Most of my 10-14yo Corelle dishes were starting to lose stuff on the sides and get all scratched up and such (hey, we eat at home a decent amount, they get used and abused). So we’ve been slowly collecting new ones. I hit a sale not long ago, and amassed some fun new ones. I got two or four of each of the patterns I liked (in the various sizes). I figure they’re going to break/destroy some of them at some point, so I might as well have some fun with mistmatched groovy patterns rather than commit to one pattern for everything. Yes, I even had matching placemats and spoon rest with the other pattern. It was time for a change. Hence, the fun color. Works for us so far, and those bright dot luncheon plates are the boys’ favorites, the pink/green floral is the girl’s favorite one. Which I think is just really cute, and it totally fits with their personalities. Anyway, that’s enough about dishes. Sorry, that’s how boring I am nowadays.
Aaaand then there’s me. I was walking into the living room, holding the baby, and slipped on the tile in front of the wood stove. Rather than smash myself and the babe’s head into the hot wood stove, my hand got the brunt of it before I reared back and we fell on the ground.
It looks worse than it was. The blister looking thing there never really turned to blister. I threw my hand under cold water as long as I could stand it, slathered it down with an herbal salve I got from my CSA. It hurt like the dickens for about an hour or so, then it calmed down. I kept flexing it so it wouldn’t get stiff or anything, and when I woke up the next morning, it was fine. I couldn’t put much pressure (think a wiggly 23lb 21mo) on it without it hurting/being sore and it didn’t like the warm water of the shower, but now it’s fine. My handprint may be altered now, but meh. I’ve used my hands in my lifetime, it’s all good.