I tapped my arm with a heat gun for one second on New Year’s Eve and now I’m six days into nursing a nasty burn wound. It only hurts right after I change the dressing, and while so far we haven’t seen fit to take me to a doctor, I am starting to have paranoid imaginings. Ultimately, though, the skin seems to be growing back, there doesn’t seem to be much moisture from the wound and once I figured out that adhesive bandages are contraindicated on burn wounds, I feel pretty confident.
For those who must know WHY I had the heat gun: our balcony door had frozen shut. We’re require to keep it open due to fire codes (yes, yes, laugh it up, irony lovers.) I was wrapping the cord and it just glanced off my arm. Yes, it sucks. But it’s not exactly the end of my world.