About 4 years ago, it was late August, I went into work early for a sunday night start-up. Me and another supervisor. And so we went on our rounds making sure everything was ready for all the people to come in. This is when I noticed that one of our Industrial Dryers was unplugged, so I plugged it in. At that point I was SEVERELY electrocuted. 480 volts to be exact. After I got done jumping and screaming I noticed that I was BADLY burnt. Both arms, from the finger tips to the top of my biceps were black with alot of fleash hanging off them. Suprisingly it took about 5 minutes for the pain to set in, in the meantime the other supervisor called an ambulance.
Once I reached the hospital, the doctors there told me they could do nothing for me there cause I was too badly burnt, and I had to be life flighted to Cleveland Metro. About a half hour later I am in the burn unit at Metro when they tell me both arms are 3rd degree burnt. ( 3rd degree means you are burnt ALL THE WAY TO THE BONE). After pumping me full of ALOT of morphine, I was taken to a room where 2 nurses stripped me naked and bathed me ( that was nice 
. But after the bath they started ripping off all of the skin on my arms, and what they could’nt rip off they cut off. Essentially they peeled me to the last layer of skin that I had. While I am getting peeled, A sugeon comes in and tell me I might have to go into surgery. "WHY" I ask. She says that if my muscles are burnt beyond the point of repair, she will have to remove them!!!!!!!. Needless to say, I just skimmed out of that one ( WHEW!!!). Now the next morning, when they removed my bandages to clean the wounds I looked like Freddy Krueger on a bad day. They told me not to worry, because when I am completely healed I would barely notice the scars. Of course I thought they were lying to me. But they turned out to be right.
Now for the next month, my wife drove me an hour one way, every day to get me wounds cleaned and dressed at the burn unit. After the first month they taught her how to do it. and she cleaned and dressed my wounds for the following 3 months.
Now during all this, my wife not only cleaned and dressed my burns. But she had to clothe me, bath me, put my shoes on, help me in and out of the car and aim my winkie when I had to go pee. And yes I went through the pain of wiping my own butt, cause I would’nt put her through that.
And she did all this for 4 months and not once, NOT ONCE, did she complain or make me feel helpless.
Now by the time Christmas rolled around, I had the last of my bandages off. And my best Christmas present that year was being able to truly hug my wife for what she done. And it did’nt even hurt.
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