Although this did leave a hideous mess, I don't think my body sustained too
much damage. Could have been way worse! I can't even begin to explain how
this happened either. Except that I know that I was trying to do too much
in a short amount of time.

Person who lives here had oral surgery on Friday and is not progressing as
we had hoped. Can't open her jaw due to the swelling so most of what is on
the list of suggested foods will not work. And is having stomach issues
from the pain meds. Then to top it all off, husband was having some sort of
car trouble that turned out to be really nothing. He didn't tell me what it
was that Les Schwab found to be the cause but bottom line is that due to
that, he didn't bring home the promised milkshake for toothless.

So... I had to go get the milkshake. Came home and all seemed calm. Went
out to the garage to get things ready for the guy who is coming later this
week to do a dump run for me. Things like the broken artificial Christmas
tree and many Styrofoam coolers and ice packs from my insulin. And while I
was finishing this up, I began to get dinner started for husband.

Put three breaded chicken breasts (Schwan's) in the freezer, put the water
on to boil for pasta, in my large, oval, Rachael Ray pot, then put the
Marinara on to heat. And no, he did not eat all three.

Things seemed to be going well until I took the chicken out. I had already
moved the pasta over to the pot of sauce when husband began asking about
dinner. And once again, I didn't listen to that little voice in my head
that told me that I should have dumped the hot pasta water down the sink and
left the pot there while I put the Provolone on the chicken. And that's
where it all went wrong.

Although the oven was off, I didn't feel like sticking my head in there to
put the cheese on because I was feeling a bit warm from all of the garage
activity. So I removed the pan and set it on top of the pasta pot. Should
have been fine as I didn't really take the time to get the correct sized pan
and had used a large, lipped cookie sheet because it was already sitting in
the dish drainer.

I turned to get the cheese. Turned back when three slices of the Provolone
when it all went very badly. Happened so very fast! Saw the Rachael Ray
pan come flying at me along with the pan that the chicken was on. This is
what I do not understand. What would have caused that nearly full pan of
water to come off of of the stove? Now I suppose it is possible that in my
haste, I somehow didn't have it squarely on the burner but I can't see how.
I have a big scoop that I use to remove the pasta from the water so the pan
never left the stove.

Anyway... The upshot of this was that my feet, legs and the floor became
drenched with near boiling water. I knew that Jazzy (cat) was in the
kitchen on a barstool but didn't know where Jetta was and I didn't want them
getting into the boiling water.

I think what saved me was that I had on my Daniel Green slipper boos that I
am not supposed to wear. They are thick and lined with faux fur. I put
them on because I felt cold but my podiatrist said I shouldn't wear them. I
won't bother to get into why but I am sure glad that I had those on now!
Also a very thick and very loose pair of sweat pants. So the thick fabric
and thick boots seemed to keep most of the water from my skin. Of course I
leapt to dry floor and stripped the pants and boots off right away.

I also have three throw rugs in the kitchen and the two largest ones soaked
up most of the water. And thankfully each one had a dry end so they could
be grabbed and hauled outside quickly.

Although my feet feel like they have been burned, I don't see any damage to
the skin and the skin feels cold to the touch. Most likely that sensation
is due to my neuropathy or something.

I am beginning to dread the oven! Thankfully the toothless one was able to
help me for a few minutes to make sure the cats didn't get burned and to get
the mess cleaned up.

I guess on the plus side, I won't have to use the floor steamer on the part
of the kitchen! But what in the heck!? This is three burns I have gotten
in about a month's time! And I am not usually one who gets burned. I am
just glad that I was dressed as I was. If my husband had brought the
milkshake home like he was supposed to have, I wouldn't have bothered to get
dressed and I would have just had a knit nightshirt on. That would have
been bad!

And thankfully I had more chicken in the freezer.

Now off to the kitchen to make some rice. Hopefully I can do that right. I
am going to have to really overcook it and put a lot of extra liquid in
there because poor toothless can't seem to manage anything that requires any
amount of chewing. She was able to do chicken and noodle soup after I took
the immersion blender to it but her poor stomach can't seem to handle much
in the way of food right now.