Yesterday, we had this Fire Drill lecture. I wasn't very attentive to the speaker because I was soooo booooored! Not because the speaker himself was boring, nor the slideshow he presented, it's just that I have attended so many fire drill discussion for several times already (since high school). And I bet they're all just the same. Even though I was looking to be paying so attentively, the back of my head says, "I'm just here for the attendance, it'll be over soon". But despite the severity of the boredom, I was caught by one of the slides in his presentation, and that was the picture of a laboratory classroom that has exploded a long time ago, way back 1997, if I'm not mistaken. I was so interested with the whole story that I even researched it on the net, not realizing that the day forward, a somehow similar incident would happen in our classroom, that has even involved me.
I was wearing a short-sleeved top then, not expecting that something would be splashed in my arm. Around 10 in the morning, while having our laboratory, I went to the other class to ask for some dish washing detergent (poor lang bi kami teh gapangayo pa sa other section habon eh...hahaha!). When I got back, only a matter of seconds passed, just then the explosion happened. It wasn't really a very big explosion but a mixture of chemicals formed a fountain and splashed among three of us in the classroom. Angel was the worst victim, followed by me with a moderate injury and Emie with little scratches. Angel had the worst because she was the one who was performing the unauthorized experiment. She wasn't able to run away when it happened because there were no warning signs like smoke or strong odor. It just happened.
During the incident, my first move was that I went out of the classroom to get some fresh air. That was what my instinct told me. (Who would not look for air when you were like trapped in a cubicle being fumed with some unknown gas? It was acetic anhydride's smell that was the most recognizable). Emie, being in front of the sink, washed her hand the very moment a few droplets were splashed on her. In short, the three of us had our skins burned by the acids (I suppose most of the chemicals there were acids). I, being unable to wash my arm on time got burn spots that looked like chicken pox rash, or whatever it is my classmates keep comparing it to. At first I was fine with it, but as hours passed, the spots became darker and stayed brownish in color. Now, I have to get myself a scar-removing ointment or any cream as to cure these spots of mine.
I don't like seeing the spots in my arm. It's like I had acquired some skin disease from somewhere that looked a bit contagious (exagge lang, di man contagious ah!). But after all, I got something from this little experience I had. A lesson mightily learned by me since I am also fond of mixing chemicals, and that is, to "Refrain from performing unauthorized experiments, such as mixing of any chemicals as well as playing with them". Though I'm quite hesitant still, yet I have to submit. All I could just say is, "Thank God for sparing me". Kun ako to guro nasabugan chemicals sa guya maano na lang ko? Pero miski na, lain japon buot ko sa chura ka kamot ko..huhuhu.
I was wearing a short-sleeved top then, not expecting that something would be splashed in my arm. Around 10 in the morning, while having our laboratory, I went to the other class to ask for some dish washing detergent (poor lang bi kami teh gapangayo pa sa other section habon eh...hahaha!). When I got back, only a matter of seconds passed, just then the explosion happened. It wasn't really a very big explosion but a mixture of chemicals formed a fountain and splashed among three of us in the classroom. Angel was the worst victim, followed by me with a moderate injury and Emie with little scratches. Angel had the worst because she was the one who was performing the unauthorized experiment. She wasn't able to run away when it happened because there were no warning signs like smoke or strong odor. It just happened.
During the incident, my first move was that I went out of the classroom to get some fresh air. That was what my instinct told me. (Who would not look for air when you were like trapped in a cubicle being fumed with some unknown gas? It was acetic anhydride's smell that was the most recognizable). Emie, being in front of the sink, washed her hand the very moment a few droplets were splashed on her. In short, the three of us had our skins burned by the acids (I suppose most of the chemicals there were acids). I, being unable to wash my arm on time got burn spots that looked like chicken pox rash, or whatever it is my classmates keep comparing it to. At first I was fine with it, but as hours passed, the spots became darker and stayed brownish in color. Now, I have to get myself a scar-removing ointment or any cream as to cure these spots of mine.
I don't like seeing the spots in my arm. It's like I had acquired some skin disease from somewhere that looked a bit contagious (exagge lang, di man contagious ah!). But after all, I got something from this little experience I had. A lesson mightily learned by me since I am also fond of mixing chemicals, and that is, to "Refrain from performing unauthorized experiments, such as mixing of any chemicals as well as playing with them". Though I'm quite hesitant still, yet I have to submit. All I could just say is, "Thank God for sparing me". Kun ako to guro nasabugan chemicals sa guya maano na lang ko? Pero miski na, lain japon buot ko sa chura ka kamot ko..huhuhu.
angel suffered second degree burns because of the "unauthorized experiment". so sad that something like that should happen first before everyone takes the "safety measures" thing seriously.
ReplyDeleteyour scars will heal. just be patient and always use that burn ointment =)
and BE CAREFUL!!!!!
thanks a bunchh!
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