Monday Updates: When You Burn Your Hand in Brooklyn

Last week while cooking, I got a 2nd degree burn on my hand that instantly made me look like I belonged under a bridge asking people riddles before they could cross. It was pretty gross and the pain that came along with it was miserable– lasting for 10 hours straight. That’s the last time I fry spam in a cast iron skillet.

German immediately transformed into Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman and ran off to get me burn spray, alocane, arnica gel, Neosporin, medical tape, wrapping bandages and a large Dr. Pepper. (Don’t judge)

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