Day 6- I be on my Suit and Thai Ish

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Day 6 of Summer-


Tonight, I decided to make Pad Thai for dinner. I had no idea how much actually goes into making it.

This was the first time that the limes decided to rear their heads since the smoothie incident. I couldn't find the half I already had, so I decided to cut another one. The smell of lime was as strong as the time before, and I remembered my training. Or so I thought.

                                                            See? They're laughing at me.


The first squeeze went into the cup. The second and third went all over the tiny cuts on my nails. It seeped into my skin, burning everywhere. And I squeezed what I thought was all of the juice out, and it was only two-thirds of what I needed. And in wringing it out, I managed to spray lime juice all over my face. Which really was excellent.

But that was nothing compared to the the peppers. The recipe called for red hot Thai peppers. When I went to the grocery store, I couldn't find those, so I got these curly green peppers that said they were warm to medium heat. Oh ho. No.

At first, I thought nothing of it. I figured the peppers would be, as advertised, warm to hot. When I cut the pepper, it was fine. Nothing exploded, nothing sprayed. When I deseeded them, still nothing happened. I was beginning to actually believe in my ability to cut produce. Then, I made a horrible, horrible mistake.

I picked up the pepper slices. With my hands. And, I don't really remember doing it, but I must have touched my lips. Fire is not enough to describe it. It was like acid. It began on just a tiny portion of my lips. But as I formed the words to describe how much pain I was in, the bile spread, until it had covered my mouth.

At that point, there was nothing to do. I stuck my face under the faucet. That didn't help. I put an ice cube to my lips, which only helped when it was actively numbing me. And I was making chicken. So there was nothing I could do. I had to let myself burn.

After a while, a long while, the pain began to fade. And while it still crops up every once and a while, the pain is mostly gone. And if I had let it be in the beginning, it may have ended soon. So the moral to this blog post is probably to just let yourself feel what you feel, no matter how horrible, because the sooner you accept the reality of your feelings, the sooner you can begin to heal and start to recover.

And also, that Thai food is amazing and complex, but totally worth it.

                                                              See this? Nom nom nom. 

Ancient Greek Tally- 6/102