Newest kitchen injury is also the nastiest

I thought the near cutting-in-half of my index finger some months back (chef’s knife slipped off thick kale stem and into my finger) was pretty gross with the gaping flap, 6 hairy stitches and what-not, but that was not as ugly as the burn-that-looks-like-an-oozing-lesion that now decorates my right forearm. Why did I think it was wise to attempt to move a piece of rhubarb that was resting in the bottom of my Dutch oven which was resting in a hot oven?