I learned last night that life can be dangerous as a carnivore. I cooked up some bacon to put on my leftover baked potato soup, and then I decided to make Eric a few pieces - he had to rush home from coaching basketball and leave right away for Broomball, so I thought some bacon would tide him over until he could eat a real dinner.
The bacon attacked. No one warned me that grease can fly up and hit you and it really really hurts.
Well, actually Eric did warn me, but apparently I didn't understand how to prevent it. So now I have a painful burn on my finger, and to make matters worse it's not even one that looks grotesque and will show up in pictures. Don't lie, you all know that when something really hurts, the only consolation is to show it off to the world and get sympathy.
Nevertheless, the bacon was delicious, so I regret nothing.
Burns aside, yesterday was still horrible because I had to face my biggest phobia. Needles. I know most people have a completely irrational, paralyzing fear, so to fully appreciate this story, just pretend it's about that, instead of scoffing at me because needles aren't scary. Until I met my husband, I thought all people had such a fear. The closest I've seen him come to seeming afraid was when Hurricane Sandy hit before he could retrieve his beloved Xbox from his friend's house, and the Xbox was doomed to spend the hurricane below sea level in an area prone to flooding.
Also, please spare me your stories of the torturous things the doctor will need to do to me involving needles when I'm pregnant because about 600 mothers have already took pains to enlighten me. Let's try to live in the now, and right now, I'm not pregnant, and I have a fear of needles.
As soon as I walked into work yesterday I remembered I was supposed to get my flu shot that day. I'm extremely lucky that I can just get my shot for free, at work. Still, I had scheduled an appointment with my doctor on Black Friday for one. My fear is so intense that I never know how I'll react so I would rather completely inconvenience myself by dealing with the doctor's office on my day off so that I could have a stranger administer the shot, and not risk shaming myself at work.
But then I picked up a Black Friday shift at work, so that was out the window, and I was forced to take that risk. The shots were supposed to be given after the kids left for the day, but I made it about 2 hours before the anticipation nearly destroyed me, like Slapsgiving did to Barney.
I begged the nurse to give me mine early while my class was in library and she did, and I didn't cry or make a scene, so the day improved from there. My arm really hurts now, but it didn't seem to affect my Broomball game, so that's ok.
I also did an easy 4 mile run in the dark, wearing a tank top and shorts before our game. I wanted to save my energy, because if we won, we would make the playoffs. We tied, so now we won't know until all other teams play this week. Don't worry, I'll keep you informed.
What's your phobia? Would you ever/have you ever had to deal with it at work?