Hot glue gun.
All the time. I am a dangerous baker/ crafter/ hair tamer.
A little A.D.D., a little clumsiness, a little to much multitasking (I am horrible at multitasking.)
It's so bad. Mostly though its those little annoying burns. Nothing major. I can think of only a few times where they have been major.
The kind of major that makes you stand by the sink with your hand in a bowl of cool water for hours. The kind that you can't even fathom taking you hand out of that bowl of cool water for a second to go to the bathroom, or eat, or sleep, or anything.
The kind that I just got last week when I grabbed a cookie sheet, fresh out of the oven, with my whole bare hand. The same cookie sheet that I just took out of the oven with a potholder, not one minute before. (I hate when I am lazy and store things in the oven instead of putting them away. I especially hate it now, because that offending cookie sheet was stealthily preheating, while I was stirring, and looked all cold and innocent when it was sitting all lava like on the counter.)
The kind that tethered me to the sink while my children ran loose and needed things. Like food, naps and diaper changes. The kind that made me want to throw up. The kind that I knew would keep me from sleeping, or doing anything buy whining and crying about how much pain I was in.
I was desperate. I couldn't even imagine taking my hand out of the bowl of water to go to the pharmacy or the doctor. The thought of having to leave the house, much less buckle carseats and touch the steering wheel was too much. I had to make do with what was in the house.
Not much was in the house.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I remember reading someplace how the Lansinoh HPA Lanolin is good for cuts, scrapes, and burns.
I had a little tube of it leftover from the hospital when I had Shane.
(Thank you hospital sample. Thank you.)
I found it, slathered my hand with it, covered it with a sock, took Advil, curled up on the couch, still wanting to throw up or cry, and waited to see if it would work.
It did. Beyond. Within an hour the pain was manageable. By the morning, what should have been a hand covered in angry blisters, was only a little angry. It still hurts, but nothing like it should.
Thank you little sheep for your magical lanolin. You now have a permanent place in our first aid kit. I'm sure I will be seeing it again soon.