Burner or Cutter?

I once had a conversation with a few friends about whether I was a "burner" or a "cutter" in the kitchen. I immediately answered that I was a cutter because I end up slicing pieces of my nail or my finger when I use a vegetable peeler.  Well times are a'changing, because in the past month, I think I have become a "burner."

 See that picture above...it's a picture of a second degree burn on my stomach on Friday night a few hours after I somehow managed to splash some boiling water on myself as I was draining some spaghetti noodles. I screamed a shrill cry of pain, lifted my shirt off my skin, and Mike came to my rescue with cold water.
I then found comfort in a few bags of frozen vegetables (mental note to self-keep frozen veggies in the freezer for emergencies), until I had to take those vegetables off and go to sleep. Then I found comfort in a few aspirin.  If you all know me, I hate taking meds unless I absolutely need them.  Well, I needed them that night. 
Over the past couple of days the blisters have burst (the largest one had about 1.5T of fluid) and it hurts to run. I will probably have a large crescent scar near my belly button, but I guess that's better than the horse-shaped steam scar my dad received years ago when he opened the double-boiler before he released the pressure.