Apology....

I would like to say that I am terribly sorry to all of the already dead and cooked slabs of meat that I have ever speared with my meat thermometer.  I now, unfortunately, know exactly how this feels.

I am absolutely anal when it comes to checking the internal temperature of things like chicken or pork before I take them out of the oven.  So tonight, when I thought the chicken should be done, I reached into the cupboard and grabbed my handy dandy meat thermometer.

Only tonight, the powers that be were obviously against me.  The bulb-y (is that a word?) end of the thermometer slipped out of my fingers just after the edge of the cabinet and started falling.  ~This is also the heavy end as I quickly found out.~

Figuring I would just snatch it out of thin air (Because I, of course, am Superwoman!), I reached down to grab it.  At this point, the bulb-y end hit the lid of the deep fryer.  As if in slow motion, the thermometer stalled, on it's top, on the lid.  And my hand did not stop moving.  The pointed, meat-stabbing end of the thermometer stabbed itself right into the fleshy part of the palm of my hand about a quarter of an inch.

Intense pain.  Not instantly - I had plenty of time to get out "Oh, F**K!!!" and pull my hand away only to see the thermometer dangling off my palm like the tail on a Felix the Cat clock.  It then slid out of my palm and fell to the floor, and at that point, the pain started with a vengeance.

Luckily, I missed the vein that runs down into my wrist by about an eighth of an inch so it didn't bleed much. And now it's just down to a dull, constant, throb.  I guess the moral of the story is either stop stabbing the cooked animals, or maybe just put the meat thermometer in the drawer where it's not prone to such personal attacks on me...