I have talked about it a couple of times on here, but am fine givng the details. I'm mostly past the PTSD.
I was badly burned in 2013 trying to movie a pot of burning hot oil out of the house to keep our house from burning down (the flames had reached our microwave over the stove and I panicked). I got to the door before the heat of the burning oil was so intense (and the burns on my right thumb so bad) that I dropped the pot of oil on the floor while I was trying to open the door with my other hand, burned off most of the skin on my right foot down to muscle and bone, and fell in it. I ended up with second degree burns on both arms and legs and severe third degree burns on my hands, feet, and butt. I crawled outside, and my wife called 911 and the fire department showed up a minute or two later, with the ambulance getting there in about 10. I spent ten days in the hospital, with a level of intense pain that I cannot describe, needed to get multiple skin grafts done, and had to learn how to walk again.
In 2021, right when school was starting up after Covid, my neighbor's house burned down due to a cigarette butt that fell out of an ashtray. There were four generations living in that house at the time, and everyone was able to make it out except the matriarch, who died of smoke inhalation after the fact. She had been asleep when it happened and, although they were able to get her out of the house relatively quickly, it was too late. She survived on a respirator for 7 days, never woke up, and they eventually put her to sleep.
