This burn on my arm or the hole in my heart?
Yes I realize this is a tad dramatic. It was just a thought that crossed my mind as I told my friend about how my burn is starting to open up. It’s interesting how the progression of the burn matches that of the situation that I’m in right now.
I shouldn’t have tried to help out by trying to make the oil hit the trash can instead. I should have just let things happen as they did.
Immediately after I got hurt, I did some damage control and went on working to the best of my ability. I went through the motions mindlessly and put on my best fake smile. It gave me time to dwell on the idea of the burn, I thought about what my arm had looked like before, just in case it never looks the same again. I wanted to remember. After the working day was over and I finally got a chance to think about the pain, it hit me. I left the wound visible for a little while and shared my battle story with my friends and family. Soon, I decided that this was enough and I started covering it. As of now, I’m reaching the point where the skin is coming off, the rawness of the wound is showing. It still hurts, but only when I think about it, stretch the skin, or move too quickly. I guess I could just wait on it to heal on its own, but that it the best way to gain a scar. Burns heal slowly. While they heal, they make a person more susceptible to illness – it is broken skin after all. I’ll do what I can to help it heal. The doctor says it will take months. Even with all the different creams and treatments, there maybe a scar on my arm forever.