I love the sun. I love everything about it. I love feeling warm from it, I love how it makes colors brighter and people happier. I cannot get enough of it. I also love how it makes my skin tanner. Vain? Very. I'm over it. However, to achieve the tan-ness that I long for during winter months, some trial and error is usually required. Today was a major error.
Since starting day shift last week, I have so much more energy during the day and fall asleep at much more appropriate times at night (not in the wee hours of the morning). Today it is 72 degrees outside without a single cloud in the sky. I knew this miracle was coming, thanks to weather.com. I woke up early this morning to get to the gym and then came home, put a tank top and flip flops on and walked to the Starbucks that is approximately a quarter of a mile from my apartment. I used a gift card to get an iced green tea then took up residence at one of their outdoor tables. I brought two books (in case one bored me). I started reading and stayed there for four hours. HA! Ironically, I am really not a fan of reading. I could feel my skin soaking up the glorious UV rays. I could see the little shadows of heat waves rising behind me. And I loved it. Every second. I masochistically welcomed the almost burning sensation on my arms and legs. BRING ON THE SUN. It has been a long winter of pasty paleness and I am soo ready to give that up. So I sat and took a good chunk out of a book I've been trying to get into for awhile, did some serious eaves dropping and peopel watching (two of my new favorite activities..). Before I knew it it was four hours later. I moved my arm and my watch slid down my wrist. I then noticed the BRIGHT WHITE skin that was under my watch and how it contrasted with the skin around it. Uhoh. I wanted to ignore it so I finished the chapter and then decided I should probably put an end to the charade. I walked home in a warm and peaceful state of euphoria. I love the sun. It warms my soul. It's like a hug without anyone having to touch you hahahaha. I walked into my apartment still feeling tranquil-- first stop the bathroom-- four hours and a caffeinated beverage will take their toll. I glanced at the mirror and my zen was rudely interrupted by alarm. RED. Not a pink rosy glow, BRIGHT RED. But not everywhere-- my neck remains amazingly white, apparently I put my head down while reading?! WTF. I pulled my tank top to the side to reveal a THICK white strip of skin. I hate the sun. It's turned me into a freak lobster. My skin is going to fall off. I will be outcast like a leper! My panic increased when I realized that it's going to get worse before it gets better. If I'm this red now, give it six hours and the blisters will appear probably accompanied by eschar tissue and I'll have to go to the ER for amputations. Then I'll lose my job because who wants the 6 fingered nurse whose skin is falling off?! ... So.. I'm on my way to the store to get some aloe-- a fat lot of good that stuff does, but better than nothing I suppose. And I think I might invest in sunscreen. I've always hated the stuff-- quite a lot actually. It's greasy and it maintains my pasty pigment. There's gotta be some compromise between the lobster leper and the pale translucence I've displayed all winter. We'll see. For now I will be dealing with this:
Since starting day shift last week, I have so much more energy during the day and fall asleep at much more appropriate times at night (not in the wee hours of the morning). Today it is 72 degrees outside without a single cloud in the sky. I knew this miracle was coming, thanks to weather.com. I woke up early this morning to get to the gym and then came home, put a tank top and flip flops on and walked to the Starbucks that is approximately a quarter of a mile from my apartment. I used a gift card to get an iced green tea then took up residence at one of their outdoor tables. I brought two books (in case one bored me). I started reading and stayed there for four hours. HA! Ironically, I am really not a fan of reading. I could feel my skin soaking up the glorious UV rays. I could see the little shadows of heat waves rising behind me. And I loved it. Every second. I masochistically welcomed the almost burning sensation on my arms and legs. BRING ON THE SUN. It has been a long winter of pasty paleness and I am soo ready to give that up. So I sat and took a good chunk out of a book I've been trying to get into for awhile, did some serious eaves dropping and peopel watching (two of my new favorite activities..). Before I knew it it was four hours later. I moved my arm and my watch slid down my wrist. I then noticed the BRIGHT WHITE skin that was under my watch and how it contrasted with the skin around it. Uhoh. I wanted to ignore it so I finished the chapter and then decided I should probably put an end to the charade. I walked home in a warm and peaceful state of euphoria. I love the sun. It warms my soul. It's like a hug without anyone having to touch you hahahaha. I walked into my apartment still feeling tranquil-- first stop the bathroom-- four hours and a caffeinated beverage will take their toll. I glanced at the mirror and my zen was rudely interrupted by alarm. RED. Not a pink rosy glow, BRIGHT RED. But not everywhere-- my neck remains amazingly white, apparently I put my head down while reading?! WTF. I pulled my tank top to the side to reveal a THICK white strip of skin. I hate the sun. It's turned me into a freak lobster. My skin is going to fall off. I will be outcast like a leper! My panic increased when I realized that it's going to get worse before it gets better. If I'm this red now, give it six hours and the blisters will appear probably accompanied by eschar tissue and I'll have to go to the ER for amputations. Then I'll lose my job because who wants the 6 fingered nurse whose skin is falling off?! ... So.. I'm on my way to the store to get some aloe-- a fat lot of good that stuff does, but better than nothing I suppose. And I think I might invest in sunscreen. I've always hated the stuff-- quite a lot actually. It's greasy and it maintains my pasty pigment. There's gotta be some compromise between the lobster leper and the pale translucence I've displayed all winter. We'll see. For now I will be dealing with this:
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KRISTIN OURADA PUT ON YOUR SUNSCREEEEEN! CANCER!
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