filed under “ow, my hands”
Saturday was not a good day to be my hands. First, I got stung by a yellow jacket on my right pinky finger. It swelled up and my ring finger also swelled a little. Little sucker got me right on the joint, too. He was killed needless to say. THEN, while I was making dinner, as I placed some eggs in the spaghetti sauce for poaching, the sauce bubbled up and splattered all over my left hand. So I got burned. Yeah, it was all KINDS of fun (can you taste the sarcasm?). The pinky finger is finally not swollen and doesn’t burn or ache like it did during the weekend, so that’s good. The right hand is healing. I have a pattern of red splotches from the burn which doesn’t hurt unless pressure is applied. Nope, definitely not a good day to be my hands.
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