True to the title, this literally happened 10 minutes ago.
Some backstory; I have an outing planned for tomorrow with some of my friends. It’s very informal, maybe getting some lunch before we go thrifting for cute outfits for an upcoming event, but it’s very rare for me to go out and do things for myself between my busy schedule as a parent and my general social anxiety. I was very much looking forward to this outing, and I decided to do a little TLC to get ready for tomorrow. Hair curlers, shaving, and then maybe even face masks if I had time.
Well, after I got the curlers in, I remembered I had recently purchased a can something called “Magic Shaving Powder”, a powder that when you mix with water, works similar to Nair. I remember using it all the time back in 2020, had zero issues, worked beautifully, and the only reason I stopped using it was simply I found myself not needing to shave enough to justify getting more. But I wanted to try using it again.
Well, my memory isn’t the best, so I don’t remember whether I would use this on my face or not, but this stuff was literally intended for mens beards, so I figured thered be no harm. I started slathering this stuff all over me. I had gotten my face and one of my legs done before I finally had the thought, “Oh yeah, I use to wear gloves while doing this” before I felt the searing pain of the chemicals eating away at a particularly dry patch of skin on my finger.
I didn’t waste time in rinsing off my hands, but then my face also started burning. So I quickly rinsed the off too. I found myself with one hairy leg, one slightly dissolved finger, and an angry red face. Thankfully my leg wasn’t hurt, so I figured I might as well commit, and slathered up my other leg with a makeshift spatula I made from a disposable cup.
At this point, my face and finger was seriously hurting, so I started looking for antibiotic cream or literally anything that could help me. No luck on my side of the house, which meant I needed to venture to my mother’s side of the house. At midnight. With one leg covered in white cream. Wearing hair curlers. Did I forget to mention I was also ass- naked? But I was desperate for relief.
So off I trecked. Hair curlers in, pussy out. Across a pitch dark house at midnight. I blindly manage to get to the guest bathroom. Theres no cream. Why the hell don’t we have any cream?! A question for tomorrow. I take a bandaid and make my walk of shame back to my side. But God decided to give me one last final fuck you as I stubbed my toe on a large box in the middle of my path, which caused me to slam my shoulder into the Very Large bookcase my mother has filled with Very Breakable family photos and knick-knacks. I hear a lot of things tumbling, but luckily nothing falling or breaking. I know my mother has also heard. I quickly escape before I’m discovered.
My face still hurts but the bandaid seems to be helping my finger. I have since put on clothes. I wish I hadnt quit smoking because I could really use a cigarette right about now. I know I have some explaining to do in the morning.
TL;DR: I applied a hair removal product without gloves and gave myself chemical burns on my finger and face. I also tripped and fell into a bookcase on my way back from getting first aid.