Non-trickery

So I am an idiot.

And this time I can not blame sadistic cold medication packagers, this one was all me, baby.

Approximately five minutes in to my third to last shift at work and I burn the ever loving crap out of my hand.  Making tea.  For someone else.  I guess I wasn't paying attention when I was pouring the water or something, moved the cup and near boiling water went all over my left hand.  If anyone works with any kind of coffee brewing machine, the "red tap" might be a familiar term?  Basically it's just that, a red tap that spurts out 200 degree water.

This is what it looks like after seven hours.  Seven hours spent wrapped in a bandage that resembled an oven mitt to hold in the cooling gel pad in place, so I could actually, you know, finish my shift instead of standing with my hand under a tap of cool water.  When it first happened, it was much redder and angrier and swollener (yea, that just happened). But now it seems to just be in between my middle and ring, and ring and pinky fingers, which while still painful is nothing compared to the fiery death it felt like earlier.

I'm so ready to be done with work.