Light My Fire

Last week I saw a woman who had apparently fallen into a campfire at midnight. Arriving in the ER about two in the afternoon, she said she only came in because once she woke up and loked in the mirror, she realized it was kind of bad. (Another testament to the amazing anesthetic powers of alcohol.)

She didn’t need to see anyone immediately…there was very little to be done other than make sure she got the right kind of follow-up…and so while we were finishing up her paperwork, she walked out of the ED saying she needed to smoke a cigarette. No, she was careful to explain, she wasn’t addicted to nicotine. It was a “hand and mouth kind of thing.” Which is good for her, because I thought she was addicted to the flames.