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- 04/2014
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- Poquoson
Started as a beautiful morning! I was up at 4AM to get a jump on the day. I'm able to do a lot of work on client computers, remotely. So early morning, before Darcey is up and about, works great. At 7:30AM, I went upstairs and greeted Darcey with hugs, kisses and smiles. The sun was already shining on a day that would be in the 70s. Wednesday is one of our shower days. So with range of motion exercises well accomplished, it was into the shower chair and off to the shower. When we had our shower built, I had them put in a sitting area. The thought was that this would be for Darcey... but by the time the shower was finished, Darcey was long past being able to use it. Because it is tile, I take the portable shower head, crank the water up to its hottest and spray the seating area. if I don't, I'm in for a bit of a surprise when I sit down. Because I keep the hot water at 120 degrees it warms the seat up lickety split. The higher temp also allows time enough for our longer showers and twin shower heads.
It is always a treat to watch the face that Darcey makes when I push her into the warm water. It is one of absolute ecstasy. Today was no exception - the same face was there... but I immediately sensed that something was very wrong. Before I could completely take in the individual indicators (mouth round in an O with no sound... eyes wide as almost in panic), I was pulling her back out of the shower streams. And then I understood. That one shower head... the one that was streaming down on her head and right shoulder... was still at 120 degrees. I struggled to turn it away from her even as I was attempting to pull her away from it. I moved it colder and sprayed the now red areas. And I saw a 7" wide blister rise and immediately pop from the spray.
I called my 27 year old daughter and asked for advice. It seems strange that the Dad is asking the daughter for advice. But she just went through something similar when her boyfriend carried a pan of burning oil and tossed it out the back door... drenching his forearm with the pan's burning hot contents. So Connie said she'd grab their leftover supplies and would be on the way.
We did not go into work, today. Once I got Darcey bandaged, I put her back into bed. And I've kept her there the entire day. She says the pain is not too bad... but I did encourage her to take a pain pill early on... and she took another one 7 hours later. Tonight was also to be a family night at Mom's house... our first in a while. We regretted without explanation. Darcey was concerned with how devastated I was at the whole thing (it was absolutely my fault)... and I think she was trying to protect me.
And so... we spent our first mid-70s day sequestered away in our upstairs bedroom. Sigh....
Jim
It is always a treat to watch the face that Darcey makes when I push her into the warm water. It is one of absolute ecstasy. Today was no exception - the same face was there... but I immediately sensed that something was very wrong. Before I could completely take in the individual indicators (mouth round in an O with no sound... eyes wide as almost in panic), I was pulling her back out of the shower streams. And then I understood. That one shower head... the one that was streaming down on her head and right shoulder... was still at 120 degrees. I struggled to turn it away from her even as I was attempting to pull her away from it. I moved it colder and sprayed the now red areas. And I saw a 7" wide blister rise and immediately pop from the spray.
I called my 27 year old daughter and asked for advice. It seems strange that the Dad is asking the daughter for advice. But she just went through something similar when her boyfriend carried a pan of burning oil and tossed it out the back door... drenching his forearm with the pan's burning hot contents. So Connie said she'd grab their leftover supplies and would be on the way.
We did not go into work, today. Once I got Darcey bandaged, I put her back into bed. And I've kept her there the entire day. She says the pain is not too bad... but I did encourage her to take a pain pill early on... and she took another one 7 hours later. Tonight was also to be a family night at Mom's house... our first in a while. We regretted without explanation. Darcey was concerned with how devastated I was at the whole thing (it was absolutely my fault)... and I think she was trying to protect me.
And so... we spent our first mid-70s day sequestered away in our upstairs bedroom. Sigh....
Jim