I had a cooking accident last Saturday. I was caramelizing some sugar - for the uniformed, that consists of boiling sugar and water until it turns dark amber (that's if you are using white/granulated sugar) - and I splashed some on my left wrist. I let out a scream, dropped the spoon and tried to get it off with my - bare, unprotected - right hand. The little finger on the right hand has a dark brown blister, but it will be fine. The left wrist, on the other hand, was burned deeply enough that there was/is a hole approximately 3/4 the size of a dime on it. That's going to leave a scar.
Then to make my week complete, I woke up on Monday with the flu. Gerry's had it for a week longer than I have. We are sick. Hacking our lungs out, croaking like toads, and just feeling yucky. But that stubborn old goat keeps going to work. What is it with men?