Whilst cooking supper today, there was a minor incident with the cooker, and tl;dr, I've got some really impressive blisters on my drawing hand (you probably saw me spazzing out over Twitter a few hours ago if you watch me there). Luckily, most of my commission queue was taken care of before I cooked myself, so there are only a few that I'll be going rather slowly on.

Yes, I iced it. Yes, I put some sticky ointment on it. And no, I have not been to hospital, nor do I intend to, since I live in a country where health care is not a right, but a privilege, and I cannot afford a second trip to hospital so close to my last visit.

I'm perfectly capable of caring for my purple, gnarly blisters on my own. I call them George.