It really bites the big one when you burn the bejeezus out of your wrist while attempting to take one of the world's largest pizzas out of the oven. Mmm. Burnt flesh on the inside of the oven door. Bravo.
It bites EVEN MORE when, in the middle of a sleepy haze, you reach over and scratch said burn WITH LONG FINGERNAILS to the point of scraping half the burnt skin off of a burn that is literally the size of a LARGE thumbprint.
Now it not only looks like someone with hands o' fire grabbed my wrist and left their very own, patented thumbprint scorch mark right about where the face of my watch would be (could I actually WEAR one with this mass of damage), but there's a big lovely RAW patch right smack in the middle of it all. YUM! (gag)
Not only is it just as painful as it was the moment it happened all over again, but it woke me up from the wonders of sleep since I decided to go all Freddy Krueger on myself while only half-conscious. Now THAT'S what I call fun!
And the kicker of it all? Just last night before bed did I remove the "I look like a suicide attempt" gauze bandage from around my wrist. Irony, much??