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Earlier this week, I got to experience what it feels like to have your flesh start to melt off your bones. I was accidentally exposed to a toxic agent that quickly attacked the flesh of my palms, but I was quick-thinking enough to realize what was happening and nuetralize it before any lasting damage could be done.
Okay. What REALLY happened is that I was killing some mildew in my bathroom with a diluted bleach solution, but I made 2 mistakes. One: I didn't dilute the bleach enough. Two: I forgot to wear gloves. I realize the first mistake when the mildew curls up and dies and the grout turns snow white before my eyes. I realize the second mistake when I go to rinse off the excess liquid and find that the texture of my hands is... waxy. I freak out while frantically scrubbing my hands with soap and water (lots and LOTS of water), but no lasting damage. Still an unnerving sensation, tho.
Okay. What REALLY happened is that I was killing some mildew in my bathroom with a diluted bleach solution, but I made 2 mistakes. One: I didn't dilute the bleach enough. Two: I forgot to wear gloves. I realize the first mistake when the mildew curls up and dies and the grout turns snow white before my eyes. I realize the second mistake when I go to rinse off the excess liquid and find that the texture of my hands is... waxy. I freak out while frantically scrubbing my hands with soap and water (lots and LOTS of water), but no lasting damage. Still an unnerving sensation, tho.
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