When I was in high school, I was ironing (it was a THING, back then) I burnt my arm.

My mum gave me something to put on it, a yellow sort of stuff.

But still my burn got worse.

I put some more on, and more, and more.

By this time the burn was huge.

I went to bed in tears.

During the night, Mum tapped on my door. She had given me heat treatment instead...same colour, different action.

I Feel your pain.