Okay, so to start, sketigal comes from me being a gal that loves my spahgetti (sketi). There you go Ainsley haha
I was with the boys today hanging out with them, like I do. We were just being stupid, and one guy was setting stuff on fire. It was pretty hilarious actually. Crappy phone quality, but here you go:
So, before or after that, I don't remember, there was a little dancing to Thriller going on. Which I recorded too :)
Then came the ice. Forrest said, "Hey guys, who wants to try salt and ice?" I said, "Wait, doesn't that hurt?" So he tried it on Michael to show me that it's okay. And Michael said, "Oh, that's not bad at all." All pain was gone in five minutes. No remnants of the act were left. Even when we took a picture it was hard to tell anything even happened.
I almost swore, but mostly because it went from 0-60 in no time at all. It was a bit painful, but Michael had been right. It doesn't get worse after it hits the painful stage. So then Forrest said, "Lemme try something." I didn't realize he was even doing anything different. I just sat there, la la la, and then he pulled the ice off. I had a freaking crater in the palm of my hand. Well, I'm not going to lie. It was pretty awesome looking right then. Then I went and washed off the salt, just like Michael did. I still had a frozen chunk of skin on my hand. But it was cool! And it didn't really hurt. Well....fast forward 10 hours. It still hurts. A lot. So I took a picture of my stupidity. The blue is the medicated aloe we put on it.
Fast forward another 10 hours. Oh my gosh, what have I done?! It's still all red, still very painful, still the dumbest thing I've ever done in my life. I've read, now, that I've given myself frostbite and it could take up to 3 months for the scar to diminish. I'm not sure about the pain, but I'd be okay chopping my hand off right now. And I friggin can't text well because my phone sits right on top of the pain. But I can type because my hand just lays flat for this.