A Visit to The Burn Center

I burned myself pretty badly two weeks ago, and it wasn’t healing as expected, thanks to my stupid, sensitive body. I was reacting to everything: the antibiotic ointments, the bandaid adhesive, the nonstick pad, etc.

At my husband’s insistence, I saw a doctor. And at my doctor’s insistence, I saw a wound care specialist.

I was expecting an uneventful visit to the Bothin Burn Center this morning, but was surprised by a flood of thoughts and emotions as I waited for the staff to process me as a new patient:

  • What constant stress the staff must be under.
  • These poor folks in the waiting room, who had real issues that needed attention.
  • How absurd it was for me to take up the doctor’s time, which could be used for treating serious burn victims.
  • How stupid it was of me to be so careless, causing me to waste all this time and money.
  • And worst of all: What if my carelessness had caused me to burn someone else… or a child? The thought alone brought immediate tears to my eyes, and the concern was later exacerbated when I saw a toddler, cautiously but curiously exploring the hallway with her parents, wearing a compression garment (to apply pressure over healing burns and grafts) around her teeny, adorable face.

But as usual, the bad thoughts brought good ones — details that I can never take for granted:

  • How lucky that my loved ones and I are in reasonably good health.
  • How fortunate I am to have the healthcare and resources to take care of any issues that do arise.

2 thoughts on “A Visit to The Burn Center

  1. I hope you heal quickly! I’m sorry you doubt how relevant your own pain is. You’re lovely and worth anyone’s time and attention.

    I hear you on the anxiety about kids being injured. It keeps me up nights (I actually went back on Zoloft because of persistent anxiety about my kids coming to harm). Just remind yourself that children are SO resilient!

    <3

    • Thanks so much, Zandy! ❤️

      Oh my gosh, I wept at the idea of my non-existent children getting hurt. I can’t even begin to imagine your stress and anxiety. ❤️

      But you’re right children *are* incredibly resilient, and every spill is a lesson in some way… even if the lesson is: shit happens. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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