My boy scout first aid
knowledge was tested last night having burnt the palm of my hand on the ceramic
hob when I absent-mindedly decided to see how warm it was before I put some
plates on top (it wasn’t warm, it was exceedingly hot) and once my brain had
registered the pain it correctly shifted the hand into a bowl of cold water (to
restrict the damage?) and then seemed to think smearing it with ointment and putting
it into a disposable vinyl glove (to keep the air off?) was a good idea; luckily
the treatment worked well and today all I had to show for the incident was a
couple of shiny tender patches on my palm and a bit of burnt skin on the
cooker.
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