Burns, Blisters, Bandages, Embarrassment!

So Thursday, August, 13th, 2009 was a bad...bad night. It all started out innocently enough with a plan to cook hamburgers on the grill and deep fry some french fries for dinner. Well, I waited for Nate to get home from work and then sent him down to the grill to cook the burgers. We live on the 12th (top) floor of our complex and the bbq/recreation area is down on the 1st floor. So Nate took Zak outside with him so he could run around while Nate grilled and I stayed up planning on frying us up some french fries. Mind you, we hardly ever have french fries and even more rarely do we fry them. We always bake. But, I'd been craving fries so I wanted to treat myself and fry them. I did work fast food all through high school so I knew exactly how to go about doing it...or so I thought. Well, I was warming up some crisco (another new thing for me...I always use just oil) and just as I went to check on it to make sure it was all melted and put the fries in...the whole pan of crisco burst into flames. It was the biggest kitchen fire I'd seen. For the life of me, I could not think what to do. I knew water was not for grease fires but I could not think of one alternate method to put a fire out. Our microwave is above the stove so I picked up the pan to move it because I didn't want it ruining the microwave or catching our cabinets on fire. So I set it on the floor because it's tile and try calling Nate a few times to ask him how to put out the fire. In the meantime, the fire is getting more ferocious and Nate's not realizing his phone is vibrating. So I start panicking even more and decide to just fill the bathtub up with water and drop the whole pan in the bathtub. Even though I knew you weren't supposed to us water with a grease fire, I didn't know why...and I figure if the whole this was just totally submerged it could only be a good thing. So as I'm walking my flaming pan to the bathroom...the motion of walking with the pan out in front of me or something makes the fire shoot up my arms. I drop the pan and run out of the apartment not knowing if our apartment is on fire or what. Luckily it wasn't. Although I did suffer some 2nd degree burns and our apartment will now need to be re-carpeted..all is well here at the Hogg home. I go to the doctor daily to get my bandages changed and my wounds cleaned so I'm just getting better and better. My wonderful husband stayed home Friday and Monday from work and is doing SO much to help. He's now going to work, has to do dishes (my right hand can't get wet and i'm right handed), bathes Zak, changes most diapers, has been making meals, etc. I can't get my arms wet at all, so I have to bathe keeping my arms out of the water while Nate washes my hair, etc. He's been working like crazy to make things easier on me. Thanks for everything Nate! You're the best husband ever!