Before the incident occurred my face felt like the above
After the incident occurred my face resembled the above. i cannot post a picture of the finger its too horrible for eyes.
Today I burnt my finger... Big deal right? Wait, hear me out before you tilt ear to shoulder and strum on your tiny, invisible violin, it's the way I burnt it and, the fact, shock horror, that it's my iPad finger which got me thinking, really got my thinking.
My upbringing was ridiculously sheltered, we're talking industrial levels of insulation, and that's a positive because I'm extremely energy efficient. However, with shelter you never feel rain, and that means you don't know that it's not that great to get wet, because all you see are pretty patterns in the sky. It's very ridiculously, pleasant not to know all the nasty, bad things in the world. Seriously though, don't think just because I didn't experience it, I didn't know all about it, perlease, of course I was rigorously drilled about the wannabe Child Abductor, the squashed Child who didn't hold their Mummy's hand when they crossed the road, and the domesticated pets that were really wild beasts longing to bite an unsuspecting limb right off. To be honest, after watching Chitty Chitty Bang Bang who wasn't terrified of the Child Snatcher... Can we not talk about it, no really, stop.
My childhood was also insanely healthy... Desserts were 'Yoghurt Surprise'; such gullible little unsuspecting fools we were, my Sister and I would gleefully gobble up these healthy and calcium rich offerings to try and find the naughty surprise. It was almost always a grape, or some other extremely good for you fruit. Now, this extended to unsavoury activities such as smoking, I was told that smoking killed you, and I am often reminded of the time I held my Mummy's hand in the lift and stood transfixed as a man smoked. Mummy of course told me to:
"stop staring, that was rude",
to which I replied...
"But I'm waiting for him to die."
Never forget children take things literally, the man sheepishly said
"she's right, it's not good to do"
and justice was sweet, as I continued to stare waiting for the action to happen. It never did.
This hatred of smoking continued into Cars, my parents never had that smoke thing in their vehicles and it was this today which led to my ultimate downfall. Let me set the scene...
My husband needs to blow up his Car Tyre, I want to help, all that is required is for me to remove the little smoking thing and put it in the plug - mission accomplished. Afterwards though, I became transfixed with this little thing I had never seen before, it was like discovering birthdays mean presents, I wanted more, I couldn't just put it back, that wasn't enough. Instead, I pushed it in, then thought, holy bobbins, I've broken it, I desperately tried to pull it up, it wouldn't budge, then all of a sudden it did. I grabbed it and saw an interesting glow emanating from the bottom, I touched it with iPad finger. The scream that erupted from my lungs was pure and unadulterated pain. The little thing of torture hurled away from me onto a beautiful Porsche leather seat as the air was filled with burning flesh. Husband came instantly and demanded I run it under cold water, all I could find was a strawberry water, I dunked it in there and heard the sizzle of frazzled flesh. Removing the offending article calmly from his pride and joy Car, hubby looked at me like I was a fish with fangs: I made no sense, could I really be such an incredibly inept and incapable human, who was this mental woman?
"Get your finger out of the strawberry water and come with me."
He frogmarched me to the garage, told them I had burnt my finger and needed instant access to cold running water, there was no messing in his tone, we all obeyed immediately, and had I been a medieval princess I would have swooned at my knight in shining Armour, being such a hero, but it bobbing hurt and I didn't have time for that. My finger was black, red and throbbing so much I could feel a pulse; never a good sign.
Enough of the humiliation of burning one's finger on a cigarette lighter, let's focus on a few points. Is it good to be so unaware of unhealthy gadgets that you don't even think about it? Why on earth when we know that cigarettes cause Cancer and the government warnings on the side of packets are so appalling and apparently tax so high to dissuade us, do we provide ease of access in our vehicles that we pretty much all use on a daily basis? Don't we have a moral duty to make it as difficult as possible to light up? It's banned in public places, why not make it even harder to use when we're in our cars. If you're reading this and smoke, you're going to think I'm a right busybody bitch, but deep down, surely you want to stop something that potentially gives you Cancer, hastening your death, making your breath stink, turning your teeth yellow... I mean it's not exactly selling itself is it? Yes, it's addictive, but we should be helping not hindering, it's like providing an Alcoholic a drinks cabinet as standard in every kitchen installation, it's indefensible?
Then there's point two, literally my second thought was oh my goodness how am I going to use my iPad, my phone with this sorry excuse for a finger? That made me mad, how pathetic that I am so attached to my technology that the thought of not being able to use it or at least making it harder, made me feel cut off, anxious, and got me practicing with my left hand? Are we all becoming a society that need these tools to exist and function, what has happened to just being? Perhaps this is why mindfulness is such a phenomena at the moment, it's the ultimate backlash to just feel and to just be? Perhaps this is why yoga is so hip and trendy, that cafes are now popping up that proudly announce they have no wifi, why the price of phones that are literally just that, mobile phones, not cameras, email answerers, calculators etc.etc. are soaring?
It was only a burnt finger, but it got me thinking, I hope it gets you thinking too, but remember, it was only a burnt finger.