Izin memberikan info mengenai pertolongan pertama bila terkena air keras.
Air keras itu kalau terkena tubuh termasuk ke dalam acid and chemical burn. Beberapa hal yang dapat kita lakukan antara lain:
- Lepaskan semua pakaian atau benda yang terkena zat kimia tersebut, bila memungkinkan
- Singkirkan bila ada zat kimia kering dari kulit
- Berikan air yang banyak atau air mengalir ke area yang terkena zat kimia selama 1 jam terus menerus
- JANGAN berikan apapun, termasuk krim atau zat kimia lain, ke area tubuh yang terkena air keras
-Segera bawa ke RS terdekat agar segera mendapatkan penanganan memadai
Semoga bermanfaat.
Sumber: NHS
When I was twenty, my mom got sick.
Not the dramatic kind you see in movies. Just something that started as “fatigue” and turned into hospital visits, prescriptions, and quiet conversations behind closed doors.
I was in school. I had plans. I was supposed to be focused on exams and internships and figuring out who I wanted to become.
Instead, I learned how to read medical bills.
My dad worked overtime. I started picking up shifts at a grocery store after classes. I told my friends I couldn’t hang out because I was “saving money.” I didn’t tell them it was for copays and medication refills.
There was one night I remember clearly.
The power hadn’t gone out. No one was yelling. Nothing dramatic was happening. I was just sitting at the kitchen table with a calculator, trying to make numbers behave. If we paid this bill late, could we cover the next one? If I worked two extra shifts, could we avoid using the credit card?
I felt older than I was.
At the hospital, I learned how to sit still for hours. How to nod calmly when doctors explained things I barely understood. How to smile at my mom and say, “It’s going to be fine,” even when I wasn’t sure.
I stopped sleeping properly. I stopped complaining. I became efficient. Responsible. Reliable.
One afternoon, after a long shift, I sat in my car and realized I hadn’t cried once since everything started. Not because I was brave. Because I didn’t have the space to.
Things didn’t magically fix themselves. My mom’s health improved slowly. The bills didn’t disappear, but they became manageable. My grades dipped, then recovered. I kept going.
Looking back, there wasn’t a single heroic moment. No big speech. No turning point.
Just small, stubborn decisions:
Go to class. Go to work. Go to the hospital.
Repeat.
I used to think strength was loud... dramatic, visible, impressive.
Now I know it’s often quiet.
It’s the version of you that keeps moving forward, even when no one sees how heavy everything feels.
I am a Christian from the Holy Land. I studied Christian theology in Bethlehem and served at a local church for over 7 years. I was beaten by the Israeli military, denied access to Christian holy sites, and separated from my family in Gaza for years. These policies are driving Christians out.
Do you mind commenting on these policies?
@audreysunburn SURAT BUAT MAMA RETI
MAMA SAYA PERGI DULU
MAMA RELAKAN SAYA PERGI (MENINGGAL)
JANGAN MENANGIS YA MAMA
MAMA SAYA PERGI (MENINGGAL)
TIDAK PERLU MAMA MENANGIS DAN MENCARI ATAU MERINDUKAN SAYA
SELAMAT TINGGAL MAMA
MOHON BANTUAN. Jika terjadi apa-apa kepada aku, entah aku hilang (amit-amit), tolong selidiki Eat (Reyhard Rumbayan) dan komplotannya.
Tadi malam, Eat sudah dibebaskan karena habis masa tahanannya dan jadi tahanan kota Bandung. Kasusnya dia cukup fishy mengingat hanya nama dia seorang yang tidak muncul di portal-portal berita terkait Terorisme.
Tandai wajahnya ya! Hati-hati bagia perempuan atau laki-laki. https://t.co/N9AxyNTxox