I bought a new fridge, and after having it plugged in for a little more than half an hour I wanted to know if it was working. So I touched the little ice cube shelf... and couldn't take my hand OFF the fucking thing. Luckily my roommate was here and I got her to dump water over my hand until I could remove my hand from my fridge (about 45 seconds). It was a lovely shade of yellowy white and frozen solid. The pain? Quite excruciating, the second worst pain I've ever had. Imagine being unable to remove your hand from a hot stove for a minute, that's what it felt like. Then the circulation started coming back and I was treated to the worst pain I've ever experienced. After thawing my hand out for an hour, the skin hadn't turned black, so I did not go to the emergency room. The pain was so horrible I couldn't sleep that night.
Over the next week, large blisters and burns came-up on my hand. I had second-degree frostbite. Tuesday my doctor decided that the best course of action would be to cut off my burns. The skin was all dead, so it didn't really hurt. Seeing the bubbly red flesh which lies beneath my skin be revealed snip by snip got me a ticket on the train to Vomit Town. I have no epidermis.
I can't use my hand very well, but the skin should grow back without the need of any grafts.
The moral? Stay the fuck away from your fridge, it's just biding it's time until it can feast on your sweet flesh. Also, Fridgidare can fuck off.
Here's a picture. Be glad my camera can't take close-ups for shit.