lizziec | I am an idiot (aka, I burned my hand on my dinner)

Today has been something of a chapter of accidents, all of them my own fault.

First I was making dinner and cut myself with a knife while slicing potatoes in a silly way. I shall not be doing that again. Sharp things are sharp.

Second, and most important, I burned myself on dinner, which was mince and potatoes and gravy which had been cooking for hours. I tipped my portion awkwardly and it went all over my right hand and right jean leg. No idea what I'll wear tomorrow now, those are my only decent pair of trousers. Anyway, it hurt, rather a lot. Ran it under a tap and stuff. Parts of it puckering up and tightening now. The worst bit still sore to the touch. Ben dressed and bandaged it - yay for first aid kit in car. Don't worry - it hurts but is not very bad, certainly not bad enough for hospital. I'm only really posting this because I am feeling very sorry for myself. The main trouble is I'm right handed. This could be very inconvenient. I suppose it gives me a chance to improve my left handed dexterity. Yay (or something). I am a bit of a hunt-and-peck typer right now because of the mobility in my right hand after it has been burned and dressed and bandaged. This is very frustrating.

The key moral here is clearly that I should never cook.

I'm off to bed now. Hopefully it'll feel much better in the morning :)