Following Where He Leads: Am I On Fire?

We were up at the camp for the Work Weekend. I was in the kitchen at 7:30 Saturday morning, and having a great time cutting strawberries, when one of our volunteers turned on the griddle to cook the pancakes. "Is this on?" She asked. It was the first time we used it this spring, so I wouldn't be surprised of the pilot had gone out. I walked over and looked underneath. I caught a wif of gasoline, but saw no flame, and then POOF!!!

I was standing a good 2 feet away, and watched in slow motion as all the vapors in the air lit up in swirls of color and flames rushed towards my face.

If you have ever seen "Slumdog Millionaire" there's a scene where a man is on fire running through the street. That's the image that came to my mind, closely followed by "stop, drop, and roll." But as far as I could tell, I was not on fire, however I know hair is highly flammable (are dreads more or less flammable?), and how would I even know if my head was on fire? I could still see the fumes in front of my face, and felt hot and dizzy, so I ran through the kitchen swatting my hair and yelling, "AM I ON FIRE??!!"

At that moment Carrie turned around and saw me running while swatting at my hair, and then sticking my head in the sink (she said when this event is far enough away to be funny, she'll reenact what she saw). She assured me that I was not on fire, and made me sit down, since I was shaking pretty badly.
She assessed the damage, assuring me that I still had hair. The bandanna protected my dreads and the dreads protected my head.
I had singed eyebrows and shortened lashes, and the fuzzies on my dreads were cleaned up nicely and left in small clumps of burnt hair all over my shirt and face.
I was released from kitchen duty to wash my dreads in attempt to remove the burnt hair smell and burnt hair particles. Since it was only 35 degrees out, I had a hot shower, while holding a cold cloth on my burning face...that was rather challenging.

2 hours later, my face still hurt, but someone found burn cream and aspirin...which helped sooo much.
I spent the rest of the morning outside, enjoying the cold fresh air on my face, supervising the kiddos, and taking pictures of the men working...I have never been so glad to stand outside, looking to the sky and letting snow melt on my cheeks (yes it was snowing in May)...
A day later, the damage is not bad. I made the mistake of rubbing my eyes this morning, and my lips and nose hurt - small blisters pealed off both. I guess the left side of my face was closer to the stove...the skin around my eye is sensitive and I have what looks like a "pacifier ring" on my chin/cheek...