My leg was on fire!! (PICS)
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Thought i would share my pain and pics.
8 days ago my house mate decided to help me light the bbq. Due to the coals being left out overnight they were a little damp, so it was taking a bit of effort to get it going. After a few minutes I decided life would be easier to simply give up and go get a kebab from my local parade of shops, however my house mate didn’t want to be defeated by the damp coal so continued to attempt to get the bbq lit.
Just as I’m about to leave, my house mate has moment of wisdom and picks up the green petrol can from the shed (Which is full) and begins to pour the fuel straight from the canister on to the already warm BBQ. Well the inevitable happens…… BOOOOM!!!!. One huge fire ball engulfs the bbq, the flames then retract back in to the petrol canister which is still in his hand. As I shout to him to get the petrol canister on the floor and get away from it, he lobs the canister away from him and towards me. At this moment I’m approx 15 feet away, the canister hits the ground and projects flaming fuel all down my right leg setting it on fire.
Holly s**t, I’m on fire. What do I do?, what do I do? Drop and roll? Run around like a headless chicken? I know what I should have done, but I ended up running around the garden like a headless chicken with one leg on fire. After what felt like a life time, but was probably no longer that 5 seconds I slapped the flames out with the back of my hand.
Leg out. Now to deal with house mate, he must be a human torch!!….. Oh ok he’s fine…. didn’t even singe a knuckle hair. But the petrol canister and bbq are well and truly ablaze. Bland panic now as I’m thinking the canister is going to blow up and set fire to the dried out tress and the rest of the garden. I managed to run into the house to get the bowl from the sink and throw the dirty dish water over the canister which lucky put the flames out.
Now I remember my leg has just been set on fire. Up stairs and into the bath I go, cold water for 20 minutes and straight down to the hospital.
Here is a pic of my leg about an hour after the event.
And this is my leg 24 hours after the event. The doctors had to take all the blistered skin off the burn
Leg is still pretty sore, finding it hard to walk and can’t drive and I will be scared for life.
But what hurts just as much as the leg is that my house “mate” shows no remorse for his actions. I have told him time and time again about playing with petrol in the garden, but now an accident has happened and it’s me that got burnt. I don’t want anything from him as such but this is now costing me money and time off work.
I know that if the roles had been reversed (although I wouldn’t put petrol on a BBQ) I would make sure his life was as lest stressful as possible and I would most certainly buy him a beer.
We have now had a fall out about this and are not talking. He hides in his room and doesn't talk to me. Should i not have said any thing to him?
Ps. My house mate is a 30 year old man, not a teenage boy as you might have thought.
8 days ago my house mate decided to help me light the bbq. Due to the coals being left out overnight they were a little damp, so it was taking a bit of effort to get it going. After a few minutes I decided life would be easier to simply give up and go get a kebab from my local parade of shops, however my house mate didn’t want to be defeated by the damp coal so continued to attempt to get the bbq lit.
Just as I’m about to leave, my house mate has moment of wisdom and picks up the green petrol can from the shed (Which is full) and begins to pour the fuel straight from the canister on to the already warm BBQ. Well the inevitable happens…… BOOOOM!!!!. One huge fire ball engulfs the bbq, the flames then retract back in to the petrol canister which is still in his hand. As I shout to him to get the petrol canister on the floor and get away from it, he lobs the canister away from him and towards me. At this moment I’m approx 15 feet away, the canister hits the ground and projects flaming fuel all down my right leg setting it on fire.
Holly s**t, I’m on fire. What do I do?, what do I do? Drop and roll? Run around like a headless chicken? I know what I should have done, but I ended up running around the garden like a headless chicken with one leg on fire. After what felt like a life time, but was probably no longer that 5 seconds I slapped the flames out with the back of my hand.
Leg out. Now to deal with house mate, he must be a human torch!!….. Oh ok he’s fine…. didn’t even singe a knuckle hair. But the petrol canister and bbq are well and truly ablaze. Bland panic now as I’m thinking the canister is going to blow up and set fire to the dried out tress and the rest of the garden. I managed to run into the house to get the bowl from the sink and throw the dirty dish water over the canister which lucky put the flames out.
Now I remember my leg has just been set on fire. Up stairs and into the bath I go, cold water for 20 minutes and straight down to the hospital.
Here is a pic of my leg about an hour after the event.
And this is my leg 24 hours after the event. The doctors had to take all the blistered skin off the burn
Leg is still pretty sore, finding it hard to walk and can’t drive and I will be scared for life.
But what hurts just as much as the leg is that my house “mate” shows no remorse for his actions. I have told him time and time again about playing with petrol in the garden, but now an accident has happened and it’s me that got burnt. I don’t want anything from him as such but this is now costing me money and time off work.
I know that if the roles had been reversed (although I wouldn’t put petrol on a BBQ) I would make sure his life was as lest stressful as possible and I would most certainly buy him a beer.
We have now had a fall out about this and are not talking. He hides in his room and doesn't talk to me. Should i not have said any thing to him?
Ps. My house mate is a 30 year old man, not a teenage boy as you might have thought.
bigrj141 said:
Leg is still pretty sore, finding it hard to walk and can’t drive and I will be scared for life.
But what hurts just as much as the leg is that my house “mate” shows no remorse for his actions.
We have now had a fall out about this and are not talking. He hides in his room and doesn't talk to me. Should i not have said any thing to him?
Ps. My house mate is a 30 year old man, not a teenage boy as you might have thought.
He puts petrol on BBQ, Throws Petrol in your direction after surprise surprise it catches fire, Seriously burns you and potentially scars you for life and you wondering if you shouldnt have said anything to him!But what hurts just as much as the leg is that my house “mate” shows no remorse for his actions.
We have now had a fall out about this and are not talking. He hides in his room and doesn't talk to me. Should i not have said any thing to him?
Ps. My house mate is a 30 year old man, not a teenage boy as you might have thought.
House mate sounds like a tool, time to get a new one.
10 Pence Short said:
Deva Link said:
My boss went to a barbecue a few years and watched a bloke die in front of him in just the same circumstances - fire travelled up the stream of fuel and the cannister exploded covering him in burning fuel.
What were the burgers like?10 Pence Short said:
Deva Link said:
My boss went to a barbecue a few years and watched a bloke die in front of him in just the same circumstances - fire travelled up the stream of fuel and the cannister exploded covering him in burning fuel.
What were the burgers like?(My boss had a extra one though, no point in letting the deceased's burger go to waste).
If he's not taking you seriously, get an empty green petrol can, fill it with some light olive oil. Then when he's being a bit glib about your injuries, get the can, pour contents all over him, and strike a light on a cigarette lighter over him. With a crazed, manic look in your face, tell him your going to light him up like guy fawkes.
Should crap himself sufficently to start appreciating how serious you are.
Should crap himself sufficently to start appreciating how serious you are.
That's the sort of mistake you make in your teens and never do again. Even if he is a bit hard of thinking and didn't think that 5 litres of petrol in a can and the vapour was a potential problem he should have been appologising profusely afterwards. If he cant see the error of his ways and is still behaving like a kid I would be tempted to get rid especially as you imply this isnt the first petrol related issue.
I have known people like this and in their head they are 10 years old and can't work out why you are upset and shouting at them. They didnt know it would happen so it's not their fault. People like that are liabilities and inherrantly selfish.
I have known people like this and in their head they are 10 years old and can't work out why you are upset and shouting at them. They didnt know it would happen so it's not their fault. People like that are liabilities and inherrantly selfish.
Your housemate is a moron - I mean, petrol on a BBQ - that's a special kindof stupid.
And if he's showing no remorse for what was clearly his fault, then I'd either look for a new house or new housemate.
ETA - Did you call an Ambiwlans?
And if he's showing no remorse for what was clearly his fault, then I'd either look for a new house or new housemate.
ETA - Did you call an Ambiwlans?
Just getting the Ambiwlans reference in before someone else does!
Edited by james_tigerwoods on Monday 6th July 12:17
BoRED S2upid said:
So thats where I went wrong. I put the petrol onto the coals before lighting it. All it did was soak into the coals and still remain inpossible to light. I now use firelighters and lots of them.
I'm amazed it didn't just explode when you tried to light it. Petrol doesn't burn, it's the vapour that burns.Best thing for lighting charcoal is a barbecue chimney - works really well and is twice as fast as other ways. There's still an element of needing to be careful though, as you have to tip the hot charcoal out of the chimney and into the barbecue.
If he'd shown remorse and attempted to help you out then fair enough, but given he's not even apologised, I'd seriously be taking a careful look at what avenues of legal action might be open to you.
Through utter stupidity, he has caused pain, suffering, loss of income and last but not least, he has scarred you for life. I can't believe you haven't killed him to death.
Through utter stupidity, he has caused pain, suffering, loss of income and last but not least, he has scarred you for life. I can't believe you haven't killed him to death.
Similar thing happened with a mate of mine.
I'd just bought a gas powered air pistol and was taking some shots at cans I'd lined up against the wall. Took a few shots, chucked it to my mate to have a go and all is good.
After finishing with it, I fired a few times into the lawn to make sure it was empty before I put it away. Then I did something really stupid.
As a joke I fired it at my mates leg to scare him. He laughed and said he felt the gas hit his leg. Cue 5 minutes of hysterical laughter. Suddenly he goes green and says' s
t, I think you shot me', before being sick and going into mild shock. Lifts up his trouser leg to see a small trickle of blood.
Needless to say, I took him to hospital, watched him have the BB removed under a local painkiller and then took him out for a pub lunch.
I felt really bad for doing something so stupid. Still really good mates and the story is told on drunken occasions. He did get me back though by shooting me in the arm with a potato cannon.
I'd just bought a gas powered air pistol and was taking some shots at cans I'd lined up against the wall. Took a few shots, chucked it to my mate to have a go and all is good.
After finishing with it, I fired a few times into the lawn to make sure it was empty before I put it away. Then I did something really stupid.
As a joke I fired it at my mates leg to scare him. He laughed and said he felt the gas hit his leg. Cue 5 minutes of hysterical laughter. Suddenly he goes green and says' s
t, I think you shot me', before being sick and going into mild shock. Lifts up his trouser leg to see a small trickle of blood.Needless to say, I took him to hospital, watched him have the BB removed under a local painkiller and then took him out for a pub lunch.
I felt really bad for doing something so stupid. Still really good mates and the story is told on drunken occasions. He did get me back though by shooting me in the arm with a potato cannon.
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