Yikes! Got a burn on my hand today.
I've got a rule of never crying when its my fault.
Even as a little kid, i was being a little smart ass playing with my mom's sewing machine.
I was sitting on the foot pedal as it went up and down. Not those automated foot pedals, how fun what that have been? The OLD OLD one's with the full metal frame that came fixed into a whole table.
When i was done i got up to get out and HIT my head on the metal frame with a loud THUMP!
I wanted to cry but I didn't...
I don't know if I was just embarrassed or 'coz i knew no one would have felt sorry for me since it was totally MY fault. So i stifled my little yelp and rubbed the sore spot, which by the way, turned into a tiny potato bump within a few hours.
Anyways coming back to my story. I burned my hand being the stubborn me and trying to get my open melt out of the oven with bare hands. The top grill in the oven got me hard and got me good.
No wonder Usher (& Jessica Mauboy for our Aussies) sing about getting BURNED... it never stops hurting. The pain just sears for HOURs, Days even...
Kinda like a broken heart? I finally get the analogy. It just never stops burning does it? (well after a while it does).
Anyways. The burn has turned purple. ew.
:'( sniff.