However, given the circumstances, I'm entitled to it. See, I was making breakfast for myself. Oatmeal, to be exact, from the microwave. Well, I went to the microwave to retrieve my maple-and-brown-sugar goodness when...suddenly...the bowl tipped. A handful of the contents spilled out and onto my leg, just above the knee. Needless to say, the first few things out of my mouth, as I scrambled to get the stuff off of my leg, were 'G**DAMMIT!' and 'F***!!!!'
I feel, though, that I'm lucky I don't wear shorts. That my pants protected me at least somewhat and kept it from being worse than it is. As it is, though, the skin is red, raw, and bubbling a bit. Now, I'm waiting for my mom to be able to get out of work for a bit so she can take me to the freakin' hospital. In the meantime, I have a frozen gel-pack against the wound. Which burns like hell.
I feel, though, that I'm lucky I don't wear shorts. That my pants protected me at least somewhat and kept it from being worse than it is. As it is, though, the skin is red, raw, and bubbling a bit. Now, I'm waiting for my mom to be able to get out of work for a bit so she can take me to the freakin' hospital. In the meantime, I have a frozen gel-pack against the wound. Which burns like hell.


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