I don’t think I have ever told the story about a young man just out with his friends looking for a good time. Actually I haven’t been telling any stories but that aside I will continue. One night, about two summers ago, a young man and his sisters came into the E.R. to be seen.
The young man came to the window and said that he had burned himself and would like to be treated. We asked him if he was trying to hurt himself? He replayed ” No its not like I was fooling around with some friends and thats how it happened. OK! said the nurse, so she got his vitals and took him back to a room. This is where I come in. I walked into the room and asked him to show me his burn. He looked at his sisters and back at me then stood up turned around and dropped his pants to the floor. I kid you not I stood amazed and dumbfounded at what was before me. Both checks were covered with second and third degree burns. So I asked him how this happened? He replayed “I was out camping with friends and we had been drinking. I thought it would be funny if I mooned them so I did. I lost my balance and fell right in the fire.
I looked at him and in the straightest face possible said ” Well at least you didn’t do a half assed job” We all laughed to the point of tears and I then spent the next hour scrubbing and peeling the dead and burned skin from his body. If any of you have had a bad burn then you know how hard it is to numb the skin as well as how much I would have to scrub to get the burn clean to reduce any chance of infection. Needless to say I believe this young man learned his lesson.
I did that too but I fell back to far and got some important stuff. They had to scrub my…. feet, what did you think I was going to say?
skiv
September 5th, 2007