... Burns.
Burns are, by nature, painful. That is why reasonable people take steps to avoid them. I am, ordinarily, such a reasonable person. But not today.
This evening, while my husband sulked in the playroom (which was my fault for speaking meanly to him, BTW, and had nothing to do with him being a thin-skinned lazy ass) watching the kids cavort;while mother naively twiddled her thumbs and came to share the miniscule news of the day; while Big and Busy reached Olympic heights of auditory assault; while I was holding it all together and making a kick-ass Non-Cream-of-X-Soup-Casserole using leftover pork chops, frozen peas, and the wondrous Tastefully Simple Monterey Cheese Sauce ...
... I picked up the saute pan, fresh out of the 425degF oven, with my non-gloved hand. Do you think it bears mentioning that it was FUCKING HOT?!!
After the immediate shock wore off we did the usual hemming and hawing over whether it warranted a trip to the ER. Let me tell you how glad I am that the Ask-a-Nurse didn't think it was. Our home lab recently changed to Aetna's new "cost saver" plan offered through GIH's compnay. Yeah, we see a little more in each paycheck, but after both girls' annual ped visits with beaucoup vaccinations AND last month's ER trip for Big AND me being a damfool and going for three months of the Nuvaring ... our FSA is nearly wiped out. And it's not even March.
Back to the point. No hospital trip for CMG. (That's supposed to be me; did I get those initials right?) Just an evening of my hand wrapped in a damp towel and the GIH cursing me for keeping that saute pan around, b/c you know everyone has burned themselves on it but himself. That's almost a direct quote. It was almost endearing, the way he went out of his way to be angry at Calphalon rather than at me. We've decided to sue them for millions of dollars for inadequate labeling.
Onthe plus side, I'm told that Big said a nice prayer for Mommy's hand at bedtime. And all these years of motherhood have enabled me to attempt, even accomplish, far more with my left hand than I ever would have dreamed of as a nulliparous woman. I should get a gold medal just for tonight's stellarly sinister teeth-brushing. But Holy Hell ... my right hand hurts!
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OUCH! That hurts my hand just reading about it.
I'm still in pain thinking about this.
Well, the good news is that today (Day 5) it doesn't hurt at all. Was feeling mostly better by the end of Day 2.
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