Built Then Burnt

I currently can't feel anything in my right hand, and it's a good thing.

So I get back from Jamie and Dana's place (having left early since I was tired), and decide that I'll have something hot to drink and read for a bit before going to bed.  More specifically, I decide to have chai.  This is notable as it's the only hot drink I have that requires me to use something other than the kettle.  So, to an outside observer, the next minute or so would have sounded something like this:

• Beep!  (The sound of the microwave finishing.)
• Ka-thunk! (The sound of me opening and closing the microwave door.)
• Crack!  (The sound of a glass breaking from heat.)
• [expletive deleted] (The sound I make as the milk hits my skin, this is loud and is near simultaneous with the next one.)
• Crash!  (The sound that the remaining parts of the mug make as they hit the floor after I drop them.)

So since then I've had my hand in a bowl of cool water.  It's not looking too bad at the moment: my thumb, which got most of the liquid, is bright red (and starts throbbing painfully if I take it out of the water for too long), but I don't see any blisters forming yet.

Wait, scratch what I said earlier; I can feel my hand, and OW OW OW!!