Today I burned the living crap out of my most important finger. (That'd be the right index finger.) I've had little burns from glass over the years (many little burn scars on my upper chest, and I've had a couple down my shirt too - yowza), but this was a doozy. I grabbed the wrong end of a LARGE hot glass rod. Alot of screaming ensued as I ran to the kitchen for Caroline's aloe plant.
I inserted offended finger into an aloe leaf, secured it with a rubber band, took a nap (yep) and a couple motrin and woke up with a pruny, yet healed finger.

Aloe is the stuff. Hopefully I can get back on the torch tomorrow.