Valentine’s day without your lover is depressing enough without getting a burn on your face too.
Just so you know, this picture makes it look worse than it is. Let me explain. They day started off hopeful. It was sad to be far away from Ira, but I had plans to go out to dinner with friends and then to the iNHUMANS cd release party. I was really looking forward to both because I’ve been kind of a homebody lately and it was going to be nice to get out for an evening. I worked the opening shift in the coffee shop at the book store where I work. It was busy as Saturdays are. The drip coffee we serve is made in french presses Sometimes these presses are hard to press. I was trying to be careful, but instead of pressing down the coffee exploded all over the right side of my face. I ran to the bathroom and soon realized I needed to at least go home. My face was a deep red and hurt like hell. I was preparing to leave when my caring co-workers asked to examine my burn. I removed the wet rag I was comforting myself with and my co-workers told me they thought I should go to a doctor because some places on my face were more than just red, skin was gone. I called my mother the nurse and she came down, agreed a doctor would be necessary if only to prevent scarring on my precious face. The excessive gauze in the photo is mostly just to hold the bandages in place. The burn really only covers my cheek, jawline, ear, and a small spot on my wrist. The doctor doesn’t think I’ll have scars. I might have to wear a large bandage for awhile because the way to prevent scars is to prevent scabbing and infection. I also have to take steroids for 6 days. I’m taking some time off of work. I bet a sweater will be knitted and a book read. I hope your valentine’s day was lovelier than mine.
