For everything that was so "right" about Saturday, it turned on us on Sunday.
Yes, that's my hand - and yes, the title rings true. While on my 9th and final recipe for John's cookie trays, I decided to turn "Chuck Norris tough" and forgo the use of a pot mitt when pulling the sheet of cookies from the oven. Let me just say my index finger and thumb did not take kindly to that experience. I spent about 6 hours after that clutching an icepack - without it, the pain was rather unbearable. Fortunately, we also had a burn kit with Burn Gel for such occasions, but that wasn't nearly as helpful this time around.
So, to actually have slept through the night is huge - (I had to wake up early to finish what I left last night) - and to not have to be next to the ice pack - also big. Last night, in desperation, I wrapped the fingers tightly with one of the gel-pads and it seemed to finally do the trick. Now I have a couple of latex gloves over it through my morning tasks - I'll see what I can do to look less "burn-victim-ish" for my day with my friends up to Michele's (to show off her house, which they haven't seen, and then on to Woodburn).
Needless to say, typing is a bear right now, but I wanted to fill you in just in case you were tempted to try the tough approach yourself! More later....