....meanwhile back in the pond
I love stupidity, especially when done in style. It helps me feel i'm not as alone in this world as i thought i once was.I have epilepsy, and like most epileptics i try to do something stupid once in a while. Every now and then i throw common sense out of the window, and perhaps pay the price afterwards.Recently I did the big no no for people like me and decided that i was going to cook myself an awesome meal, one that involved the cooker. Now my awesome meal that i planned involved digging out whatever is in the freezer and dump it in my slow cooker, fry up whatever meat is in the fridge, and throw that on top. Six hours later i have what i refer to as the blob, and my blobs are second to none. I work on the principle of if it don't move it's edible. Now epilepsy and frying pans don't go together, but i got away with that stupidity without a hitch. Now with my awesome blob, rice is called for, and i took my stupidity into the super league. While standing at the cooker boiling a saucepan of rice my epilepsy kicked in. This wasn't my big Frank Bruno seizures that bounces me around the floor ( a generalised seizure), it was one of my absences (a complex partial seizure) that lasts a few seconds. In those few seconds i ended up with with a saucepan of boiling water over my upper body. Once the ambulance arrived i was taken to the awesome Ealing hospital before being transferred to the specialist burns unit at the just as awesome Chelsea and Westminster. They put a figure of 20% of my arms were badly burned.Now i'm the only one to blame, me, no one else, just me for being stupid. During this episode though, i discovered that i'm not the only brain dead moronic fool in Ealing. Not only did i pour boiling water over myself, i also spilt some over the electric timer on the cooker, and that was mains powered, and it blew the circuit breaker in the fuse box. It was then that i found that my entire lighting lighting circuit and my kitchen use the same breaker. I spent twenty minutes fumbling around in total darkness screaming in agony before the thing would reset. I couldn't do thing but scream. The accident also extinguished the gas ring the saucepan was sitting on. Fortunately the safety flame out feature switched it off.Why isn't putting the lighting on its own dedicated fuse a legal requirement?Also, our ambulance service is broken. When i got my lights working again i spent an hour on the phone while someone at the ambulance control room read questions off a computer screen. Trying to answer questions while you are delirious with pain isn't easy, hence the hour long phone call. They refused to advance things at their end to calling an ambulance. It was an hour of answering questions, nothing would budge the person. Ealing hospital, Chelsea and Westminster, and my GP threw a wobbly when they heard of that hour.
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