Dancing Through The Pain (In Target)
Plus, BTS with Martha Stewart and a Martha Stewart-worthy meal kit.
My stress plays out most in the kitchen. Last week, I was rushing to make lunch to get to an appointment at my new apartment on time, and did something I never do—I turned on the front burner on the stove. I left it on for a good five minutes, not realizing the pot behind it had its handle directly heating over the invisible flame. So when I went to grab the pot, the scorching metal handle scalded my right hand and went crashing to the ground. My first thought was not ‘am I ok?’ but ‘has my health insurance expired?’
I went to urgent care anyway and coincidentally had the same doctor I had six months ago, the only other time I’ve sought emergency medical care here. She told me I would need someone to help me clean and bandage my wound twice a day, not to mention with the daily tasks of living, especially given the injured hand is my dominant one. I told her I live alone and am in the process of moving apartments. Ooof, I’m sorry,…