When ordinary life turns tragic!

 I am the biggest klutz on this planet.  There should be some sort of game show I could go on for klutz's like me so I could win or something.  Recently I have been on a okra phase, where I just want okra in most ways I can get it (all forms but fried).  I started off with okra with stewed tomatoes then started doing black eyed peas with okra in it, and finally just had boiled okra by itself.  This thing with okra though has come to a point that I called my mother up to see how to make gumbo.  So for my first gumbo batch I was too scared to buy a bunch of crawfish and shrimp for a delightful seafood gumbo but instead went with the safe choice of chicken gumbo.

I had the pot of rue simmering and was beginning to take the chicken off the pannini/George Foreman grill thing when I reached behind the grill to unplug it, I touched the back and burned the holly crap out of my forearm.  Now I have this wonderful burn on my forearm that makes me look like some sort of hot curling iron suicide attempt person and throw on some diabetes and who knows how long this one small mistake will be there.  I have been putting the triple antibiotic ointment on it and so far my BG numbers have been OK so just the discomfort of no skin on my forearm is all.  I just wish there was some way to go through life without little mistakes like this that throw everything into disarray.  This burn is also in the exact place you rest your forearm when using a computer mouse.  How delightful for a reminder all day at work how I am just a klutz.