All I Wanted Was To Boil Some Fucking Hot Water!!!

So I was feeling sluggish after around lunchtime at work.  I powered through, but after napping in the evening, I realized my body felt like it had this huge build-up of lactic acid.  I remember feeling like this the night before I was supposed to work a Vikings Game, even though it felt much worse then because I really, really didn't think I could go to work the next day.  (I was able to get a power nap in that appeared to help my body fight off whatever I was feeling, and I was perfect, I think, the next day.)

I think one of the things that helped me fight off these, uh, shakes is that I drank hot water.  This lactic acid build-up feeling made me feel cold, and I think that part of my return to full strength was drinking hot water in order to, uh, get things moving in my digestive system.  (OK, I think I pooped a lot before getting that power nap in.)  Couldn't hurt to try it again.  And you know, as long as I am boiling water, I might as well irrigate my nostrils.  Oh yeah -- in case I haven't blog posted about this before, last summer I finally got to see an allergist who gave me this squeeze bottle (not a neti pot) in which I pour in boiled water, this saline solution and this, uh, liquid medicine.  I had used it twice before tonight.  It's a trip to shoot liquid up one nostril, feel it traverse into the other nasal canal, then feel that crap tumble out of your nose and into the sink -- all while hoping to God that you don't swallow that stuff, ick.  I've gotten used to it, I guess, although I will go out on a limb and say it kind of feels like waterboarding.

Anyway, I grabbed the teapot, filled it with tap water, and turned on the stove.  I remember that when I emptied the hot water into the Pyrex measuring cup the first time, I tipped it over so much that the lid from the tea kettle fell over.  I wasn't going to do that again, so just before I was going to empty the whole teapot, I took off the lid.  I totally didn't expect there to be condensation on the underside of the lid ... and that scalding hot water dripped onto the fingers of my right hand.  Dammit!!!

I ran my fingers under the sink, then put my right hand on a few ice cube trays.  (Won't tell my parents I touched them, but don't worry, I had showered just before this, so my hands are clean!!!)  What frightens me is that after I iced my fingers, the pain and heat just seemed to radiate back up to the surface of my fingers.  I still feel them right now, even though it's much less painful and, at least for now, there are no blisters.  But I have to cut open packages at work today/Wednesday, and I'm scared to see how my hand is, and how I feel, once I wake up.  I took two Tylenol to deal with the pain; I might need to take another two in the morn.

Man, all I wanted was to drink hot water to get rid of this oogy feeling I have.  And now I burned my damn fingers.  Hate this, this is stupid.