For some reason this weekend I remembered something I had not thought about in YEARS, which was the one great time in my adult life when I was seriously, deviously MEAN to someone and the ensuing consequences of my actions. I maintain this person fully and wholly deserved it, and it was not so much my meanness as it was my giving this person lots and lots of rope, all the while snickering to various amused bystanders that said person might just be stupid enough to hang themselves with said rope, never once dreaming that what actually transpired would actually transpire.  MORE Mojo! »

I think for those who have never experienced a really BAD burn, you imagine the pain will be just an absolutely horrendous nightmare for the duration. I suppose I am somewhat lucky in that respect, as indeed I seem to be lucky in a lot of things lately (except for the actual burning part), in that It's Not As Bad As It Could Have Been.

Oh, yeah, make no mistake about it--it hurts. The pain is what drove me to the hospital in the first place. But it built up. I went into shock pretty quick--in fact I had to talk to myself for a bit while I paced to calm myself down so I wouldn't go entirely into shock and freak out--and it didn't get bad until an hour or two into it. But pretty much run-of-the-mill painkillers took care of it fairly well, although I believe I spent most of the first week snoring away on the couch. And, to be honest, I did absolutely ZERO work. I just couldn't concentrate.  MORE Mojo! »