I’ve been complaining about my craptacular memory to friends and family for a while now. In fact, four years ago I had the boys birth years tattoo’d onto my leg so that I could remember them. But, what I did yesterday makes me think my memory has located the exit signs and has left the building!

I was making dinner and talking to my father on the phone. I had put on my oven mitt and reached into the stove to remove a pan. I placed the HOT pan on the stove and started putting the ham I had been frying into the pan so I could put the ham into the oven to stay warm while IO got the rest of the dinner ready. Halfawy through putting the ham in the pan, while still talking on the phone with my dad, I used my BARE hand to move the pan closer to my frying pan. My bare hand.

But THAT is NOT the “forgetfulness” I am speaking about.

What happened when my bare hand touched the burning hot pan was that my hand immediately released the pan and moved from the danger. Still on the phone with my dad I had one of those WTF moments. and grabbed the pan again. Dammit, I wanted the pan closer to the frying pan. I had Forgotten what PAIN felt like and had NO clue why my hand, seemingly of its own accord had released the pan I needed moved.

How in the hell is it possible to forgot the sensation of BURNING FLESH?