Unintended Harm

Unintended Harm

I don’t have any tattoos. I always intended to and I think there’s still time, but while I don’t have tattoos, it would appear I am into scarification in a purely accidental way.

I recently briefly lent my arm on an oven tray. I noticed it quickly because it’s my ‘good’ arm and it was on the soft inside of that part of my arm, so for the rest of the night anything I did with my right hand, that part of my arm brushed up against something tortured.

I managed to get some cream a huge bandaid on it by myself. The bandaid stayed on my arm all night, but the arm not fully protected.

Wounds on my good arm are not easy to dress myself. Not impossible, but definitely a challenge.

A few days later I was at my regular chemist where the staff recognise me. I showed her my large bandaid covered arm and I made my little joke “I don’t have tattoos, but it would seem I’m into Scarification” it took her a moment, but she got it.

I was a little self-conscious of people seeing the bandaid and thinking I’d attempted self-harm.  I would have to puk that.

I’m actually right-handed, so sorry I would harm my left arm. I couldn’t do this to my right arm. Right?

And for a while, I wouldn’t even feel it on my left arm. This got rather muck, didn’t it? A long way to show off my non-battle scars.