If you do burn yourself badly enough that a hospital visit might be on the the cards:
1) Run the affected area under cold water for a whole ten minutes. This seems like ages when you do it but *will* minimise the damage you've done and will pay back as less pain later.
2) Cover the, still wet, burn with cling film (saran wrap for the Yanks). This is damn near sterile and will exclude the air. It also means that whoever sees you at hospital can inspect the burn without removing the dressing until they are ready to actually treat it and redress it. Doing it wet means that it will still transfer heat if you want to put a cold dressing over the top of it. Furthermore unlike many other possible dressings it doesn't stick to the burn.
This is most excellent advice - I shall make a mental note!
I cut my hand pretty badly one evening about a year and a half ago; not a very big cut, but deep enough to sever some blood vessels, and I found I was unable to stop the bleeding - not least because I didn't have
any first aid equipment at home whatsoever. As in
not even a single plaster. After 45 minutes of running around bleeding - with a cooking pot under my elbow to catch the blood - I relented and phoned the medical hotline. I explained my situation to the nurse at the other end she was like "you should go to the hospital" and I was like "ok, fine, but
how?" I was on my own, and there was no way I could hail a cab, or ride my bike, in my condition - and the hospital is probably close to an hour's walk away. At the same time, I clearly didn't need an ambulance either. "Dishcloths" she said. Did I hear that right? "Yes, have you got any dishcloths, you know the thin blue and white ones? Unused, of course." This I
did have, in an unopened package, and with these I was finally able to dress the wound with enough pressure to stop the bleeding. Phew. I had been contemplating tearing up sheets or a t-shirt, but dishcloths turned out to be the perfect thing. I surveyed my kitchen and it looked like a murder scene, with bloodstains on the floor, some running down the kitchen cabinets - and I had a cooking pot with almost a pint of blood in, which by now had congealed into an inch-thick gelatinous placenta. I flushed it down the toilet. I still remember the schlopping sound as it fell in.
The next day I went to my local doctor's to have the wound properly checked and dressed, and was admonished for not getting it stitched. When I came home I ordered an exhaustive first aid kit, with every kind of dressing, bandage and plaster known to man - including for burns - all contained in a quick-response wall mounted case. Cost me over £100, but it suddenly seemed like a good investment.
As a consequence of the injury I lost all sensation on the outside of my thumb, none of which has come back, and some specific movements feel a little odd, but other than that it healed up pretty well. Let me know if you wanna see a picture of the cut!