My name is Muriel and I got burnt on September 6th 2017. I must have told this story a million times at the hospital, to each member of my family, to my friends, and the people I work with, to my neighbors, at church, etc. The list goes on. For you, I attached two pictures to better tell it.
That evening, I was trying to be a little more productive. Until then, I worked as a full time cashier, and felt like I never had time to do anything else. No complaints, I am so happy with my job. My reasons are, the health insurance they offer, and my comprehensive boss. For example, when I go to the pharmacy and barely spend ten dollars.
That night, I was trying to finish the cooking I started earlier. For that morning, I could not finish it, I had to be at work and came back at the end of the afternoon. I was using the oven, and everything looked good. At the same time I was busy in the house. It was 11 pm.
I smelled some smoke coming out of the kitchen. I rushed in there, turned off the oven, opened up all the windows and the door to let some fresh air flow in. But it was still smoking.
We live in a second apartment, that night, the kids were asleep, and the neighbors were at their place and my grand mothers was there to. I finally opened the oven, and found a frying pan with fire coming out of it. I anxiously thought about what to do in those cases.
I took the pan out of it and put it in the sink without water. The fire ceased but the smoke was intense. I decided to carry the pan out, and the hand broke projecting that (previously) fiery oil on me. Less than 10% of my body was burnt. But, the pain is still something I cannot get used to. I will recover the doctor says, it is to take months.
I have done some progress, I can wear one shoe, that is big and very light. I can shower, I can take stairs, I can lightly exercise. And so on, today I shed couple tears due to the pain. Thank you to offer this platform to tell those life changing and challenging burn survivors’ stories.