Ouch.
So last night I was making dinner, took the casserole out of the oven, dished up, picked the plate up, and brushed the side of the casserole dish with my knuckle.
Bloody hell that hurt.
Tiny brush, barely a touch and yet there's a pretty deep burn mark there now.
Why does my body hate me? (My neck problem's flared up again - I have an extra piece of bone on one of the vertebrae and it traps the nerve, causing a lot of pain.)
Right now I'm putting it down to the weather turning, but seriously, why does my body hate me?
Bloody hell that hurt.
Tiny brush, barely a touch and yet there's a pretty deep burn mark there now.
Why does my body hate me? (My neck problem's flared up again - I have an extra piece of bone on one of the vertebrae and it traps the nerve, causing a lot of pain.)
Right now I'm putting it down to the weather turning, but seriously, why does my body hate me?