A "hot" date, or how I spent my Sunday evening
Mon, Aug. 3rd, 2015 08:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scarlettinaLast night, I met JF for dinner at Agua Verde, a Mexican restaurant in the University District here in Seattle. It's a small place that abuts Lake Union and is attached to the paddle center. I suggested the place because JF is a sailor with his own beautiful sail boat, the place has a great view of the marina and the lake, and because the food there is generally very good indeed.
We each ordered our meals and the conversation was flowing. The food came, and the waitress noticed that JF received two bowls of rice instead of one bowl of rice and one of black beans. We continued chatting when suddenly I found my left arm and my blouse covered in extremely hot black beans. Extremelyhot. Burning hot. The waitress had tripped and spilled JF's beans on me, fresh from the stove. I howled . . . and howled and howled.
We got towels with which to wipe away the sauce, as well as an ice pack. JF asked me what I wanted to do--ER, urgent care--and I told him to make the decisions. I had no brains for that kind of thinking. And so we were off to an urgent care clinic--where they sprayed on some topical anaesthetic and sent me to the ER.
I was diagnosed with first--nearly second--degree burns on my arm, given powerful meds for pain and sent on my way. There's no blistering, thank goodness, but my skin was bright red and disturbingly blotchy.
This morning, the redness and swelling has gone down, though my arm is still tingling and very sore. I suspect I'm going to be left with some marks when this is all done--including a one-bean-sized burn mark mark by my elbow. It'd be funny if it didn't hurt quite as much as it does.
I'm otherwise OK this morning, still a little loopy from the medication. (Been loopy since I got up; I suspect I'll continue to be loopy for another couple of hours.) I'm going to be taking it easy the next day or so, working from home and trying to baby the arm.
I am hugely grateful to JF for taking such good care of me. He is the finest kind of friend and I'm very thankful indeed.
This was not, as you might imagine, the evening I'd been looking forward to. :: sigh ::
We each ordered our meals and the conversation was flowing. The food came, and the waitress noticed that JF received two bowls of rice instead of one bowl of rice and one of black beans. We continued chatting when suddenly I found my left arm and my blouse covered in extremely hot black beans. Extremelyhot. Burning hot. The waitress had tripped and spilled JF's beans on me, fresh from the stove. I howled . . . and howled and howled.
We got towels with which to wipe away the sauce, as well as an ice pack. JF asked me what I wanted to do--ER, urgent care--and I told him to make the decisions. I had no brains for that kind of thinking. And so we were off to an urgent care clinic--where they sprayed on some topical anaesthetic and sent me to the ER.
I was diagnosed with first--nearly second--degree burns on my arm, given powerful meds for pain and sent on my way. There's no blistering, thank goodness, but my skin was bright red and disturbingly blotchy.
This morning, the redness and swelling has gone down, though my arm is still tingling and very sore. I suspect I'm going to be left with some marks when this is all done--including a one-bean-sized burn mark mark by my elbow. It'd be funny if it didn't hurt quite as much as it does.
I'm otherwise OK this morning, still a little loopy from the medication. (Been loopy since I got up; I suspect I'll continue to be loopy for another couple of hours.) I'm going to be taking it easy the next day or so, working from home and trying to baby the arm.
I am hugely grateful to JF for taking such good care of me. He is the finest kind of friend and I'm very thankful indeed.
This was not, as you might imagine, the evening I'd been looking forward to. :: sigh ::