My hands felt just like two balloons...

Right now, as I type, I am a lobster. My left hand, due to the lightning strike of freak injury, has been mangled to the point where it resembles the half eaten burrito that's been sitting in my fridge for 4 months. My ring finger looks like a rotten sausage link oozing out of a giant pizza pocket. My skin is tie dyed. The most insufferable thing about the whole rotten affair is that this occured during the one, BRIEF moment of the day that I was sober. Well, my friends, believe me when I say that I will never try THAT again. Now there's a good chance that I should go to the hospital.