So, you're very cold, tired and impatient.
You're trying to dye up several batches of the wonderful white-faced woodland fleece that you've just hand-scoured and has been soaking for a couple of days.
But the next batch of cleaned fleece is cold rinsed and the dyepot is boiling. (These pics are of me hand sorting a previous fleece a few months' ago. Here the wool is still soaking in the grease)
You don't want to shock the wool, so you put the HUGE cauldron of boiling water and vinegar on the windowsill to cool quickly.
All well and good? Yup - unless you're having a fuzzy-logic moment and haven't taken into consideration the narrowness of the sill compared to the width of said boiling pot.
And the whole pot of boiling water tips over you from the waist down!
I'm SO lucky that I had so many layers of clothes on. I was able to strip off my clothes before I was badly burned.
But for those of you who suffer from angioedema, you'll know that a shock or trauma to your body will cause an attack. So although I suffered just a few small burns on my stomach, probably because it sticks out so much! : ) my body went into full angioedema attack.
Within the hour, I looked like Frankenstein. The fluid build up behind my right eye pushing it out and closing it, the pressure in my head causing sight disturbance, unable to think, finding it hard to balance, I collapsed on the sofa. My ever-loving hub filled me with antihistamines and sat with me, waiting to see if this was going to turn into an emergency room dash.
And so today, I'm in bed, trying to sleep. Trying to let my body shut down and recuperate between naps, catching up on a few online chats to cheer me up.
I'm still Oopid. OOpid, OOPID!
But I'm also still here and, once again...I owe my life to my wonderful husband......