I cooked fish tonight. Olive oil in a saucepan, then the seasoned fish, then I put it in the oven. I took it out with a towel-covered left hand, put each fish fillet on its plate, then switched hands to pour the juices. The towel had slipped.
The worst of the burn is on the palm beneath my index and middle fingers, although each finger has a pale and wizened strip of skin. I’ve had my hand in a bowl of chilled water, refreshed several times, and doused it with lavender oil and I hope I’ve saved it from blistering, but it’s still very painful.
I’m feeling a bit punch-drunk from other matters, although not discouraged. I’ll tell you in a day or two. Two things, a left and a right – or is that a shooting term? one hates to mix metaphors. i’m feeling a bit archy and metiphabel, typing one-handed and left-handed at that, the extra effort of capitals hardly seems worth-while.