Betadine

Anything made with Betadine - that ointment you put on wounds, feminine wash - reminds me of a horrible accident in 3rd year high school. Until now I don't like talking about it because it was so traumatic. Long story short, a beaker of sulphuric acid exploded during an experiment in Chemistry Lab. I had 2nd- and 3rd-degree burns all over my right hand and even my best friend sustained wounds on her leg. It was awful. I still feel responsible for it even though our teacher and principal assured me it was an accident. Anyway, the doctor had me clean it wish Betadine wash for months. It was extremely disgusting - I had to lightly scrub my raw skin every night with metallic scented brown liquid. Sometimes bits of skin and scabs would slough off. It still gives me the heebie-jeebies to think about it now. And when I look at my scars, I can remember the searing heat. NOT a memory I like to revisit.