Moron Moments…I Haz Dem
I get in a hurry. Not exactly impatient, but a self-inflected rushing. I assume since I dislike waiting idly, people waiting in line behind me feel the same way. So, I hurry racing against a fictitious stopwatch, for what or against what, I’m not sure. It doesn’t matter, because I’m behind schedule, whose schedule, I can’t say.
During one of these self-induced scrambles I scalded my wrist with hot coffee. I was waiting at the counter of one of those carefully branded coffee boutiques, and rattled, because it took longer to place the order. In my mind the great scone debate of 2009 lasted five minutes, not thirty seconds, so in my head I was one of THOSE high maintenance customers. When my order was up, two tall coffees and supposedly a cinnamon chip scone, I did as I always do. I balanced one cup of coffee on the lid of the other to pick up both cups with my left hand, while using my right hand to carry the pastry bag.
So this time the cups weren’t balanced as well, and the top cup fell over as I stepped away from the counter. It splashed my shirt, maybe covered is a better description, and scalded my right wrist before the cup fell to the floor. Groan.
It’s unlikely I would have scalded myself, had I not created this artificial pressure to get out of the way. Ironically, in an effort to dispel attention away from me, I attracted more.
When we returned home, I perused the interwebs for treatment options and quickly discovered I box of bandaids does not constitute a first aid kit. In typical DIY fashion, I confiscated one of the Better Half’s cotton t-shirts, and used it for bandages, sterilizing it in the microwave first. Instead of the painter’s tape, I opted for electrical to hold the cotton strips in place. It looks like Bob the Builder was hired to do the costume design for Xena, Warrior Princess. Cheap, tacky, and strangely effective.
The Better Half is concerned about scarring. I’m concerned about ability to go on as if nothing ever happened. Both of us might be ready to concede the necessity of a decent first-aid kit.
December 10th, 2009 at 12:23 pm
black electrical tape has long been used as an emergency band-aid by mechanics, electricians, and handy”people” everywhere.. I’ve used myself when I’ve gashed myself working on the car – I tape the skin flap down (or gash closed) and finish the job….and proper first aid later. Grease is an anti-bacterial, isn’t it?
December 10th, 2009 at 2:34 pm
Honey is anti-bacterial!
And, lordie, I hope it wasn’t black electrical tape as Bob mentions. I have rolls in many colors (used, not for the original purpose, but for making kid stuff) and I envision you with green. Or red. Or yellow. Or all!
Must go reread the post and ponder what you say about “not being noticed.” I never thought about my desire to have my wallet ready, or get my cup/bags and move along that way.
December 11th, 2009 at 12:56 pm
This sort of thing happens to me all the time. I’m rushing hither and yon, rushing for no reason, and i clip a corner with my hip. or smack an elbow into something.
Slow down, and hurry up about it!
December 15th, 2009 at 2:41 pm
Bob, I hear of people using super-glue to hold gashes closed….of course it’s good to have acetone on hand if you have trouble applying the super-glue.
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Sabra, I’m afraid it was black…but I have blue and green in the garage
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meno, wanna compare bruises?
December 16th, 2009 at 5:12 pm
yeah, but most mechanics or carpenters don’t have a handy tube of superglue whereas electrical tape is almost always at hand, and doesn’t require them to stop what their doing (other than the 2 seconds it takes to wrap the tape over the wound).