i got pretty damn plastered at my friends cabin, we needed light, so my friend empties the salt and pepper shakers, fills them with gasoline, and lights them. worked well until the glass cracked. then we had a gasoline soaked floor, the cabin was burning, he was trying to keep the beds from catching, i fell down trying to put out the fire using a broom....i dont know why. anyway, put my hand out to catch myself, i didnt. everything caught on fire, kicked down the door, stop, dropped and rolled. came back in with my broom and finished off the fire. 3rd degree burns on the top of my hand with no feeling anymore, and my leg hair went away.
could have been alot worse, and i dont exactly thank god or whoever that got me through that enough. just burning my hand badly was by far one of the worst experiences i will ever go through. and recovering. gave me a new respect to people who have burned the majority of their body and make it through. dont think id be strong enough to make it. growing back skin, especially alot of layers, is horrible. scabs form, but then you use your hand alot, so they crack and bleed. eegh. its bad. and to think that i made it through that experience without anyone finding out the truth. intense. oh and afterwards, i had my hand in a mudpuddle cus it hurt, so we decide to clean it out. i put a washcloth in my mouth to bite on and had hydrogen peroxide poured on it. THAT, was pain.