When Coffee Love Goes Bad

I'm such a coffee snob that I have purchased one of those single serving brew cups that sits on top of your mug, you place a filter in it and add your fresh coffee grounds to brew a perfect cup of coffee, one at a time. It doesn't get any better than that. Really. So it really wasn't anything new for me to be brewing myself some tasty java at work. I don't know if reading for the past 6 hours had made my mind a little numb or if the mug I had substitute for my favorite trusty mug today fit my brew cup differently or what but when a co-worker spoke to me all common sense flew out the door and I quickly turned to look at her, mug with cup atop in hand. Bad idea. Really bad idea. So bad, in fact, that I ended up burning the s*%! out of my arm!! It really sucked.

Now I have to sport a lame wrap on my arm for days and I'm horribly embarrassed. The worst part was that I was a total wuss about it. I didn't cry while I was at work, though I wanted to badly. My arm was burning up and I felt completely obligated to clean up my mess on the floor. There was all this commotion and I needed to get my arm under cool water... I handled it the best I could. When I got back to my cube I promptly packed my things and quietly exited - I knew if I said one word about my red hot arm I would burst into tears. I jetted out of there. As soon as I opened my car door and climbed inside I started to bawl. Partly because I felt like a loser but mostly because my arm friggin hurt! And getting into the hot car made it worse. The docs office was kind enough to get me in right away so I didn't have to go to the ER and I got all wrapped up and drugged myself with some ibuprofen (if you know me at all you know how much I hate drugs so the fact that I took some says something.)

I'm pretty much fine now. Doc said it was only 1st degree burn which is practically nothing but it still hurts and makes me feel limited. One of those accidents that just happen, I suppose.