different kind of holiday

A boring story, really...

Friday started very early for me, because my bro finally took off on his vacation and someone had to drive him to the airport. Yeah, you know, here in this country sometimes it's very hard to find a taxi that will take you anywhere at night. Even if you live in a 'respectable' part of the city. If you went ahead and ordered a car the evening before, taxi driver can just decide not to show up, leaving you stranded, because it's highly unlikely that you'd get a car at night, and get it fast.

So, wake up call was at 4 am. After 4 hours or less of sleep, endless wait while they get their things together (urgh, I always forget if he says he'd be ready at X hours, take it as X + 20 minutes) and get their kid in place, and a drive to the airport (25 minutes long x2, actually), at ~6 am I was home again. My first business meeting scheduled for 10 am, I was like 'what am I to do now?'.

I decided to have coffee and work a bit on my projects. As Alf said, 'big mistake'. 

I boiled water for coffee, filled my cup with boiling liquid and decided to drink it at my desk, as usually. When I'm not sleep-deprived, I remember that my cat is a precarious little creature. This particular day, I forgot about her nature and she decided it'd be extra fun to make me trip while I was walking with my cup.

As a result, I spilled steaming coffee on my right had. Despite my anger and pain, I felt that I shouldn't drop the cup on the beast and managed to put the cup down on the floor. During that I spilled coffee two more times, again on my hand. The pain was agonizing and when I looked at it, at least half of my hand was deep dark pink. I have anti-burn spray at home, so I used it. Though, it didn't help much. When I didn't move my fingers, the pain was bearable. When I did... I found that no typing or operating a mouse was possible. I can use my left hand well. However, to my discomfort, as time passed, the pain only grew worse. I didn't know how I'd cope with it the whole day.

In the end, I forfeited all attempts to work, swallowed some food and set out to find painkillers left from the time in spring when I hurt my foot. I took what emergency room doctor prescribed then, finished the damned coffee, and gradually found myself very tired plus somewhat drowsy. But the pain started to go away.

Very naive me, I set the alarm for 9 am before laying down to take a nap.

Needless to say, I didn't hear it. A person I was supposed to meet at 10 am woke me up at 11 am after n-th call.

Now for the funny part. When I woke up, the burn was mostly gone, only small patches of tender pink skin remained at places that suffered most. But since then it didn't give me any discomfort, apart from burning a bit near heat sources, like all burns do.