because stupid injuries are so much fun, i have decided it is time to add to the display.
while straining the kraft dinner (yes, i am completely broke, but i like a little kraft dinner once in a while to be truthful), i felt a strange sort of sensation on my middle finger, as if it had somehow brushed against something incredibly toasty warm. in the second half of that second, i started shrieking, "OW OW OW OW OW i BURNED myself!" and dropped into the sink the long plastic spoon which was conducting the boiled water directly onto and around my knuckle. then of course the dog came running because water splashed onto the floor and she had to make sure it didn't have any noodles in it, and only after she had inspected the floor did she look up at me as if to say, "you okay, ci-mom?" because really, i didn't scream very long and if the screaming doesn't last, she knows it's not that bad.
damn it, i think, now i have to go take care of this and my kraft dinner is going to get cold! so i stomp off to the bathroom where we have an arsenal of first-aid products, because between the two of us there is always something new that we need, and i don't know what we bought the special burn ointment for, i seem to remember carolyn with a big-ass burn on her hand from something equally as stupid as what i've just done, and she must have bought it, but i've used it on little burns a few times because hey, i'm not perfect, and i am my mother's daughter and that means i can only spend so many hours in the kitchen without accident and my time is once again up.
but the burn ointment is not there. hydrocortisone for my hives, generic polysporin, girly type ointments, a tube of after bite (carolyn's, obviously, because that sort of crap just doesn't even make a dent in me), a handful of other stuff, but no burn ointment.
well it MUST be here, i'll look around the shelves, even tho' everything is nicely organized in the cup because i cleaned out the medicine cabinet a few months back, and threw out all the expired stuff.
oh.
so my middle knuckle is smeared in polysporin, because i don't have anything else. i'm sure it will be nice and raw tomorrow. it will match the dent in my face.
at least, knock on wood, my teeth have finally stopped aching after devon cracked me in the face with her knee a few weeks ago. i guess i had to fill the void with a new discomfort.