The Hole in my Arm

I remember that I was walking home and feeling a slight stinging sensation on the inside of my right arm. When I lifted my arm to have a look at it, I think my immediate reaction was something like "Awww crap" *sigh*. At that point I think it was too dark or I was too drunk notice that there was a significant section of skin missing from my arm - the fatty tissue and nerve endings of my inner arm exposed.

I remember having to peel the sleeve of my shirt away from the wound and the way that it stuck to my skin, glued with drying blood. When I walked through the door of my flat, I could hear loud talking from Wayne and a few friends that he had over for drinks. When I came into view they were all suddenly silent. The one photo I'm missing in this set is a snapshot of my arm before it had been cleaned. I regret it deeply. It must have been impressive.

Wayne got my to shower the wound clean but I couldn't bring myself to do much more that run water over it. Seeing the hole in my arm with the insides poking out may have prevented me from rubbing my arm clean. Wayne bandaged me up like the good little boyfriend he is and then I passed out and waited for morning.

When I got up I must have been drunk because I was quite excited. One of the first things I did was take photos of my new aquisition. I was stumbling around and talking about how I had to go to a doctor. There was a small Accident & Emergency clinic just down the road that Erica drove me to. By the time I arrived I was not so happy. The drunkeness was being replaced with a sick hangover and the pain in my arm was sharpening very quickly.

Special treatment for the guy with his arm covered in blood! If you're having heart problems or bleeding (that was me) you get to jump ahead of the queue. The first doctor I saw proded around painfully in my hole and I was relieved when the nurse finally came to put me back together. She smeared the most amazing cold white cream across my arm and bandaged it up in a sock-like thing. I spent the next two months driving myself to and from the A & E for free changes of bandage.

I definitely got my tax-payers money worth with all the gunk and bandages they wrapped me in over the months.

Waking up in the morning with a crude Wayne-made bandage on my arm.


After unrwapping the bandage. Apparently scraping and grazing a large chunk of skin off your arm is more painful than a deep stab wound. I wouldn't know.


Full size photo of my hole.


The nurse would always go away for a while after unwrapping the dressing. I'd use these moments to document the process of my arm getting grosser.


Sloppy and grey looking... That cream feels so good when it goes on but looks disgusting a day later


The yellow on my arms is from the tight sock-like thing they wrapped my arm in.


Like a waffle.


People have described this as looking like pizza. I think it looks more like mucus and exposed flesh.


Fried eggs maybe?


The juices are flowing.


The hole in my arm.

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