malbui
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This is something I've been meaning to post about for a while.
A few weeks back, I was cooking Sunday lunch and chatting to Malbuinette in the kitchen. I took a saucepan off the heat and turned to drain it in the sink, and while I was doing so Malbuinette took it into her head to walk across the kitchen, reach up and put her hand on the still-hot gas ring.
You can probably imagine the screaming.
So I did what was necessary to deal with the immediate pain and heat and once the screaming had died down a bit I phoned the emergencies ward at my local hospital for some advice, not really being prepared for this kind of event. I should mention that this is a very well regarded and equipped Swiss hospital, the place where Malbuinette herself was born in a complex birth and where I had state of the art spinal surgery a couple of years ago.
The nurse I spoke to was very calm and collected and gave me detailed advice, telling me what to get at the pharmacy and what to look for on my daughter's hand to see if a hospital visit would be necessary later on. When I asked specifically about pain relief, though, instead of recommending a product she gave me a phone number. I got her to repeat it, asking if it was a callout doctor, and she replied that it was a healer who could take the pain away at a distance. Just tell them the child's name and date of birth and they'd do the business
.
Now, am I missing something here?
The important part of the story is that Malbuinette's hand has healed up very nicely: the blisters had gone within about four days and after a week or so all the dead skin washed off to reveal clean, healthy skin underneath. She has also learned a lesson about touching things in the kitchen, as have I. But I'm still baffled by that piece of advice.
A few weeks back, I was cooking Sunday lunch and chatting to Malbuinette in the kitchen. I took a saucepan off the heat and turned to drain it in the sink, and while I was doing so Malbuinette took it into her head to walk across the kitchen, reach up and put her hand on the still-hot gas ring.
You can probably imagine the screaming.
So I did what was necessary to deal with the immediate pain and heat and once the screaming had died down a bit I phoned the emergencies ward at my local hospital for some advice, not really being prepared for this kind of event. I should mention that this is a very well regarded and equipped Swiss hospital, the place where Malbuinette herself was born in a complex birth and where I had state of the art spinal surgery a couple of years ago.
The nurse I spoke to was very calm and collected and gave me detailed advice, telling me what to get at the pharmacy and what to look for on my daughter's hand to see if a hospital visit would be necessary later on. When I asked specifically about pain relief, though, instead of recommending a product she gave me a phone number. I got her to repeat it, asking if it was a callout doctor, and she replied that it was a healer who could take the pain away at a distance. Just tell them the child's name and date of birth and they'd do the business
.Now, am I missing something here?
The important part of the story is that Malbuinette's hand has healed up very nicely: the blisters had gone within about four days and after a week or so all the dead skin washed off to reveal clean, healthy skin underneath. She has also learned a lesson about touching things in the kitchen, as have I. But I'm still baffled by that piece of advice.