Find a stable posture or simply pause right where you are,
Taking a moment to land in.
The present.
Look,
Nobody hands out trophies for spontaneously turning your dermis into a crispy little martyr.
But here we are.
Your body is trying so hard to protect you.
Even if its method of choice is throwing a microscopic toddler tantrum.
Take us slow.
Deliberate breath in.
And as you exhale.
Acknowledge the absolute absurdity of your nervous system.
Launching an inflammatory response this frankly?
Doing way more damage than the actual heat ever did.
Bring your conscious awareness.
Directly to the site of the injury.
Observing the sensation without feeding the theatrical panic.
Notice the heat,
The throbbing and the sheer enthusiasm.
With which your immune system has turned a minor disaster.
Into a localised state of emergency.
Pull your focus out of this exact second right now.
If you do absolutely nothing.
This only graduates from uncomfortable too.
Congratulations,
You've earned a blister the size of a 50 cent pea.
Project your awareness two hours forward and consciously choose.
A trajectory.
Where you'd rather not look like a melted candle.
Engage in a deliberate dialogue with your physical form.
Blending radical compassion with unyielding.
Peak clarity.
Mentally breathe down past.
All the dramatic screaming your nerve endings are doing.
And speak directly to yourselves with absolute love and profound empathy.
Thank you for letting me know.
I received the message.
You did your job.
You let me know you've been burnt and I appreciate you tried to protect me.
But you can stop the inflammation now.
You can stop right here,
Right now.
And focus entirely on cooling down.
And finding comfort.
Take a deep,
Cooling breath in.
Let out a long sigh.
As every single layer of your skin gets the memo.
That the alarm has been heard loud and clear.
The siren can finally be turned off.
And it is safe to rest.
In a deep,
Cool state of release.
Separate the actual physics of the burn.
From the absolute theatre your brain is making out of it.
Consciously observe that ridiculous,
Melodramatic panic without feeding it.
Unplug the emotional alarm system from the wall of your awareness.
Experience the raw physical sensation as something completely separate.
Distant and hotly chilly.
Like a block of glacial ice.
Sitting on someone else's arm.
While your mind calmly anchors.
A day play.
Sarcastic sense of absolute unbothered mastery.
Bring your awareness fully back to the present moment.
Completely comfortable.
Thoroughly unimpressed by how dramatic your skin tried to be.
And completely safe.
Acknowledge that you did exceptionally well.
By listening to your body,
Thanking it for the warning.
And then masterfully directing it to chill.
Allow yourself to a quiet,
Deeply smug sense of internal poise.
Knowing that you are entirely too resilient.
To let a little rogue thermal energy ruin your day.
Open your eyes.
Take a final refreshing breath.
I'm real high.
You are completely comfortable in your space.
If you haven't already done so,
Like a sensible adult.
You'll now go and seek professional medical assistance and take your medication precisely.
As prescribed by your doctor.
Because as fun as mindful self-mastery is.
Your GP didn't spend a decade in medical school.
Just for you to heal via sheer sarcastic willpower.
Welcome back.
