So, a couple of months ago, I was hanging out at my gf's apartment, and I got hungry. Since my gf was currently at work, I decided to just heat up some pizza that was in the refrigerator. Even though she has a microwave, all the dishes were dirty, I was too lazy to clean any just for a slice of pizza, and I didn't really want to put the slice down on a (probably) dirty microwave surface. So, what do I do? I put the box in the oven of course!
Now, as stupid as this probably already sounds, I should point out that I've done this once before under the approval of my gf whose idea it was to put it in the oven (she claims to have done this many times before), so it's not like I didn't think that a paper product shouldn't be touching hot metal. I had precedent to think otherwise.
Well, a few minutes into the cooking, the smoke alarm goes off. I don't think anything of it, since she lives in an efficiency, so any small amount of smoke from some burning grease safety smoldering at the bottom of the stove, or even just a false positive wasn't out of the question. Hell, even boiling water has set it off before. Well, it goes off again less than a minute later, and I look over to find smoke coming out of the oven.
"Oh shit, I was afraid of this" I thought, as I went over, opened up the door, and saw burning embers in the back. At this point, I just figure that I can extinguish the fire. (BTW, I didn't trust just closing the oven and letting it smolder itself out. She has a gas oven with a sort-of-unreliable gas valve, and I didn't want to have a bunch of gas build up in a sealed container with an ignition source at the ready). I hurriedly look for a fire extinguisher, but as it turns out, there isn't one.
Now, I'm in a bit of a panic, as my options have kind of run out, and I'm basically left with throwing the box outside. So, I grab the box, yank it out of the oven, and the influx of fresh cooler air onto the embers just causes the whole box to become engulfed in flames. At this point, there is no thoughts other than I'm either getting the box outside, or my gf is about to be homeless. Naturally, in my panic to run across the apartment to throw the box outside, I am basically fanning the flames in my hand, and I can literally feel my hand burning, but I am determined to sacrifice my hand for the good of my gf, so I fling open the door, chuck the burning mass outside, and take a brief look at the wounds before realizing that there are burning embers that can still burn the place down.
At this point, I just stamp out the remaining fire from pieces of burning cardboard, run to the neighbors to try and get their fire extinguisher (turns out none of the apartments have extinguishers... still not sure of that's legal). The guy I meet makes sure all embers are out, and the gas is off, and his wife (who is like a nurse assistant or something) treats my wounds with what little she has.
I end up going to a nearby MedExpress, and find that all five fingers on my right hand (only grabbed the box with that hand) have second degree burns, and I basically had no use of that hand for 3 weeks, which REALLY sucked, since that's my primary hand, and since I am an IST major along with being a PC gamer, I basically USE A COMPUTER ALL DAY.
I basically ended up chilling with my gf up at my mom's place for the first week, until the pain had subsided enough that I could act on my own (i.e. dressing myself, and getting shoes on). Ended up having a blister big enough to impress the doctor at MedExpress, XD
TL;DR: I tried heating some pizza in the oven, and in nearly burning my gf's apartment down, I god 2nd degree burns on all fingers on my right hand.
Submitted May 20, 2016 at 01:40PM by TheMohawkNinja http://ift.tt/1qy71ci tifu
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