PDF We’re two days away from our move and in an effort to feed my family something nourishing before we switch to the 48 hour fast food haul, I made home made soup and a tossed salad for dinner last night. As I was ladling the soup into the bowl, I spilled some of the boiling hot soup on my hand. As I watched the piece of celery seemingly solder itself onto my skin, my brain struggled to keep up with what was going on. I just sort of stared at it. I had a bowl in one hand and the ladle in the other and as the pain started to register, I struggled with the decision of what to do with everything. Apparently, I put the bowl and ladle down on the counter and ran to the sink to run cool water over the burn.
This all happened in a matter of, maybe, three seconds. And in retrospect, I spilled a drop on my foot as I was juggling – because I have a vague recollection of a searing pain on my foot and the evidence of a small, red spot.
As I stood at the sink, sobbing while the water ran over the burn, I couldn’t help but think about how the hell I was going to manage the rest of this move with one burnt hand. That made me cry harder (I’m a cry-baby, deal with it). The pain started to subside and I watched as the burn started to turn into a blister. The blister grew and changed all evening and today it looks like this:
It doesn’t hurt anymore, unless something touches it, but you’d be really surprised how many things I do that rely on that part of my hand. It took me about 20 minutes to put my hair in a pony tail.
Moving day is Thursday and I’m really grateful that all the breakables are already packed and that Jim’s home to help me tape up boxes and that the kids are old enough to really help out with everything.
The worst part is remembering the stupidity that caused this. The ladle was bigger than the bowl and as I was transferring the soup, that little voice told me that the bowl was full enough. Did I listen? Nope. Now I’m packing for a move with one hand. Brilliant Christine.
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Is that a chickenpox that you have in there? just kidding. I know how bad it hurts. Having burns is not actually not a pleasant experience. Mine was when I accidentally put my index finger in boiling oil… awwwww. It really hurts and painful.
That hurts to even look at. Isn’t it weird how time can seem to stop in situations like that?
Yowza. That hurts to even look at. Isn’t it weird how time can seem to stop in situations like that?
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A LONG time ago I was working with my mom in her cafe and we were making cakes and pouring on glaze. For some reason I still can’t explain when some of it went off the cake on onto the cabinet I scooped it up with my fingers…I slept that night with my hand in ice water the pain was SO BAD.
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I am IN LOVE with your template. And I’m sorry about your burn. Looks awful. I peeled off half my thumbnail last night, so we can be sisters in nasty pain. Got to add you to my blogroll.
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