Yes, that is a humdinger of a burn mark.
To say that I’m a klutz is an understatement. I’ve slipped on icy patches and landed on my bum, hurt my knee and fallen on my back. It’s the same with wet patches. I’ve slid down stairs. I’ve missed steps and hit my head on walls. But as I am most often found cooking or baking, my most frequent injuries are finger slicing or burns.
Last night wasn’t any different. The only difference is that I’ve managed to give myself a second degree burn. Needless to say I don’t exactly blame anyone else. It was completely my fault. I was absent-mindedly rushing through things. I was attempting to take a full baking tray of chips and place it on the counter whilst trying to figure out how to get the other tray that was still in the oven out and onto the next shelf up.
Of course that was an accident waiting to happen. I managed to miss the counter all together and the edge of the extremely hot baking tray clipped the edge of the counter and the baking tray bounced on my wrist. I not only managed to burn myself fairly badly, I also managed to spill two-thirds of the contents of the baking tray. There was carnage in my tiny kitchen as chips were everywhere.
Alan made me rush to run my injured wrist under the cold tap and fill the sink up with cold water so I could soak the burn in the cold water for as long as I could bear it. I’m glad I did because it meant that I didn’t get a massive blister. But it does mean having to make sure that the burn has to be protected until the scab dries and the wound stops coming up with blisters.
I will try to be more careful. TRY being the operative word.
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