Bestest buds and bubbling flesh

How do you know if a friend is true? Yesterday I had a run in with a frying pan full of hot grease. I was running on a small amount of sleep and three weeks filled with a lot of work. I was trying to stay up until at least 9:00 so I wouldn’t wake up in the middle of the night and not be able to go back to sleep. I was pretty much running on nerves alone.

I decided to make a fried egg sandwich for dinner. Just as I was getting ready to break the egg into the skillet, a giant bubble of grease popped and went all over my fingers. I’m screaming, but I have to put down the egg before I can dash to the sink and run cold water over my poor abused digits. I’ve been burned before, hell I ran the grill and fryers at Jack-in-the-Box in high school. I know from pain! On so many levels.

So last night I was sitting around, without an egg sandwich, with my scalding fingers in a bowl of ice water. Every time I took them out for longer than 10 seconds they would get to burning so bad I had to submerge them again. I was really stressed too, because I couldn’t miss work. The next day I have a public meeting I’m in charge of, and is the culmination of more than 2 years work. I have to be there! So what was I going to do?

I’ll tell you what I did, I called my bestest buds. Debbi showed up with gauze and burn ointment and then went to the drug store to talk to the pharmacist and bring home more burn cream and Tylenol 3 with codeine. She got the Tylenol from her house not the pharmacist. She even rounded me up a super supply of ice. She sat with me while I was being pitiful and made me laugh.

I managed to get some good sleep thanks to the Tylenol. Also the original burn cream, which was a natural product, seemed to give me the most relief. Who knew? It so seldom works out that way.

Even though my fingers are covered in bubbling flesh today, they are working well and there is little pain. Of course its really, really ugly, and I’m living in terror of knocking it against something.

So the moral of this story is that a bestest buddy will come to your aid, stay by your side, make you laugh, and even call you the next day to check on you. Not to mention give you something good to blog about.

Love you Debbi!!!!!!!!