It's the worse oven burn i've had, by far.My hand made contact with the heating element of the oven while i was trying to pull my food. Stupid, i know. They've been telling me for years to get oven gloves, i could never be bothered.
The pain of the burnt skin to top cracking doesnt bother me as much as the shape of my burn. Its a curious tick/correct shape, a Nike mark on my skin. I always try to find deeper meanings to why things happen; burning my hand was the first part of a woeful saga that left my hot, just cooked dinner on the floor and me eating ice-cream and reading fiction all night when i was suppose to work.
In the grand scheme of things, this may be a small part. The mark will remind me to not fantasize while cooking (i'll just sing then). I hope it heals without a scar-i dont want a testament to my inability to cook without injury. I still cant shake off my notoriety of being accident prone.Blimey
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