Matt Coker | @BackRowOnline
I still remember the day a few years ago when I burned my finger really badly.
You see, we were in a rush, because my wife had to go back to a baby shower soon and we had a semi-elaborate meal planned, so I was cooking up a storm.
We have several spatulas, but one of them has a metal handle. I rarely use that one, so I got in the habit of just resting the spatula on the skillet for a moment with the plastic ones. Well, because I was trying to cook a couple things at once, I didn’t think about it when I sat the metal one on the skillet.
By the time I picked it back up, it was white hot. Burned a huge patch on the top portion of my inner index finger. Hurt like death. I was literally crying involuntarily. DON’T YOU JUDGE ME! THAT THING HURT! THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH CRYING WHEN IT HURTS!
Anyway, I spent the rest of my day wrapping it in a frozen towel, then airing it out until it hurt again, then putting it back on the frozen wet towel. Off and on, off and on.
So, now I have this zombie finger where most of my finger print is bright red, surrounded by normal flesh.
I wore a Band-Aid over it during the day when I’m at work, since I had to use it to type and write and everything ever (did I mention it was my right-handed index finger, on my dominant hand… it’s like the most important finger I have!).
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