| Tuesday, January 29, 2002 |
 | After a week, the stuff on my fingers where my skin used to be is looking pretty much like skin, which I figure is a positive sign. Chitinous red skin, which cracks when I make a fist, but the blood that trickles out is healthy and red, not the nasty whitish serum of previous days. In general, I'm feeling in pretty good shape. Sort of wish it would stop hurting, but no system of living is entirely without fault, eh. nihil ab omne parte beatum est, or words to that effect.
On reflection, it might have been wise to have had it looked at before now, but there hardly seems to be much point at this stage. Besides, they're pretty small as burns go. Just annoying.
And if I hadn't done it I would never have learned a) that Acriflex, the soothing cream for burns that looks, smells and feels unusually like Narwhal jism, shares a name with a DIY sealant - with hilarious consequences.
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