I've had a few whoppers, but I think my most
traumatic injury involved the least
My mom used to have a habit of putting a teaspoon in the top of a teakettle to keep it from whistling, so she could let it keep boiling and get superheated -- more sanitary that way, she felt. Well, one Sunday morning when I was about 30, I was over at the folks's house for breakfast, and Mom had me hold out my cup for more hot water.
The superhot water spilled over my left hand, but I couldn't just drop the cup, because it was an heirloom... and I couldn't just carry it to the sink, because Mom was still pouring and it would have splashed on our feet... so I had to say Mom stop, Mom stop, Mom stop
until she did. Then I put the cup down on the counter and ran to the sink, turned on the cold water, and stuck my hand under it. Mom's instinct was to come over and grasp my hand under the water -- which kept the water from getting to
it, of course -- so I had to say Mom let go, Mom let go, Mom let go,
until she did.
Well, by then the melted skin between my fingers had webbed together, and I had to forcibly
spread my fingers to rip them apart again, which made me black out for a moment as I leaned on the sink. I sat for the next six hours with my hand in a bowl of icewater and still
had so much pain that I just leaked tears constantly.
I knew I should go to the hospital, but I was embarrassed to ask my parents to take me there... I figured they would think I was a big baby, since they had already expressed the opinion that there was nothing the hospital could do for this.
Eventually, I needed to go home, so we soaked a towel in icewater, wrapped it around my hand, and covered it with a plastic bag. My apartment was only ten minutes away, but I couldn't do it -- two minutes into the drive, I had to pull over and just sit and sob. My father had followed me to make sure I got there okay, and I finally just asked him to drive me home. We left my car, and he and Mom got it later.
It was three days before the pain got down to a level that allowed me to do anything but sit still and hurt.
Such a simple little injury, but it was darn near unendurable! I have the greatest sympathy for real
burn victims... I can't even imagine what they go through.
Mom no longer owns