Once upon a time I was involved in an explosion. I burnt my hand, lower abdominal area and about half of my privates. Well they assigned two nurses twice a day to debride the skin to reduce scar tissue.

All went well for the first few days although the general discomfort of debriding was never looked forward to. Then I started to get a lot better and this excessive daily handling by these pleasant well structured always masked nurses was obviously going to take it's toll.

I was hoping they were putting some salt peter or equivelant chemical in my food. If so it was not enough and the mental struggle to control the situation was perhaps one of the most difficult of my life.

To compound things it was getting worse by the day. Ten days of isolation with the first several drugged in a fashion I could not even read or watch a tv show. Yet to myself seemed wide awake. Also could not estimate or keep track of time in any fashion at first.

I actually asked for the pain killing drugs to be eliminated after I found a thought almost came out of my mouth when the nurses where working on me. What also disturbed me too was the pain was no different without the drugs. I had at least five bottles hanging an the racks. Plus an injection just before each proceedure. That demerol seemed to have little effect other than on my mind. .

I just remembered the long forgotten thought. They had put a new young nurse on with the other to learn how to debride a burn patient. At first she did not want to do it. Especially the penis.

I encouraged her that it was fine by me and it had to be done. Well she continued to resist by not doing it well for a day or so. Then she really got into the stride of the issue.

She was starting to take off more skin than she should. The other nurse was working on my hand so did not notice. Up bubbles the sugggestion in my mind with my mouth wanting to follow out of control . Honey sometimes in life there is just not enough skin to go around at a given time.

I felt if contining the drugs it was far too close the first time. The drugs had to go. I cannot trust my sense of humour at the best of times. Yet can normally not verbalise it by choice.

To me the really lasting funny part of the episode was. My wife did not know I had been involved in the explosion. I requested the surgeon or someone call her at seven the next morning. To let her know where I was and what had happened.

The surgeon came into the room after the phone call chuckling. Apparently he had told her during the conversation somewhere that I would still function completly normal sexually when healed. To his suprise the wife told him she could get that anywhere but would the rest of me be okay.

Try never to get a semi major burn. You lose an tremendous amount of body fluids. In my case maybe ten pounds a day at first even with all the fluid being put into you. I cannot describe the pain other than it starts to grow in waves. I imagine after a while if not given anything you would pass out from it. Or be in serious shock. The mind does forget the pain over time.
At the time I thought I just would not wish this on anyone. So it had to be strong.