are usually bums who contract to work at a hospital, enabled by the need to attain a certain level of "diversity". I would not trust one of those fuckers to know which end of the thermometer goes into what orifice.

And these impressions come from --- what orifice again?

Maybe I should tell you first, I work with the medical community. A lot.
Just because you frequent medical supply stores to buy your rubber gloves and enema kits does not mean that you "work with the medical community".

Nope. That would not.

Now answer the question, glove-boi.
Over the past few years I have been to the hospital with my elderly parents numerous times, I mean a lot. My mother has been due to oral cancer, falling and breaking her shoulder, falling and breaking her hip, low electrolytes (sodium, potassium) - too many times to count, infections, pneumonia twice, plus some things I am probably forgetting. My dad has been for esophageal perforations, stomach perforations, triple bypass heart surgery, kidney cancer, lung cancer, surgeries involving these, electrolyte deficiencies, 2 strokes, and probably some other stuff I am forgetting. All the time my sister and I have had to take off work and tend to our parents would blow your mind. Fortunately I am self employed and have more scheduling flexibility than she does. My lung cancer finally took my dad, but my mom is still here.

My point is that I have spent A LOT of time in hospitals dealing with these people in recent years. In addition to the Shaka Zulu ER people, you also have a lot of these Third World, borderline terrorist types, servicing as hospitalists. The specialists tend to be Caucasian, or at least Indian (I am ok with Hindus because they, unlike the Africans and sand ticks, at least have a work ethic and moral discipline). But the Muslims? They are scum bags.
 
I hope you get Ben Carson for a brain surgeon.
At least Carson has proven himself, unlike these Third World Shaka Zulu clowns named "Muhammed Shalem A'Lakem Naiburo Jones" who finished in the bottom half of their class at the medical school in Grenada. Those dark ER docs are usually bums who contract to work at a hospital, enabled by the need to attain a certain level of "diversity". I would not trust one of those fuckers to know which end of the thermometer goes into what orifice.

And these impressions come from --- what orifice again?

Maybe I should tell you first, I work with the medical community. A lot.
Just because you frequent medical supply stores to buy your rubber gloves and enema kits does not mean that you "work with the medical community".

Nope. That would not.

Now answer the question, glove-boi.
Over the past few years I have been to the hospital with my elderly parents numerous times, I mean a lot. My mother has been due to oral cancer, falling and breaking her shoulder, falling and breaking her hip, low electrolytes (sodium, potassium) - too many times to count, infections, pneumonia twice, plus some things I am probably forgetting. My dad has been for esophageal perforations, stomach perforations, triple bypass heart surgery, kidney cancer, lung cancer, surgeries involving these, electrolyte deficiencies, 2 strokes, and probably some other stuff I am forgetting. All the time my sister and I have had to take off work and tend to our parents would blow your mind. Fortunately I am self employed and have more scheduling flexibility than she does. My lung cancer finally took my dad, but my mom is still here.

My point is that I have spent A LOT of time in hospitals dealing with these people in recent years. In addition to the Shaka Zulu ER people, you also have a lot of these Third World, borderline terrorist types, servicing as hospitalists. The specialists tend to be Caucasian, or at least Indian (I am ok with Hindus because they, unlike the Africans and sand ticks, at least have a work ethic and moral discipline). But the Muslims? They are scum bags.

Clearly you went to the wrong room. Next time be sure to ask for a Blanketgeneralizationectomy. Stat.
 
I hope you didn't have a black doctor at the ER.

I hope you get Ben Carson for a brain surgeon.
At least Carson has proven himself, unlike these Third World Shaka Zulu clowns named "Muhammed Shalem A'Lakem Naiburo Jones" who finished in the bottom half of their class at the medical school in Grenada. Those dark ER docs are usually bums who contract to work at a hospital, enabled by the need to attain a certain level of "diversity". I would not trust one of those fuckers to know which end of the thermometer goes into what orifice.
ebola carriers.
 
Making Chicken glazed with marmalade and apricot this evening and pulled the pan from a 425 oven with a pot holder only to turn around and grab it with a bare hand....
After a trip to the emergency room and a nice dose of morphine I'm home and feeling no pain.....
Hell of a good way to screw up my fishing/shooting weekend we planned for the last week.

And I didnt even get to taste it...
When did this happen? Just today?

Thursday night.
 
Making Chicken glazed with marmalade and apricot this evening and pulled the pan from a 425 oven with a pot holder only to turn around and grab it with a bare hand....
After a trip to the emergency room and a nice dose of morphine I'm home and feeling no pain.....
Hell of a good way to screw up my fishing/shooting weekend we planned for the last week.

And I didnt even get to taste it...
When did this happen? Just today?

Thursday night.
So you just got back from the hospital and when you made the post?
 
Making Chicken glazed with marmalade and apricot this evening and pulled the pan from a 425 oven with a pot holder only to turn around and grab it with a bare hand....
After a trip to the emergency room and a nice dose of morphine I'm home and feeling no pain.....
Hell of a good way to screw up my fishing/shooting weekend we planned for the last week.

And I didnt even get to taste it...
OMG. That sounds dreadful, HWGA. You poor thing. I hope it heals quickly.
 
Making Chicken glazed with marmalade and apricot this evening and pulled the pan from a 425 oven with a pot holder only to turn around and grab it with a bare hand....
After a trip to the emergency room and a nice dose of morphine I'm home and feeling no pain.....
Hell of a good way to screw up my fishing/shooting weekend we planned for the last week.

And I didnt even get to taste it...
When did this happen? Just today?

Thursday night.
So you just got back from the hospital and when you made the post?

Yep..
 
Making Chicken glazed with marmalade and apricot this evening and pulled the pan from a 425 oven with a pot holder only to turn around and grab it with a bare hand....
After a trip to the emergency room and a nice dose of morphine I'm home and feeling no pain.....
Hell of a good way to screw up my fishing/shooting weekend we planned for the last week.

And I didnt even get to taste it...
When did this happen? Just today?

Thursday night.
So you just got back from the hospital and when you made the post?

Yep..

we can thank the morphine for that probably. It sounds extremely painful. I hope it heals well.
 
Making Chicken glazed with marmalade and apricot this evening and pulled the pan from a 425 oven with a pot holder only to turn around and grab it with a bare hand....
After a trip to the emergency room and a nice dose of morphine I'm home and feeling no pain.....
Hell of a good way to screw up my fishing/shooting weekend we planned for the last week.

And I didnt even get to taste it...
When did this happen? Just today?

Thursday night.
So you just got back from the hospital and when you made the post?

Yep..

we can thank the morphine for that probably. It sounds extremely painful. I hope it heals well.

No question it's the morphine.
 
Making Chicken glazed with marmalade and apricot this evening and pulled the pan from a 425 oven with a pot holder only to turn around and grab it with a bare hand....
After a trip to the emergency room and a nice dose of morphine I'm home and feeling no pain.....
Hell of a good way to screw up my fishing/shooting weekend we planned for the last week.

And I didnt even get to taste it...
I can relate. When I was a kid I worked in a restaurant and one day grabbed a couple of towels to pick up a raging hot pot. Well one of the rags was wet, instant steam. It hurt so bad that 35 years later I still think of it in the kitchen.

Hope you feel better. Oh and don't do that!
 
Making Chicken glazed with marmalade and apricot this evening and pulled the pan from a 425 oven with a pot holder only to turn around and grab it with a bare hand....
After a trip to the emergency room and a nice dose of morphine I'm home and feeling no pain.....
Hell of a good way to screw up my fishing/shooting weekend we planned for the last week.

And I didnt even get to taste it...
I can relate. When I was a kid I worked in a restaurant and one day grabbed a couple of towels to pick up a raging hot pot. Well one of the rags was wet, instant steam. It hurt so bad that 35 years later I still think of it in the kitchen.

Hope you feel better. Oh and don't do that!

Burns are the worst!!
You'll only pull your hand out of the ice bath once on the way to the hospital.
 

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