So I’m making breakfast this morning, I reached over to the toaster to put down some bread. Right as I reached across the counter, I remembered that I’d put some water on to boil in the electric teakettle, and just as that realization hit me, a second realization hit me: "FFFFUUUuuuuuuck! That hurts!!!"
I had reached my arm directly across the path of the steam exiting the spout, and it instantly hurt like a motherfucker. And a fatherfucker, and an unclefucker too. So I ran it under cold water - after a few minutes, it’s started feeling a little better, so I shut off the water, and dried my off my forearm with a kitchen towel. And I looked down in horror to see a quarter-sized patch of skin above my wrist just slough off on the inside of my forearm - it still makes me a little sick to think about it.
So I put a bunch of neosporin on it, slapped on a large band aid, and iced it for about 30 minutes, hoping that would do the trick. But the nerve endings in a patch about the size of a silver dollar were just singing the second I took the ice off - it hurt just sitting still (still does).
Compounding this, the family had to go to out for some very overdue shopping that couldn’t be put off any longer. The whole time we’re out, I keep brushing my arm against stuff, and trying to bite my tongue and not let loose a string of profanity, but failing miserably - the folks at Costco must have thought I had Tourette’s or something.
The worst was when I went into Trader Joe’s - I had to pop in to get a few things while my wife nursed our baby boy in the car, but all three other kids had to use the bathroom (of course). So they all went in to the restroom together, and I was shopping around waiting for them to finish. When they did, my 9 year old daughter ran up to surprise me, and - you guessed it, she grabbed me on the arm exactly where the burn is, hard. I swear I greyed out a little bit - I had to hold onto the cart to keep from passing out it hurt so bad.
But i made it home, and right now, I’m sitting on the couch letting it air out - my wife’s orders, since she saw her fair share of burns when she worked in the restaurant business. And the nerves in that area (really, my whole fucking forearm by now) are still singing their aria, so every little breeze hitting it just. fucking. hurts. I’m really hoping I don’t have deeper tissue damage or long lasting nerve damage.
So, yeah - steam burns eat a big bag of dicks.