No, this is not a post about The Simpsons (sorry Joe), but the fact is, I have burned my hand.
I have been very fortunate to not have had very many injuries in my life. I’ve never broken any bones or had surgery. The worst I’ve had to endure thus far are dental issues. Therefore, please forgive me as I brag on my nice juicy burn.
I was reaching into the toaster oven to load up the rack with garlic toast. I’m not quite sure why I felt the need to push the slice all the way to the back with my hand (as opposed to using the other slices for that) but I did and I made contact with the heating element.
I heard a sizzle and then yanked my hand out and thought. Wow, that could have been bad. Then I looked down and saw this:
I thought wow, that black stuff is my skin. My skin just burned right off. I have to show Jerry. So, I wandered back to the office and he went immediately into crisis mode. He made me put ice on it, finished making dinner and called his Mom. This is the part where it rocks that his Mom is a nurse and her husband is a Doctor. At first they were concerned that it could be a 3rd Degree burn because I wasn’t feeling any pain. But since the initial moment, it has started hurting some, which is apparently a good sign. They told me to ice it all night and call back in the morning to see if I need to see anyone about it. I don’t know much about burns, but it looks pretty cool and since the pain factor isn’t yet much of an issue, I’ll just blog about it.
I leave you with this warning:
Be careful with those toaster ovens. They are like, real ovens!