|Wreckage (Subtitle: Adventures with Kelly)
||[Jan. 16th, 2008|02:03 am]
Kelly J. Cooper
I wish there was some way to make this funny, because it seems so ridiculous to me... I managed to scald myself thoroughly by splashing freshly poured Burdick's hot cocoa on my hand. I didn't realize the lid was loose and I have a special gift for the clumsy. I could hurt myself while nekkid in a padded room, sweah to gahd. I mean, I burnt myself with CHOCOLATE fer chrissake!
Y'see, they steam the milk to melt in the shaved/shredded chocolate so the cocoa is SPECTACULARLY hot. The pain was excruciating. And since I had a cup of cocoa in each hand (one for me, one for my co-worker), I couldn't just shake off the near-boiling chocolate. I had to control the urge to scream, turn around, walk the three steps back to the counter, put both cups down, THEN wipe off the BURNING LAVA EVIL PAIN PAIN PAIN. It's been a VERY long time since anything hurt that much. I think I managed to give myself at least 2nd degree burns, possibly third degree as the bumps on the left look like they're trying to be blisters when they grow up... (tho' they haven't quite finished blistering, they're still just bumps).
And before you ask, no, I'm not planning on suing them.
Doesn't actually look very impressive, but it hurts like a BITCH. I'm talkin' serious PUS BUCKETS of pain.
Anyways, wanna see?
It hurt so much I couldn't think straight. I wasted a fair amount of time trying to wipe the cocoa off my belongings while this sharp, stinging, burning agony was buzzing my hand, making it shake with pain. Once I got a drink carrier piece of cardboard thingy for the two cups of cocoa, I went outside and put snow on the burn. DAMN that felt good. I would've liked to just keep snow on the burn all night, but it's not really feasible to have dripping wet hands in a comic shop. So when I got back to the shop, I dried my hand off on my pants and went inside (I only had an hour's break and needed to get back so my co-worker could leave; also, still not thinking straight or I would've gone to the pharmacy and gotten an ice pack or something). I then worked for an hour or two while periodically blowing on my hand to tamp down the pain.
Pain makes me really stupid.
This is a chunk of some cooling gel stuff my boss got me from CVS later in the evening, when he stopped by to check on me. When I don't have it on the burn for more than a moment or two, this freakishly sharp pain flares.
So if you see me walkin' around Arisia with my hand still wrapped like this...
...you'll know the story.
The clumsy, it burns hotter than the stupid.