Help Needed!!

Monday, July 21st started out as a pretty good day. Work was a breeze, my kids weren't killing each other, I was wearing my brand new, denim jeans (a size smaller than normal,) grocery shopping didn't break the bank, and I didn't have to cook supper. "No supper?" you ask... well no... I had been cooking a pork roast in the crock pot since early Sunday morning, so I had supper ready to go.

I love my crock pot. Easy to throw a bunch of stuff in, plug in, turn on, then leave for a day or two. BAM! Supper! But, I digress...

As supper time rolled around, I sauntered into the kitchen to serve bowls/plates. The crock pot was sitting in the corner. You know, that corner of counter top space that serves no purpose except to hold the molding bread ends and browning bananas. Well, I felt trying to serve from that 'hole' would have been very inconvenient. I decided to unplug the crock pot and move it over to the other side of the sink where I actually has more than 12 inches of space.

I carefully secured the lid on top and slowly grabbed the handles. Up I lifted the pot. I turned and began to take the 2 whole steps to the other side of the sink. First step went off without a hitch. However, about midway through the second step, the pig that I thought I had cooked to death, decided to come back and haunt me for making it juicy and tender. In essence, I was still moving, but the crock pot stopped. Apparently the cord wrapped around the cord of the can opener and hung up.

The crock pot stopped moving, but the scalding hot oil and water inside didn't. Immediately the lid shifted and the devil liquid sloshed out all over my arm, hand, and floor. Yes, there were some expletives. A lot of them. I did, however, have the mind to set the crock pot back onto the counter (as not to waste all that meat) and used my opposite hand (right hand) to "wipe off" the offending liquid.

From there I ran into my bathroom. My husband had turned on the shower for me and I stuck in my arm. It just wasn't doing the trick. I filled my basin with water and soaked for about 10 minutes. During that time, I washed the oil off with soap.

I found that if I lifted my arm from the water, some unknown gremlin held a blowtorch to it and made me return it quickly to the relief of the soothing liquid in the sink. My back began to hurt as I hunched over the sink, but I knew that gremlin wouldn't be leaving any time soon, so I called for my hubby to grab me a bucket full of water.

He carried it out to the back porch for me. I quickly tried to outrun the blowtorch as I ran for the safety of the porch. Into the bucket went my arm. I sat there and tried to remember my EMT training. I was a bit frazzled, (can't understand why) so I asked hubby to Google what to do. He immediately yelled out to remove my wedding ring.

I knew that burning myself was my fault. I knew it was a stupid thing to do, but divorce? I thought he was going too far with his "I told you so". He was right, though. My fingers had already begun to swell and had I not removed it right then, it would have had to be cut off.

Basically, from there, I ended up with my arm in a bucket of ice water in the emergency room for about 4 hours. They coated me with cream, wrapped me up, and chased off my gremlin with Vicodin.

I am now healing. I received 1st and 2nd degree burns from my forearm to my fingertips. I am still blistering up and my skin looks like leather, but I don't hurt.

Oh... my point of this hub? In the process of this fiasco, the oil spilled onto my new shorts!! Evil pig!! My daughter washed my clothes before I knew it and the oil stain was set. Does anyone know how to get the stain out? My arm is healing, but my shorts are dying!! Help!!