Lesson learned.

[luckystruckout]

So last night while cleaning the kitchen, I decided to make a nice cup of Earl Grey. I turned the burner on, and checked the kettle for water. I noticed there was a fly in the kettle, so I turned to the sink to wash the kettle out. As I turned back around to put the kettle back on, I noticed that the coil on the electric stove was not sitting in

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[fiametta]

Well, that's good that the pain subsided enough that you can type now - a step in the right direction. Just so you know that other ppl do stuff like that too - here's a story: I burnt the hell out of my hand when I was 9. It was on the 4th of July rollerskating down a hill into the driveway. I was about to crash into something and stopped myself by putting my hand on the grill, like I often did. Little did I know my mom had just grilled halibut for 4th of July dinner - and it was hot-hot-hot! I still remember the smell of my flesh searing and the smoky taste of grilled me when I immediately put it to my mouth w/o thinking. It hurt so bad and I cried like a baby and screamed my fool head off as my mom (a nurse) cleaned it and bandaged it. Everyone kept asking me if it was from 4th of July firecrackers as it healed which annoyed the tar out of me. LOL I had to wear a bandage for a few weeks. The great thing about palms is they don't really scar, they just kind of bubble over w/ fluid then the new skin blends in before you know it. Well, I hope you feel better soon.

[luckystruckout]

I am lucky enough this time where the skin didn't fall off instantly, like the last time I went to make tea and the steam hit my hand. Its just calloused and red. I basically have an imprint of the burner branded onto my hand. It doesn't hurt at all today but last night I would have rather had my hand amputated then deal with the pain of the burn. Btw. I am making my ticket reservations for DM by the end of the month. Something in the 50 buck range, which are still shitty seats compared to the 80 dollar ones. I think Im going to cheap out on the hotel a little. Anyways let me know what your plans are,we are going to be staying for the weekend. Give me a call sometime!

[fiametta]

It's already calloused - that's a good sign towards healing.

I've been thinking about you guys and the DM show. I think we'll probably be in the same price range as you guys w/ tickets. I sure as hell am not driving home that night but Jason might want to. I think it would be fun to hang out for a day after and maybe get some breakfast (brunch as they call it when it happens at noon, which is the earliest I ever get up on a weekend) or go to a museum or something w/ yous guys though. I'll call you guys soon

....but probably after the paper presentation I have tomorrow in the journal club. The journal club tomorrow is run by that one professor that was being all Mr. Bigstuff and bantering back and forth w/ me all through my presentations. Last time I was a a smartass back at him b/c I was in a bad mood from having a throat cold..The paper I'm presenting is on proteins called BAT3 (how gothic) and BORIS (oh, that's also a little gothy - Dr. Frankenstein's assistant's name, no?) and their interaction w/ SET1 (like the jackal headed Egyptian god.) It may just be the most gothic protein complex ever...

It should be interesting b/c I have had it prepared for the lab journal club for a month now (keeps getting delayed) so I know it inside out by now. (I hope...)

Anyway, I'll probably get our DM tix next paycheck, and will talk to you soon...

[fiametta]

Ooh! Just found out - Scythe is another alias of BAT3, and it's involved in programmed cell death (cell suicide.) Scythe is a much more interesting name for a protein than BAT3. :D /geek

[luckystruckout]

Wow that is like the most gothic protein complex ever. We are definitely spending the weekend in Tampa because its basically our once a year vacation. For some reason we always end up in Tampa, oh well, its not a terrible city. I think I want to skip the castle this year tho and do something nice for my brain instead of drowning it in 8 dollar jack and cokes. Perhaps the Dali museum, or fuk with the Scientologists.