- Joined
- Aug 19, 2022
A piece of equipment broke catastrophically and I was set on fire. The only thing I could think about was that I was glad that it was me and not one of the many new hires, because I was barely injured and I believe that one of them had a pretty good chance of being badly injired. My only regret is that the endorphins hit me HARD and I basically just hosed myself down, threw on bandaids and tape, and went back to work. I wish someone told me to go take a break, because I'm pretty sure I would have chosen to go to the urgent care. By the time I got home and all, there wasn't much point and the urgent care was closed. But my bandaids are basically fused into my skin rn and the pain is still getting worse by the hour. It was when I went to take a shower and the water felt like being stabbed all over that I realized I probably should have gone to the urgent care.
The best part is that NO ONE NOTICED when I caught on fire, or if they did they went totally bystander effect mode and did nothing. Like, the flames got sucked up into the hood vent, like I lost both my eyebrows, and half my eyelashes, and my sideburns. I ran away, cussing, and ripped off my apron and coat and just leaned over into the dish sink and ran the water over my face and arms, and I looked down and there was burnt hair and blood. One of my coworkers walked by and saw it all and literally just turned around and left. Didn't tell anyone that I was hurt. About an hour later, she quit on the spot LOL- I don't know what was going through her head. Probably something like "this ain't worth the money."
I'm still kinda riding the endorphin high, I've got to be honest. I guess it's better than having any sort of ptsd feelings about it. Every time I see my hands and my face I'm like, !!!holy shit, I was on fire!!!. I remember how it felt, and how no one reacted whatsoever, and how strongly I was on autopilot mode afterwards. I only have a couple tiny spots of any real burns- it was mostly just a big WOOSH fireball situation that singed my entire front body and caught my sideburns and clothes on fire that lasted after the fireball. I usually have pretty low appiteite but for some reason I've been insanely hungry and feeling chatty and hyper since this happened.
The best part is that NO ONE NOTICED when I caught on fire, or if they did they went totally bystander effect mode and did nothing. Like, the flames got sucked up into the hood vent, like I lost both my eyebrows, and half my eyelashes, and my sideburns. I ran away, cussing, and ripped off my apron and coat and just leaned over into the dish sink and ran the water over my face and arms, and I looked down and there was burnt hair and blood. One of my coworkers walked by and saw it all and literally just turned around and left. Didn't tell anyone that I was hurt. About an hour later, she quit on the spot LOL- I don't know what was going through her head. Probably something like "this ain't worth the money."
I'm still kinda riding the endorphin high, I've got to be honest. I guess it's better than having any sort of ptsd feelings about it. Every time I see my hands and my face I'm like, !!!holy shit, I was on fire!!!. I remember how it felt, and how no one reacted whatsoever, and how strongly I was on autopilot mode afterwards. I only have a couple tiny spots of any real burns- it was mostly just a big WOOSH fireball situation that singed my entire front body and caught my sideburns and clothes on fire that lasted after the fireball. I usually have pretty low appiteite but for some reason I've been insanely hungry and feeling chatty and hyper since this happened.