The next old person who tells me the coffee isn't hot enough is getting an eyeful of blistered and pus-y skin to show that yes, in fact, it is, and then some.
In the middle of all of this I seem to have acquired myself a bit of a relationship, with a handsome man. There is nothing like having a near tragedy to bring out the best, or sometimes, worst, in people. This one seems to have elicited his best response, and I am grateful. After spending so long having only myself to care for me, it feels a bit strange to let him clean and dress the wounds, tender and gentle while I wince, and I can't stop wondering why anyone would want to do this for me. The burns are the most disgusting thing I have ever seen and the pain is the worst I have ever felt. And I had natural childbirth. Admittedly I am being a bit of a baby about it, and every narcotic they have tried to give me for pain has made me feel like I was about to vomit my innards up.
So yeah life moves fast sometimes. And good sometimes, if you are lucky, even with half the skin of your arm hanging off.
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