Well, do you? Because I have one for you! If you don’t, probably best to stop reading… this might get kind of gross.
A couple of weeks ago I had the awesome experience of getting second degree burn on my hand, right between my thumb and my index finger. I went to the emergency room about an hour after I was burned and there really wasn’t much they could do aside from tell me to keep a close eye out for infection and tell me that if it gets worse to take another trip over to the hospital.
Sure enough, a few days later I made my return to the hospital. The blister had gotten so large I could no longer move my hand without extreme pain, and the circulation in my thumb was getting cut off by the pressure. When I arrived, I was sent straight to the wound care unit where they looked at my hand, measured the blister (seven centimeters long, about 4 centimeters wide) and took some pictures of the burn. After waiting an hour or so a doctor finally came into the room. This is where the fun begins. They laid a foam pad on my lap and the doctor said, “This is going to feel great, just keep your hand aimed at the pad” and then he preceded to stab a hole in the blister with a scalpel. Oh man, did that feel so good. All the fluid built up underneath the blister shot out so fast, I swear is squirted out this gross yellow-ish liquid for 30 seconds.
With all the pressure released from my hand I felt on top of the world… until the doctor said, “Okay, this next part is gonna suck, buddy.” After he said that a few more nurses walked into the room, one of the nurse’s whole job was just to hold my arm and body down as the doctor prepared to give me the most pain I have ever experienced. He took some fancy doctor scissors, lifted the stretched-out skin left from the blister, and started cutting. I could feel each cut ripping through my skin and I instinctively started to yell and groan.
My body tensed up and I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my body as the doctor told me he was almost done cutting. I was relived to hear the final “snip” of the scissor and he pulled away to damaged skin, I thought the worst of the pain was over. I was very wrong. The doctor started listing off chemical names to the other nurses in the room, I watched as they grabbed these different bottles from the cabinets and bring them to the doctor. He would count, “one, two, three” and squirt this cleaning chemical on my open wound. It burned like nothing I can describe. This happened for a couple different chemicals until it was finally over. I was able to catch a glimpse of what they did to my hand before they bandaged it. What I saw was absolutely disturbing to see on your own body, the bottom layer of skin, covered in blood and veins.
That story took place about 20 days ago now at the time of writing this. I had to have my hand bandaged for a few weeks, and now you can see me sporting a sweet glove for the next couple months. I was told that it might take up to 6 months for my hand to fully heal. All I have to say is make sure you don’t grab something that is hot, because you will definitely regret it.