I haz a Woond!

[desperance]

Ouchie. I spent the second half of last night's dinner party with my hand in a jug of cold water. Which kept heating up, faster than physics should allow; if I hadn't kept changing it for fresh, I think it would've ended up steaming.

See, what I did, first I forgot to serve the pork scratchings with the broccoli dish. Remembered them just as I was clearing plates. Went to get them out of the oven, putting on my heatproof gauntlet which I love. Took the dish out of the oven, put it on the counter, closed the oven, picked the dish up.

With, um, the other hand.

I have burned the thumb and two fingers, more badly than I can remember burning myself since I was a teenager. It stayed actively hot for hours. It's okay this morning, except that the skin feels like it has a layer of wax all over it; I suspect I'm going to lose some skin here. Sigh.

Oh, and I cut the top off my other thumb earlier, slicing the pork rinds. Those damn scratchings, they were just out to get me, coming and going...

Comments

[julesjones]

Ouch. And hugs.

As pennski says, running cold water, and ten minutes *by* *the* *clock*. I emphasise this because having stood over people in the first aid room at work, making them do this, ten minutes is an incredibly long time and people think they've done ten minutes when it's about three.

Failing that, yes, large jug of cold water, repeatedly changed for fresh. And an ice pack at night, so that you've got something cool to put your hand on when you're trying to sleep.