Once at the hospital, the staff whisked me to a private room with an adjoining bath. I didn’t know this at the time, but I’d sneaked a peek into my chart when no one was around and read of my treatment.
They drew blood and replaced the electrolytes I’d lost with IV fluids. They inserted a catheter into my penis and inflated the tiny balloon that would keep it in my urethra. With that done, they hustled me into the bathroom. While an aide kept me upright as the cold spray poured down on me, another aide stood outside the cubical holding both the IV bottle and the drain bottle for the urinary catheter. After they got me into bed, nurses smeared aloe vera over my burns, using a topical cream with anesthetic properties for the worst of them.
I had to admit they did take good care of me, and by the next day, while I was still in pain, I had regained consciousness.