I noticed a week ago when I was washing dishes that my right hand could not hold a grip...it came and went through out that day. I thought it was in my head and pushed it out of my mind. It was wishful thinking… the reality of my right hand loosing its gripping motion became a reality in the worse way.
I was curling my hair Monday night because I had an early morning doctor’s appointment. I was wearing one of my thin nightgowns with a plunging neckline and spaghetti straps. Yes, I believe in going to bed looking and feeling sexy. Looking and feeling sexy went out the window when I lost my grip on the curling irons, I could not move fast enough; the hot irons hit me on my chest near my right under arm.
I immediately felt the pain and burning, I did not see a mark by the time I went to bed so I thought I had escaped being burnt. It was a job to finish curling my hair, but to keep from being hit with the curling irons incase I lost my grip again, I put on a robe to cover my expose skin. I woke up the next morning and saw that I was SCARRED; I went to my scheduled doctor appointment. I had to reveal that I lost my gripping motion AGAIN and I showed her my scar, she revealed to me that my scar was a second-degree burn. I also got that pitiful look from her; I hate that look. To me that look is telling you sh*t is changing for you.
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