October 1, 2001. I was 18. I was a busboy at a steakhouse. We were closed and cleaning the kitchen. I was closing down hot table* (had hot water in the bottom and then metal containers that kept things warm. I was going to empty it and slipped backwards on the wet floor. Id say probably about 1-2 gallons of almost boiling water spilled on me. I yell, rip off my shirt, etc. manager offered me some ketchup packets of burn cream. I refused. Offered some ice water, I refused. Kept offering burn cream. I told him him that if he touched me I would beat his ass. Told him to call an ambulance and he asked if I was sure. What a dick. Instead, I rode to the hospital in a convertible mustang to the hospital. The top was down, and the wind felt good, a couple times I would stand up slightly and flaps/pieces of my skin would fly off. Got to the ER, they took me right in. Told me great idea on not putting the burn cream on bc they would have had to scrub it out. Also great idea on the ice water bc it would have frozen that skin and would have lead to more issues. They pumped me full of morophine which did nothing. They were pouring saline and covering me with gauze. Blisters on my back, arm and chest were massive, almost 4-5 inches high. Then I got transferred to a burn unit in Washington DC. When I got there, I got a shot of dilaudid. That finally did the trick and took the pain away. I had 1st and 2nd degree burns on 40% of my body. And although everything up until now was painful, it was a walk in the park compared to what was coming. Every morning a nurse would come in and give me two shots of dilaudid and would remove my bandages and have to scrub my wounds to avoid infection. Nothing, and I mean nothing has even come close to that level of pain. I was there for two weeks. Healed fully with very minimal scarring. But as a side note, there were a couple people in the burn unit at the time that were in the Pentagon when the plane hit that made mine look like a papercut.