In the last week Cruel Wife has allowed me to spend saved money. A HiDef monitor, a 1 TB hard drive, a Canon EOS Rebel T1i camera, and soon… very soon… Photoshop CS5 Extended. Oh the things I’ll be able to do.
That is, when I stop injuring myself. Last night I steamed my right thumb with steam escaping a plastic covered bowl of nuked green beans.
Tonight I picked up a half-full pot that had been on the stove. The handle was very hot where it stuck into the vents for the oven down below. When I went to go get it I did so w/o mitts. Pinky, ring, and middlefinger all smart like the beejezus and match my right thumb. These were worse – contact burns down to the second knuckle. Mmmm-hmmmmm.
Thank God for WaterGel™, is all I have to say.
They’re out to get you, LK! And…they’re everywhere.
*looks furtively to the left and right*
Even I might be one, and not even know it.
If only They weren’t so frickin’ pervasive.
That “Oh damn I’m burned” feeling went away around 3am last night. Today it is sore to type with those tender little office-pink fingers but it could be worse.
You might really be one of Them? Or are you with those They folks? I’m distressed that you don’t even know if you are in one of those shadow organizations, much less which one.
Dude, you really need to be more careful!
Congrats on the new toys though.
I NEVER burn myself and then two nights in a row.
It’s enough to make you shudder at survivors of real burns over large percentages of the body. And these were minor.
A friend of mine back in high school had some idiot wave an acetylene torch around and nailed his ear – instant crispy-char – damn that must’ve hurt badly.
As a volunteer at the ISR (Burn Unit) at BAMC, and married to a pathologist, I can say this:
Suck. It. Up. 😉
Good lord, you are a danger to yourself. Tell CW to lock you up for your own good!!
No, you are absolutely 100% right! I agree, I’m being an absolute pussy. I’m pathetic.
But the important point I was making was JEEZ the absolute agony some people must endure. I was caught in a machine for over an hour with compound fractures, and serious burns are like a gazillion times worse… GEEZ.
There was an upside to it though – for a while it was enough to take my mind off my neck. 🙂
How do you volunteer at a burn clinic? Do you go around and just try to make a patient’s day brighter or lend an ear, or what? I imagine it is hard to see someone hurting like that.
It is hard, LK. Mostly I read to some, help one with Christmas shopping for his wife, which was awesome, btw, and for the most part, act as a go-fer. I won’t even gloss over what it does to me. But the soldiers are unbelievably magnificient. They don’t recognize pity, and try to get on with life as best they can. The only reason I get to go volunteer is that I managed to “use” Hubby as a way in 😉
Well, please keep it up. It’s the little things that can mean the most when you are pushed up against the rails like some of these folks are.
Because the notion of honor is tightly bound up in all of this, I’m going to stand on a soapbox briefly…
You’re hitting just one of the many reasons why I can’t stand the NY Times and Time Magazine and organizations like them – they engage in practices at the very least disrespect our soldiers and at worst put them in danger (think WikiLeaks). Our soldiers deserve better than those who engage in fifth column behavior.
Feel free to stand on that soapbox at my place any time you please, LK.
I simply can’t believe people that won’t give even minimal respect to the men & women who place their lives between us and a bunch of rough strangers intent on doing us harm…