And may the odds be ever in your favor…or not

13

That was the number of months of how old I was when I suffered a burn accident.

3

That is the degree of burns I got when I accidentally fell into a puddle of spilt boiling soup on the floor. *

*Third-degree burns are the most severe. They cause the most damage, extending through every layer of skin.There is a misconception that third-degree burns are the most painful. However, with this type of burn, the damage is so extensive that there may not be any pain because of nerve damage.

25

That is the critical percentage of TBSA (total body surface area) in case of a 1 yr old infant. Burns above this number are considered severe injuries.
In 1985, in an Eastern-European hospital behind the iron curtain, this was considered the line between life and death.

28,5

This was my number for the TBSA burnt. Do the math.

32

This will be the number of candles on my birthday cake this Sunday.

 

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Make a wish

It’s 1 week til my birthday. Wohoo! Or rather wohoo not. I used to be really fond of birthdays, always waiting with overflooding excitement. Not because of the presents. Well, not only because of the presents.

The one particular moment I was looking for all year was my mum bringing out the homemade cake from the kitchen, twinkling candles on top.  Now you must think i’m a pyro. I can assure you, I’m not.

I was waiting for blowing the candles so I can make a wish. I was holding on to that wish for a year, carefully planning every word of it. And it never came true.

But I did not give up. Year after year, I blew the candles and made the same wish, with eyes shut and fingers crossed behind my back. Year after year, my heart was fulfilled with hope and desperation. And year after year a little more hope disappeared and gave the place to a little more sorrow.

On Sunday, I’m turning 32. And I’m gonna make one last wish.

What was my wish? Simple: please let me be happy.