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Editor's Notes:

Okay, it's true, the submitter didn't give that much info on this wound experience but the healing process is so well documented that I just had to post this one. Also (not surprisingly), it reminds me of a story.

The worst part of this story is that I had to hear it second hand. I wasn't even there to see it.

Time warp yourself back about 12 years to somewhere near Arbutus, Maryland. Scratch that, I don't know why in the hell you would do that, just listen to the story instead.

I was in college and living in an apartment on campus. Luckily for everyone who didn't live with us, it was on the first floor. As I recall, we requested an apartment on the first floor just so that we wouldn't get into as much trouble. The logic goes that by living on the first floor there is only one apartment above and none below therefore only four people to piss off instead of eight. It would have worked great if the apartment above hadn't housed the building's RA (resident assistant) but that is another story.

I was brushing my teeth one morning when my roommate came out of his room and told me to be careful and keep an eye out for broken glass.

"Why what happened?"

"Oh, uh...we blew up a soda bottle last night."

Spit. "What?"

"Mountain Dew, the glass will be green, maybe put on your slippers."

"Slippers? How long have you known me? Have you ever seen me in slippers? Are you still drunk?" Which was a valid question because I can never tell with this guy. To this day I sometimes don't know, even if I'm mixing the drinks. The guy never slurs, and never stumbles. Sometimes he gets a little red. Occasionally, he'll puke. That's it. So it was a valid question at 10AM on Saturday.

"No."

"What do you mean 'blew up'?"

"Oh, we put some of that lye in a bottle and mixed it with a little water--"

"Lye? But, why?" Side Note: I can rhyme, anytime.

"I don't know, t was pretty late. It was just a little, to see what would happen. But, we screwed the cap on. I was swirling it around and after about 10 seconds Curt looked up and said 'You better get rid of that thing' and luckily my bedroom window was open so I tossed it out."

"And it blew up?"

"Oh yeah, glass came back in the window and was all over my bed and floor and even there in the hall. It's still all over the place in here, I just swept off the bed enough to sleep. You should see the grass outside."

I went into his room, looked out his window and sure enough there was a circle of burnt grass about foot in diameter just outside his window.

That grass didn't grow back the next year either, sad.

Sharky

P.S. Don't try this at home. You never know, these days you might end up in Gitmo before you even sober up.

Photos:
Fresh- ouch, that's not cool
Still Fresh- uugh
mmm...green stuff- pus is your friend
Slowly- Coming along
See this?- it still freakin hurts
Healing- can you tell?
Still Healing- ...sigh, still healing
Less Black- more green
Much better- red is better than black or green
Getting there- still red
Back to - normal? Not quite, but waaaay better