Huh.

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While making lunch and trying not to poke the enraged-but-currently-dozing-fitfully-so-if-I'm-careful-I-won't-get-my-head-gnawed-off bear that is my back, I managed to burn my thumb and index finger. Then, being very careful not to yank my hand away (due to the aforementioned fear of poking the bear) and instead moving it deliberately up, my thumb hit the side of the very hot pan. There was a distinct sizzling noise.

I yanked my hand away.

I saw God.

After a blinding, searingly white moment of transcendental pain in which I was shown the glory of Our Lord of Back Pains, I offered up my prayers^*.

Then I held my hand under a cold tap until my joints starting singing their little hymns to the God of Cold Related Joint Pains. The tips of my thumb and index finger are now painful, but not blistered. The side of my thumb? Shiny and red and blistered and disgusting. And thus I have discovered a new thing: painkillers will get rid of or dull a lot of pains. There is, however, no over-the-counter remedy that will kill the peculiar burning pain of a second degree burn for any amount of time. How intriguing.

^*'Fnnnnn. Gnargle. Gneep! Mngodverdegodver! Nnnn! Godgloeiendeffffuck.'