Day 6770 of the Apocalypse:
Day -3 of the lockdown:
Or is it day -2? No one knows what Ramapostpona means by midnight Thursday.
Woke up, didn’t shower, used a cloth. Went to the hospital. They tore off the burn shield. I screamed especially loud when they took off the part around the [censored]. They gave me this green vape looking thing and said “Smoke this”. They cut off the dead skin around the blistered as I lay there giggling, making a couple of the nurses laugh at the same time. I told them not to let me take the green pipe home. They dressed the wound. Then they dressed me. When they said I could go, I couldn’t get my shoes on. When they asked why I was still there, I told them I couldn’t stand, but I tried again and got them on ok. I pocketed the green pipe. Hurt like crap when I walked to the pharmacy to get my supplies for the week to treat/redress the wounds. Hurt any time I moved my leg. Getting in and out of the car sucked! Got home. They’d been without power since 10am, and I got back around 3pm. Changed into my PJs, and noticed a section of the burn is exposed. It was basically like walking around rubbing a scotchbrite pad on a sunburn, but it doesn’t “need to be dressed” as far as hygiene goes… Still in pain, so I tried the green pipe. All the fluid/vapour is gone Slept until about 18:45 when the power came back on. Hoping the meat I bought for the month is ok. Makes me worry about when our power goes out during the lockdown.