I'm a numpty, part MMCDV
Yep. That's my right (dominant) hand all nicely swaddled in sterile dressings under which is a bucketload of silver nitrate cream. Let this be a lesson to you: no matter how motivated towards cleaning your insomnia may make you, there is never a good time to over-fill a pressure cooker with water and bi-carb and then try to open it too soon after it's boiled, but one o'clock in the morning is probably a somewhat greater less-than-optimal time, especially when it means waking your husband creature to spend two and a half hours sitting in A&E with you. Partial-thickness scald (my knuckles are blistered - ask me if that's uncomfortable); the burns registrar at the Royal has my number and should apparently get hold of me today or tomorrow. W00t. And, just to top this off, my FIL rang at 0800 this morning (so yeah, less than five hours sleep for the pair of us) to demand request my husband creature's presence early -he was scheduled to be elsewhere as of Thursday - could he get on a plane today at all, if not tomorrow at dawn, and my other flatmate is gaily tripping off to Melbourne, also on Thursday.
Yes it hurts like a motherfucker.
Hail freakin' Eris.