Earned my cooking stripes this week, though I'd say they look more like patches. A slip of hand in a split of a second when my mind wondered if I should make mash with garlic or peas made the smoky hot cooking oil splash out of the pan and land on various parts of my face. Ouch!
As always, I screamed silently when in pain or shock, so no one realized I had hot oil on my face. I crouched under running tap water for a couple of minutes to stop the scalding and later dousing with ice water to cool it off.
However, by midnight I had to pop a couple of Panadols as the burns were starting to throb. Lucky we have an aloe vera patch by the henna shrub, and rubbing the fresh gel on the burn help to sooth the burns and also made sure no blister forms.
The past couple of days has not been too bad, though the heatwave is making my face sting more, plus it's difficult to wear my glasses as one of the burns is on my nose bridge, the skin started to peel off since I begin applying Argan oil to help with the scars. And I keep forgetting about the raw skins, wiping my face with the towel a bit too roughly, rubbing my eyelid a little too hard when allergy attacks.
I look kitchen-seasoned someone said, I now have burn marks on both hands and arms, one on the shin from the time I tripped over a big wok, a few on my thigh from the 'rendang Raya of '95' incident and now I have a few more right on my mug.
Kitkey, kitchen hickey, that's what I am calling them.
p/s: the whole BP thing must be part of the initiation thing too I think :P
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