Burned the fuck outta my hand.
As in, full-on grasped the handle of the all-clad that had just spent fifteen minutes in the 475 oven.
Good Christ, I am like a whimpering baby over here and I am barely second-degree here.
The first rational thought that passed through my mind after it happened was, “Oh God, Ross.”
And as much as I hate to equate you with your injury, man, I can’t stop thinking about how fast things happen, how much things hurt, and—not for the first time—I raise my glass to you and your amazing bravery as you’ve shared your accident and recovery.
Feel free to come punch me in the balls to take my mind off any of this and call me a puss.
When I was six years old, my mother turned on a burner on the electric stove and a short time later hovered her hand over it to see if it was hot enough to cook on. It wasn’t and she left the kitchen. I had seen her do it, but I thought she touched it instead of hovering over it. I got off the chair and slammed my hand down right on the burner coil.
I still clearly remember doing it. I can see my hand with my fingers spread out placed firmly in the middle of the burner. I can hear the sound it made (not sizzling, just the impact on the coil). I have a distinct memory of going out on the porch and sticking my hand in the snow. (I’m sure that was my mother’s doing, not my idea.) It’s amazing how pain will burn (HAR!) memories into your brain. I guess it’s Nature’s way of making sure you avoid dangerous situations. Apparently it works. I have never since placed my hand on a hot burner coil. Yay for me!
On the plus side„ though, I didn’t have to write anything in school for a week after that.
So, Ross and Mike, I wish you well in your recoveries, and I sympathize with your crystal-clear memories of such a bad incident.
Have spent the past day doing similar. Moving from 13” MBP to 11” MBA. THat means all my heavy files can’t fit. So they’re going on the home iMac. DATA! DUPLICATES! WHAT WILL I LOSE? STAY TUNED!
I had to offload over 400 GB to fit on the Mini’s internal drive. I will soon find out if the official “Movies” folder can be external. I’m glad I have backups galore.
Backups Galore. Wasn’t that a Bond girl?
It’s the bonnet. What you call the ‘trunk’ is the ‘boot’. ‘Brights’ are ‘high beams’. Everything you say is wrong.
You sound pissed.
I used to have a Cooper. Loved that damned car. I’d get another one, but I’d get an S Works.
I got an S loaner a couple of times. The power is startling and intoxicating, even with the automatic transmission. An S Works with a manual would be like, whoa.
(My transmission is a joy, BTW. Six-speed [even in the base model], precise [very German], high quality you can feel with every shift.)
I didn’t like the additional mechanical noise the S’s engine made, though. And the stiffer ride was punishing. I can’t imagine what the thousand-mile drive to Chicago would have been like in an S, never mind an S Works.
Also, I really love getting 34-36 miles per gallon (14-15 km/l, for you metric peeps) while still driving it for fun. LOTS of fun. I’m now able to make a lot more yellow-light turns that I wouldn’t have previously attempted, thanks to its cornering prowess.
After I got it, my girlfriend started noticing Minis. She saw one make a turn, and said that it looked like a video game where they didn’t get the physics right. A car shouldn’t look like it’s going straight when it’s turning like that.
So I highly recommend whatever Mini Cooper floats your boat. They’ve got lots of ‘em. And you don’t have to buy into that “bonnet” shite, either.