In which Donna shows her belly-button to the world

I was canning tomatoes this morning.  They had to boil for forty-five minutes, which was infringing on my dinner-cooking time.  At 11:20 the timer beeped.  I needed that burner, so I decided to lift the loaded canner over to the kitchen table.

The water in the canner was nearer the top that I realized, and when I picked it up and turned away from the stove, boiling water splashed on my belly.  
Twenty years ago my belly didn't stick out like it does now, and only my feet would have been burned.  
I wasn't going to tell Cliff about it because it was such a stupid mistake, and besides, he worries; but I remembered a conversation my daughter had with him last weekend about burns, and I recalled Cliff saying he had some burn ointment in the shop.  So I went out there and asked him for burn ointment.  He dug around in his toolbox and found it, then said, "OK, where's the burn?"
I lifted up the hippy dress I was wearing and showed him my bright-red belly.  He calmly applied the stuff, and it did ease the pain.  I returned to the house and finished cooking dinner.  After we ate, I took a picture of my tomatoes and posted it to Facebook.  That's how worried I was about my burned belly.   

Cliff returned to the shop, and granddaughter Monica came over to tell me about her experiences at Van's Warped Tour on Monday.  We chatted quite a while.  I peeled and sliced peaches for the freezer while we were talking.  
After Monica left, I went to the Internet to see what approach I should take to get the nasty burns healed.  Oh, and by this time, there were huge blisters, some of them the size of quarters.  

  Ignore the stretch marks please.  After all, I had two babies.  
I came to the conclusion that I had better go to the urgent care clinic, to avoid getting a secondary infection that might put my artificial knee at risk.  Although I never intended to wear my hippie dress away from home, I had to this time, because anything else would have been too painful.    
I now have burn cream and an antibiotic to take for ten days.  The antibiotic will force me to stay out of the sun, so I will be picking tomatoes at 5 A.M.  I'll also be taking my walk early; I suppose Cliff and I will walk separately for a few days.  
It doesn't hurt as much as you might think, as long as I wear my hippy dress and nothing else.  
The thing that irks me most is that seven quarts of canned tomatoes cost me $8 for meds and $10 co-pay at the urgent care center.  I'm supposed to be SAVING money with my canning!