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Have you ever seriously burned yourself? You were drunk, weren't you? Do you still have a scar?

― oops (Oops), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 05:19 (twenty-two years ago)

Yes, no, yes.

Next?

― luna (luna.c), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 05:22 (twenty-two years ago)

GIVE ME THE STORY, WOMAN

― oops (Oops), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 05:23 (twenty-two years ago)

I havent but my neighbour somewhere I lived did. Half his face had that melty burn scar, we asked him how it happened.

He said he and his sister were making volcanoes out of sand and kerosene. Baaaad move. The "volcano" blew up in his face and his hair caught fire. So he dropped and rolled... but he'd spilt kero on the grass so he caught fire more! The only thing that saved him was diving into the nearby dam.

He then said "I can't eat pork anymore, the smell reminds me of my own skin burning". Uuuugh.

― Trayce (trayce), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 05:26 (twenty-two years ago)

Oh it was nothing really - I was distracted and reached into the oven to take out a metal pan with my bare hand. It sizzled.

― luna (luna.c), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 05:28 (twenty-two years ago)

Ouch!

I just remembered another one (I seem to be surrounded by burn victims but never burn myself). Stoner flatmate, comes out of the kitchen quite calmly one night, and intones "I think I just burnt myself rather badly" in this unemotional voice.

She had poured an entire pot of still-boiling water all over her forearms and didn't seem to even feel it. Second degree burns and all. I guess she was that stoned. Heh.

― Trayce (trayce), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 05:40 (twenty-two years ago)

when i was 14 and bored, i absent-mindedly put a napkin on top of a burning candle in my parents' living room. naturally, it started to burn so i ran with it to the kitchen sink and got a very big and nasty blister on my right hand. i was scared shitless to tell my parents what i did, so i told them that i poured boiling water on my hand. they believed me, but my next-door neighbor (who was a nurse) didn't.

― Tad (llamasfur), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 07:53 (twenty-two years ago)

Yes, no, hard to tell (I swear I still feel ghost pain 25 years later)
When I was about 7 my brother convinced me (I was semi-retarded at the time, I guess) that grabbing the exhaust pipe of my Uncle's just-parked motorcycle would be fun. IT FUCKING WASN'T. The skin ballooned up almost instantly. I remember they wanted to pop the blister so I ran away up the street and stood at the top of the hill, watching (I was under the impression that it would hurt even more). Haven't trusted my brother since.

― Bryan (Bryan), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 08:01 (twenty-two years ago)

When I was in the cricket scorebox at school and having a cigarette (it was great because it was 200 yards from where the teachers watched from, so if they saw the smoke you had loads of time to put it out before they got to you) I had to climb up on the table to register a fallen wicket. I put the cig down on the table, but put my hand down firmly on it when climbing back down, and had a sore burn for over a week.

― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 11:23 (twenty-two years ago)

I very nearly had all of my hair go up in flames once. I leant too close to a candle one Christmas Eve, and a small patch of my hair began to take light. Luckily at that very instant my mum saw it and gave an almighty THWACK to the affected area, which put it out and sent me reeling. I later went up to the bathroom to look in the mirror and there was this small tuft that was all frizzy and burnt.

― Chriddof (Chriddof), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 12:07 (twenty-two years ago)

At school, my stoner friends would have endurance competitions, seeing how long they could hold the backs of their hands in a lighter flame. I think they've still got the scars from it (not that I've seen them for a few years).

― caitlin (caitlin), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 12:27 (twenty-two years ago)

i was once talking to someone in a goth club when their hair caught fire. it was amazing to see. i put it out very quickly. they didn't realise why i was hitting them on the head till the horrible smell of burning hair wafted by.

― angela (angela), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 13:06 (twenty-two years ago)

Oh it was nothing really - I was distracted and reached into the oven to take out a metal pan with my bare hand. It sizzled.

A similar story for me. I was wearing oven mitts but the pan touched my wrist just above the mitt, and now I have a vaguely crab-shaped scar.

― j.lu (j.lu), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 13:10 (twenty-two years ago)

I was about 4 years old, or a little younger. I was sitting up on the kitchen countertop on my silky softy (an orange silk pillowcase), watching my mom make Christmas sweet rolls. She opened up the oven to check on them, and I slipped right in. She threw out her arms and caught my belly, but my hands and legs flopped down on either side and landed on the oven door. I got scars on my wrists and knees and that I could still see as a teenager.

― Sarah McLUsky (coco), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 13:14 (twenty-two years ago)

Working in a restaurant = burns aplenty.

One night I was washing dishes (in the "dish tank", as it's known). I had almost a full load in the Hobart (dishwasher). There was room for one more plate. I turned to the place where people put their dirties, and saw one plate...

(backtracking a little)

At this restaurant we served baked oysters. We baked them on a plate, which we set on another plate so the customer wouldn't burn themself. This idiot douchebag who was working the appetizer station that night burned a plateload of oysters and ruined the plate (it was now brown). He put the burnt plate where the servers set the dirty plates they pull off of tables.

The plate I grabbed was that plate. I grabbed it with one hand, heard a "ttssss" of sizzling flesh, almost dropped the plate, was interrupted by my do-not-let-plates-hit-the-floor instinct and grabbed it with my other hand. Again "ttssssss". Finally I dropped the plate. About ten minutes later all but two of my fingertips were covered in gigantic monstrous blisters; I went to the doctor, who informed me I had third-degree burns on all of my fingers (except for the ring-finger on my left-hand and the middle-finger on my right).

I went home, smeared lidocaine all over my fingers, and clutched miserably onto otter pops to try to make the pain go away. GRRRR.

(They fired that guy that night, btw.)

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 13:16 (twenty-two years ago)

I have a rare talent for burning myself, so much so my nickname a good few years ago used to be A. Spontane, on account of the amount of times I conspired to attract extreme heat to myself. I have set fire to my hair, eyelashes, nasal hair, clothes, someone’s back garden, I burnt my eyeball once and had to wear a patch, I have been engulfed in flames when a bonfire exploded on me, if someone spills hot tea, you can guarantee it will land on me, I’ve burnt my lips smoking a roach, I’ve burnt my ear on a lightbulb, and I burnt my chin once when I was eating pizza and all the topping came off a slice in one bite and flopped onto my chin, sticking to it – that was quite a good one to tell people about.

I burn my hands with such regularity it no longer bothers me in the slightest. I’m the guy who takes out a dish from the oven wearing a glove, then nonchalantly transfers it from my gloved hand to the table with my bare hand – cue strangulated cries and disbelieving clutching of my now needlessly scolding hand.

I don’t really have any scars though – it seems my body has adapted to my subconscious penchant for self-inflamation by having an acutely advanced skin regeneration system.

― Alex K (Alex K), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 13:17 (twenty-two years ago)

There were many many more though, howevah: things straight out of the oven touching flesh, reaching over a grill and all my arm hairs catching fire, a pot of boiling water for blanching asparagus spilled on my legs, etc, etc.

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 13:20 (twenty-two years ago)

I've managed to blow a lot of stuff up without getting anything besides powder burns. The only time I remember getting really burned was as a very little kid, at my uncle's house, when a candle fell over and hot wax dripped down my leg. No big deal.

― hstencil, Tuesday, 20 May 2003 13:28 (twenty-two years ago)

So one night when I'm out on a trip down the Colorado River as part of a Boy Scout trip (fun trip, actually!), I'm leaning down near the fire and feel through my jeans a slightly prickly sensation. "Eh, some little burr," and I reach down to pick it up and throw it away. Huge blisters and second degree burns on my left hand's fingers later...

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 13:51 (twenty-two years ago)

the scar on my wrist is from molten lead

it splashed, so it is a splashy shape

― mark s (mark s), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 13:59 (twenty-two years ago)

The scar is all but gone, but I was burned on the wrist by a cigarette in the Paris metro when I was five.

― g--ff c-nn-n (gcannon), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 14:05 (twenty-two years ago)

Getting things out the oven is always dangerous, so here's my hint to avoid these pesky burns. When the dinner is almost ready, get the wine glasses and start washing them. Then say
'My hands are wet, can you get the SHepherd's Pie out of the oven for me.' to a guest. Safety first.

― Pete (Pete), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 14:13 (twenty-two years ago)

hahaha - genius Pete. I'll give it a go.

― Alex K (Alex K), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 14:51 (twenty-two years ago)

five years pass...

so i seemed to have a rather large ugly blister sprout up on my hand today, my guess is it happened when i put my hand in the vending machine to retrieve my coffee and hot water splashed it.

But i never even noticed, in fact it must have been about fifteen minutes before i saw it. It looks horrendous but still doesn't hurt. Am I Superman ?

― Ste, Friday, 1 August 2008 13:22 (seventeen years ago)

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