A Very Stupid Hobbit

Hey Humble Readers...

I hope that you have all had a good Easter Sunday. 

Ours was actually pretty nice until about 4 hours ago.  We had decided that, other than laundry, we were going to take a break from our spring cleaning and just rest. 

We got home from church, put Ginny down for a nap, and then basically vegged out.  My hips have been incredibly sore the past few days, so I just put my feet up and got caught up on my recorded shows. 

I prepped the rack of lamb we were having for dinner, and got my other prep work going.  I was beginning to feel a bit more human than I have for the last couple of days. 

I seared the rack of lamb in an oven-safe pan, and then popped it in a really hot oven.  Twelve minutes later, it came out, looking and smelling amazing.  I took it out of the pan, and set it to rest on a cutting board, covered it, and then put the asparagus in the oven. 

Without thinking, I grabbed the handle of the frying pan that until only a moment before had been in a 450F oven to move it further back on the stove top, out of harms way. 

Do you see the irony?

As  you can imagine, I ended up burning my hand.  Burnt it so bad that I felt the need to go to the emergency room.  So, with an ice pack wrapped in a dish towel, I myself to the hospital (my Beloved stayed home with Ginny), and proceded to wait for two hours to be seen by a doctor. 

In that two hours the pain seemed to subside, and I was almost ready to just head home when the doctor came in. 

Because of the wretched GD, there is a much greater concern about infection due to the blisters that now cover the palm and the majority of the fingers on my right hand. 

And, yes, I am right handed.

My hand is now goopy with antibiotic cream and wrapped in a mile of gauze.  I'm typing this primarily one handed (not fun!) and I am wondering how I will manage changing diapers tomorrow. 

I am such a stupid hobbit.

Oh yeah, and I had to get a tetnus shot too.  Great day...