It is not the purpose of this blog to solicit donations of any kind.

However.

A week ago, I had a couple of days off, so I wrote and cooked.

I made a tomato soup from scratch, including my own vegetable stock.

I reheated the soup in my microwave. I picked up the bowl with one oven mitt and one dishtowel. The bowl was so hot that I released it immediately.

The searing hot liquid, upon being dropped, splashed up and hit my thumb.

My thumb. Look at your thumb. That space between the first and second knuckle? Scalded. The next day, a blister with the diameter of a dime, and the height of four dimes stacked, was on my thumb.

Pus, blood, scab, peel, pus, scab, peel, blood. Daily events in the past week. "Gross!" cried my work colleagues. "Gross! Eew! Keep it covered!"

Even with an area of injury of less than a square inch, I understood why burn victims are often put to sleep in hospitals. It fucking hurts. My wound, I understand, is nothing. But M****f***r, it's everything.

I made a donation to http://www.nyffburncenter.com/?gclid=CMyQxa-EjpwCFRJM5QodzWdpYg. "cause these guys are the real heroes.

Labels: Burns

posted by Elizabeth at 10:57 PM