When you’re shaken up by life, your concentration is off. You lose things that are exactly where they belong. You forget how to do simple things. Or not to do simple things.
Once, after being in a very minor fender-bender, I was so discombobulated that managed to burn through not one but two burner covers.
I returned post-accident-and-associated-stress-inducing-activities, and went to cook something to eat. I removed the cover from one of my stove’s burners to use it, and then turned on the other… an error I caught – having ruined the cover but narrowly averted a fire – and then immediately did again with another burner. And then, as I recall, I gave up on the whole food-preparation gig, and made hot-air popcorn instead (it seemed like a safer way to go).
After which I set the popper aside, and returned 10 minutes later to a foreign smell that proved to be the popper melting on a still-warm burner.
When I think back, it seems like a miracle that I didn’t burn the house down that day.
Stress is dangerous. Watch yourself out there.