I burned my hand. Badly. Well, not badly badly...the burn on my ego is probably worse. How did I do this you may ask? Lest you think I rescued a kitten from a burning barn, the tale is filled with absent-mindedness, idiocy with a thick coat of shame.
I had just baked some cheese bread and took it out of the oven with my right hand (which was protected by an oven mit - safety first.). I slid the cheese bread onto another baking sheet to cool, but it slid just a bit off the sheet to the counter. "Not a problem", I say to myself, "I'll just use my mitted hand to slide it back on the sheet". Without thinking, I simply transferred the lava-hot metal baking sheet to my unprotected, un-mitted left hand.
Screams followed, the pan slammed on the floor and I raced to the sink and doused my hand in icy water. I didn't cry...but man, I really wanted to. It hurt SO bad. I called Cody at the station and he told me a few things I could try to help ease the pain, but basically I would have to grin and bear it. And really quick, what is that all about? 'Grin and bear it'? Smile through the horrific pain? Whatever, 'swear and bear it' is more like it. Moving on...
Luckily my dearest friend Mindi came to the rescue! Medical kit in hand! Hurrah for having paramedic friends. She coated the burns (which were on the tips of my fingers, a big one on my index finger and a blistering one between by thumb and index finger) with burn gel and wrapped my hand. I kept an ice packet on it until I fell asleep and was able to unwrap my mummy hand this morning. My fingertips looks completely fine, no pain there. The big burn on my index finger is a little tender and the other burn still has a few blisters, but not bad. I got second-degree burns, but lets be honest - it could have been so much worse. It might scar, and if someone asks how I got it? "Oh, the craziest thing, I saw smoke coming from a barn..."