Okay. It's been about six days since The Accident. I have second- and third-degree burns covering most of the bottom part of my upper right arm, and a somewhat larger patch traveling its merry way over my shoulder and down my right shoulder blade.
And for some reason--probably because I am not necessarily focusing on this little factoid, both because I assume it is self-evident and also because I don't think there is anything positive to glean from dwelling on it--some people have taken to asking me, "Does it hurt?"
So here we go, on the record:
Yes. It hurts. Very much.
Glad I could clear that up for you. Now let's enjoy the weekend without dwelling on bad things, okay? Because nothing good will come of that. Trust me.
There's a part of me that wants to take pictures, but another part of me sez No Way. Thus far the No Way is winning. Because right now it does look really really horrible. It won't look that way forever, and *I* can stand it, but it's not very pleasant to see. Trust me. If you don't believe me, do a Google image search on the phrase "second degree burn" and then use your imagination. But don't do it if you are squeamish. I warned you.
At least you will understand me better when I claim that my lucrative career as a bathing suit model is probably over. Or, at the very least, now I can say with some conviction that I definitely have a "good" side to photograph.