Would Gayle Burn Like a Pig?
Yes, the situation is confounding. That's why it's worth talking about. I'm going to go play for a while, but I'll leave a few facts for folks who are stuck inside to ponder...
1. I'm a weight lifter. I've been lifting weights long before it was popular for women. At the time of the fire, my body fat had been measured at 13.5%. That is very low for a women. It's common for women with nice figures to have body fat as high as 30%. Fifty percent is more common still. A person with 50% body fat might burn like a pig. I don't believe I would.
2. The shirt was lightweight, thin fabric. Not heavy. I was not swaddled in fuel. The shirt was loose and not touching me at the waist. It was labeled 100% cotton, permanent press fabric. I know fabric. It wasn't rayon or nylon or polyester. It was soft as silk because it had been washed at least once a week for ten years. Quality cotton gets softer with use.
3. I wasn't wearing a bra. Those usually have elastic or stretch fabric in the band that would have melted into the skin. That didn't happen. However, some of the shirt was embedded in my flesh near the shoulder blades. The doctor removed it on the third day. Gulp! The shirt did not melt like plastic. It burned like paper. I doubt if it was treated with flame retardants. Or if it ever had been, perhaps all those washings rid the fabric of the chemicals.
4. The places where I saw the flames are the places where I had the fourth degree burns. That's the area where I did not feel pain until the healing process was underway. The second degree burns hurt the worst. Here's a definition of fourth degree burns:
My body was on fire. The muscles were burned, but not the bone. My body continued to burn after I tore the shirt off. I didn't bother to unbutton the shirt ... I ripped it off over my head and wet hair and tossed it on the sidewalk. My hair and face were not burned at all.
When a person's clothes ignite, we're supposed to "Stop, Drop, and Roll!" Put the flames out.
When I glanced over my shoulder and saw flames, I jumped off the porch with the intention of dropping onto the lush lawn and rolling on my back. I jumped and I saw a pile of doggie doo on the grass.
Now I ask you ... would you drop and roll under such circumstances?
I ripped that shirt off, tossed it on the ground and ran into the house. If I had rolled, according to my first impulse, I would probably have smothered the flames coming out of my body. If I'd jumped into the shower without stopping to look into the mirror, I would have doused the flames without seeing them.
But I didn't roll and I did look. My thin, muscular, low-fat body was on fire. The only fuel had been a thin cotton shirt ... and me.
Maybe be need to go back to experimenting with a chicken body. Warm it up to room temp, lay some guaze and paper toweling over it, and catch it on fire. Then see if the chicken burns on its own. It doesn't seem likely, but we won't know if we don't try.
I read Joe Nickell's article when it first came out. Maybe I'm just being stubborn, but I don't think I'd burn like a pig. Just don't think so. That leaves those blue flames and fourth degree burns unexplained.
Yes, the situation is confounding. That's why it's worth talking about. I'm going to go play for a while, but I'll leave a few facts for folks who are stuck inside to ponder...
1. I'm a weight lifter. I've been lifting weights long before it was popular for women. At the time of the fire, my body fat had been measured at 13.5%. That is very low for a women. It's common for women with nice figures to have body fat as high as 30%. Fifty percent is more common still. A person with 50% body fat might burn like a pig. I don't believe I would.
2. The shirt was lightweight, thin fabric. Not heavy. I was not swaddled in fuel. The shirt was loose and not touching me at the waist. It was labeled 100% cotton, permanent press fabric. I know fabric. It wasn't rayon or nylon or polyester. It was soft as silk because it had been washed at least once a week for ten years. Quality cotton gets softer with use.
3. I wasn't wearing a bra. Those usually have elastic or stretch fabric in the band that would have melted into the skin. That didn't happen. However, some of the shirt was embedded in my flesh near the shoulder blades. The doctor removed it on the third day. Gulp! The shirt did not melt like plastic. It burned like paper. I doubt if it was treated with flame retardants. Or if it ever had been, perhaps all those washings rid the fabric of the chemicals.
4. The places where I saw the flames are the places where I had the fourth degree burns. That's the area where I did not feel pain until the healing process was underway. The second degree burns hurt the worst. Here's a definition of fourth degree burns:
Fourth Degree Burns
A fourth degree burn goes through all the layers of the skin and down into the muscle and the bone. It looks like a third degree burn and does great harm to the body structure. Since the nerves are burnt there is little pain in this burn.
http://www.burn-victim-center.com/types.html
My body was on fire. The muscles were burned, but not the bone. My body continued to burn after I tore the shirt off. I didn't bother to unbutton the shirt ... I ripped it off over my head and wet hair and tossed it on the sidewalk. My hair and face were not burned at all.
When a person's clothes ignite, we're supposed to "Stop, Drop, and Roll!" Put the flames out.
When I glanced over my shoulder and saw flames, I jumped off the porch with the intention of dropping onto the lush lawn and rolling on my back. I jumped and I saw a pile of doggie doo on the grass.
Now I ask you ... would you drop and roll under such circumstances?
I ripped that shirt off, tossed it on the ground and ran into the house. If I had rolled, according to my first impulse, I would probably have smothered the flames coming out of my body. If I'd jumped into the shower without stopping to look into the mirror, I would have doused the flames without seeing them.
But I didn't roll and I did look. My thin, muscular, low-fat body was on fire. The only fuel had been a thin cotton shirt ... and me.
Maybe be need to go back to experimenting with a chicken body. Warm it up to room temp, lay some guaze and paper toweling over it, and catch it on fire. Then see if the chicken burns on its own. It doesn't seem likely, but we won't know if we don't try.
I read Joe Nickell's article when it first came out. Maybe I'm just being stubborn, but I don't think I'd burn like a pig. Just don't think so. That leaves those blue flames and fourth degree burns unexplained.
