Wassup LiyiaTribe!!!!!! Thank you for tuning in at Under the Layers. Today is December 10, 2020, and today I have another storytime for you guys, now I don’t know if it will beat the first one I posted on here, but it might come very close. I will leave it up to you guys on which one on better. This is the story of how I almost burned my handoff. WARNING **THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC PHOTOS**. If you want just a little more insight into my life, feel free to check out my homepage where you can see brief segments about present-day Caliyia. Remember that throughout each week you will also still learn more about me since I am still learning about myself. Without further ado, let us get into this very interesting and funny story. When I was in tenth grade two years ago, I loved ramen noodles like those were my shit, so one day when I got home from school I decided to just regularly make myself some. I was home with my mom who was cleaning, my dad was at work, and my brother was out playing basketball with my boyfriend at the time. I begin preparing the things that I needed to make my lil meal, aka just the noodles, water, and a microwave. Any whose I put that microwave on for five minutes because I am not an animal; I want my noodles to be hot. As I am waiting for the microwave to go off indicating that my food is done, I am on my phone texting my best friend at the time Briana. The timer goes off…….and I reach to go and pick them up…… I begin bringing them to the sink to drain all the water out. I receive a text message and as a reflex, I turn over and all of the burning water pours on my hand. Now a normal person would ask, “Caliyia why didn’t you just drop the noodles on the floor with the piping hot water touched your hand?” Well, at the time, I was a fat bitch and I was hungry SO NOTHING AND I MEAN NOTHING WAS GONNA COME BETWEEN ME AND THIS FOOD! Therefore, I just rush to the other side of the counter while the water is still streaming down my hand (BIG MISTAKE!). I feel my hand begin to throb once I put the noodles down and feel a rush of heat shot to my hand. I run upstairs to my mom and start yelling. My mom being the black mother she is simply says, “Your fine just put some cool water on it”. This girl fr thought it was not serious, I’m like okay sure, maybe if she is not panicking it is not that big of a deal (WRONG). I bolt my little ass downstairs because my hand feels like it is on damn fire! As I was bolting downstairs my brother and boyfriend walk through the front door and I just shoot right past them. Nevertheless, I did not listen to what my mom told me to do; instead, I just stick my hand in the damn freezer because I thought putting my hand over cold water would make it more irritated and make it worse. So as I am doing that dumb shit my boyfriend eventually notices that something is wrong with me. I tell him what happened and he looks up what I should do. What did it say you might ask? TO PUT MY DAMN HAND OVER COLD WATER IN FIVE MINUTE INTERVALS! I still was not going for it but he made me do it anyway. As this is happening and I am throwing a terrible tantrum because of it, I decided to call all my friends individually and let them know what happened. (ABOUT A HOUR LATER) I have an ice pack on my hand as my mom comes downstairs and ask to look at it, my hand was getting worse and never cooled down, so she goes to get just some regular ointment and put it on my hand. It begins to burn more so now I start crying and that is when everyone gets concerned because I do not have the best pain tolerance but I was crying as if I lost my best friend. The next day I have school and my arm is bandaged up, while everyone is asking what’s wrong my teacher pulls me to the side and say this stupid shit right here: “Well I have a degree in DOCTORING so I believe it would be best to take the bandage off and let it breathe.” Bro when I tell you this was the absolute dumbest thing I had ever heard, not only because my hand began blistering overnight and water was filled in it, but because if I accidentally pop the blister it would then be considered an opened wound and become infected. LORD, I just said “Ok thank you” and moved on with my day because after school I was going to the doctor. At the end of the day, I got into my mom’s car and we went to the doctor. They said that I SHOULDN’T HAVE KEPT IT UNCOVERED OR ELSE IT WOULDVE GOTTEN INFECTED!! Besides, they prescribed me some ointment to heal the skin back to normal and bandaged me back up. After that, I was fine and it began to start healing back to normal. The moral of the story is kids please do not be an asshole like I was and just DROP THE DAMN NOODLES! That is all I have for today sweets! Make sure to keep reading. DON’T GIVE UP ON ME!!!!
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This is what my hand looked like after two days, and before I went to the doctor.
Overall my hand ended up healing fine I do not even have a scar, the area is still sensitive to hot water or even cold water but that is about it.
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