So I had quite the eventful day this past Wednesday.

Chicken nuggets, and every other food that day, betrayed me.

When I woke up, I was prepared to be productive. I was going to work out, shower, head over to Starbucks, study for my online summer school history class, then get some stuff done for my boss. But first, I had to make an important choice: what would I have for lunch? Okay, I understand it isn’t THAT important, but it takes me forever to decide. So then I think, “Wow, a salad actually sounds awesome right now.” 

The one time I am craving a salad, we are out of lettuce. Then I considered just not eating lunch and have a little snack at Starbucks, but I figured I should at least have something. I made myself some chicken nuggets because I eat like a five-year-old most of the time. I grabbed the searing hot pan out of the oven, one hand protected by an oven mitt, but one hand completely bare and vulnerable to the 400-degree heat. 

Needless to say, I was in excruciating pain, and the chicken nuggets went flying. I’m sure many of you have burned yourselves accidentally too, so you can probably relate. I’ve been burned before, but this was on a whole different level of pain. So I hopped on Pinterest trying to figure out various at-home remedies to soothe the burn, from dipping my hand in a cup of milk, slathering my fingers in butter, to smearing toothpaste all over them, but those only made the pain worse. 

I ended up going to the doctor and got some medicine for my 2nd-degree burns on my pointer, middle, and ring fingers, but it didn’t really help at first. I had to ice my hand for the rest of the day (basically ten hours).  I went to my other job (receptionist at the yoga studio) with my hand stuck in a Pyrex cup filled with ice and got many strange looks. I had to make tea for the clients after the yoga class ended, and what do I find? Ants. Dozens of dead ants floating in the tea. Obviously I wasn’t going to serve that to the clients, even though they were convinced that they were just tealeaves. Once my shift ended, it started pouring, and I got soaked, although rain wasn’t in the forecast at all. I came home dripping wet but had to make another tough decision- what to eat for dinner. Mac and cheese seemed simple and quick, so it was the winner. 

However, while I pour the noodles in the boiling water, small brown bugs accompany the dry pasta shells. At this point, I am just filled with frustration. Nothing food-related was going my way and I wasted my entire day that I had planned on being productive but ended up being completely useless. It was just not my day so with ice in-hand, I went to sleep, praying that tomorrow would be a more successful, less-frustrating day where I could enjoy my food, bug and pain free.