But The Quest for Beauty is a Beast. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Life isn't Perfect. (even when things are better) On Saturday night my roommate's bedroom caught on fire. She had a candle lit on top of a cardboard box she decorated, and fell asleep. She woke because of the smoke and picked up the box to move it into the bathroom. There was also a lighter on the box and while she was carrying it it exploded in her hands. I woke up to the explosion and ran into the room. The box, was on fire, so I put it out with her blanket and poured water on it. She was screaming something in Japanese, and at the time I didn't know what. I ran next door to our neighbors and pounded on the door. No one answered. Then she showed me her hands. They were covered in black, with wax on them and pieces of plastic stuck in them. My neighbor came over and we convinced her to run them under cold water. Finally, my other roommate woke up, and I talked her into taking Shiko* to the ER. (They don't get along, so she was hesitant to.) In the morning, Shiko* came back with her hands wrapped up so big that she couldn't get a sweater off. She was complaining of pain all day, and I filled her prescriptions for her. Later, I found out why; the blisters on her hand ranged from the size of a nickel to a bit bigger than a bouncy ball. I drained them, cleaned her hands, and rebandaged them. I feel so bad for her. 9:13 a.m. - 2004-12-06 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------- |
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