My education resulted in a fist sized piece of my skin straight up falling off, and a Chinglish conversation with a pharmacist who hauled her son out from a back room to demonstrate that he too had recently fallen victim to an exhaust pipe burn. We bonded over our war wounds and he handed me out the door with a dubiously peanut-smelling burn cream. Ah China.
Below is the requested picture- I'll put it a long way down so don't scroll if you don't want to see it!
Pictured: It certainly give the mosquito bites a run for their money.

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