I know my mom taught me that when I was a little girl.
But I wasn't really thinking the other night while I was cooking dinner.
Actually I didn't forget it was hot, I just forgot which burner was on. I just noticed the burner wasn't pushed down all the way on one side, so in the middle of doing other things, I reached back to push it down.
I knew it was bad right away. I ran it under cool water for quite some time, and then kept my three bad fingers dunked in a cup of water for the rest of the night.
When H got home from a long day at school, miss jr nurse wanted me to go to the emergency room. Not me though. I hate the emergency room. I promised I'd call the doctor first thing in the am. She got me an icepack and I slept with my fin gers on it. I also took an old pain pill because it hurt like - well, like burning.
I slept like crap and called the dr's office as soon as it opened. They told me to head over. They called it a mild 2nd degree burn. Apparently the big concern is to not let it get infected, so they put some cream on it and bandaged it up.
I hated the cream and bandage because it made the icepack I was still carrying around a lot less effective. But they also gave me some serious pain pills and in a couple hours I felt much better.
These bandages suck though. They were great when I left the office, but they've loosened up and won't stay on. I can't do anything, including type. Hopefully today H will help me come up with something more manageable. It could take several weeks to heal. I don't think Ill handle it well.