Then, it happened!

I got burned from cooking. Now, the fried chicken liver doesn't look delicious anymore. The hot cooking oil just splashed to my face, neck, chest, and arms. My fave white T-shirt is ruined, but it is nothing compared to the burn right below my left eye and below my nose. The burn below my left eye is as big as my thumb nail! The burn on my neck and arms are minor, but the ones on my face hurt like hell! My left eye also sores a bit.
My wonderful hubby put soy sauce, and then margarine on it. He got the idea from his childhood experience, I guess. I was afraid he's gonna put some toothpaste to cool the burn down. Thank God, he didn't...
The ugly part is I couldn't go to the doctor because it is Saturday. I couldn't go on Monday, either, because it's golden week in Japan. Everybody is on vacation! I couldn't call our Japanese friends because they would just go panicky, would drive hundred of kilos away from their house to here, and afterward would insist on taking me to the ER -and if I'm lucky- without the ambulance... No, no, no. I thought I'd stick with either the soy sauce or the margarine...
Then I called my friend, Ully, for some advice. She told me to get myself some kind of ointment. She has it in her room, although it means we have to bike to the dorm in this windy evening. We thought of buying it in the drugstore nearby. Well, another problem will arise, with this level of Japanese language that we have, there's no way I'm gonna get the right medicine! So much time was lost for doing nothing but wondering...
So, I struggled to write down some sentences for the people in the drugstore. Hopefully it says that I need that kind of medicine for this kind of injury, correctly. My hubby and son have gone for the medicine. I'm not sure if they go to the dorm or to the drug store. Whatever it is, their effort is very much appreciated. At the moment, I have to survive with the margarine and the kisses left by Hikari. The margarine smells nice and the kisses are still warm. I forced myself to write this so I could forget the pain. A little.
Now my chance of running for Miss Universe is gone! Oh, well, I'm sure somebody else needs the tittle more than I do...