Last night I was working at my part-time waitressing job and was nearing the end of my shift. Hands full of glassware, I tip-toed through the busy kitchen and made my way to the dish pit. I have put dirty glasses in the dish rack thousands of times before, but this time was different. As I hastily tried to “toss” a glass into the small slot, I missed. Before I had time to even realize what had happened, I was surrounded by several chefs, servers, and kitchen workers asking “are you ok?? are you hurt?”
Instead of just dropping to the ground and shattering (that would have been too convenient), the glass exploded in mid-air upon contact with the rigid edge of the dish rack. When I say I was covered in glass shards, I am not exaggerating. The chefs told me not to move too much and immediately go to the bathroom to wash my face. I had tiny glass shards sprayed across my face, in my hair, and all over my shirt. I even pulled a sizable piece out of my ear.
I didn’t panic until I felt something foreign and unwelcome in my eye. Cue FREAK OUT mode. I immediately started imagining my next 12 hours: emergency room, eye exam, creepy tool inserted into eye, retrieve glass shard, blurred vision, eye patch, permanent damage, disfigured eyeball. The reality was I spent the next 10 minutes rinsing my eyes, face, hair, and neck and the only cut I actually obtained was a small one on my left ring finger.
I spent another 10 minutes thanking God that I did not have any cuts in my eyes or on my face. It may sound ridiculous and like I’m being a bit of a drama queen, but I was terrified. A glass exploding in my face is not typically how I like to end my Friday nights. Both of my eyes did subsequently swell up and turn bright red for a few hours, but I think that was due to the intensity of my eye flushing. I basically put them through a mini Niagara Falls type bath. Sorry, eyes.
This brings me to the Hunger Games-esque healing ointment that I have been fortunate enough to experiment with. Recently my fiance, Isaac, was given an amazing opportunity. He was offered an internship working with KeraNetics, a progressive company in town that creates medical products using keratin. KeraNetics has some of their products already patented and the one that Isaac has been working with is patent-pending. This skin regenerating cream, with a number instead of a name, is what the CEO of the company gave to Isaac to test out on my eczema. The cream is still in clinical trials, so I was excited to unofficially take part in the study.
Last night at 12pm after getting out of the shower, I snapped a quick picture of my cut finger. I put a drop of the Keratin cream on it and went to bed. The next morning, I woke up to the second picture.
Yes, I know the cut was really small, but think of the potential this product has. It has no smell, steroid-free, antibiotic-free, doesn’t hurt, and is actually soothing to an open cut.
A week ago I decided to try it out on one of my eczema spots on my wrist, one I am in a constant battle with. The first photo was taken before any application of the cream. The next two were taken within 6 days of applying the cream, and I did not apply it more than 4 times total. Pretty amazing if you ask me.
I am eager to try out the mystery cream on a bigger cut/gash, as soon as I am lucky enough to obtain one. I am clumsy, it shouldn’t be long. I also cannot wait to see this product patented and on the market for everybody to enjoy! Until then, I’ll keep using this magic healing cream and hoping no crazy side effects are discovered in the actual clinical testing. As of yet, no negative side effects have been found.