Life of a former witch

I've outgrown my wicked witch of the west ways. Reflections of life afterwards, living in the desert with two cats, friends, family, and my hot and cold love life.

Friday, August 25, 2006

It's not totally my fault

Yes, the phenolic compound was in my hand before it hit the floor. Since this is such a caustic chemical, the bottle didn't break. But the plastic top shattered, and thus the phenol hit the floor.

But in my defense, it slipped. It had been in a wet ice bucket until the incident occured. Combined with the humidity, there was enough moisture to cause it to slip from a running back's hands.

Just ran into a vendor, and he was complaining about the humidity - and he lives in San Diego!

But the result of the incident still sucked. The common lab will smell phenolic for a while. Risk Management wants me to call poision control since I had the most exposure to the fumes. Probably to cover their butts if I get sick.

Does it count if you felt like crap before the incident?