Summer Blues (or Reds, to be more specific)
Sun Burns must be Satan's favorite ailments.
You go outside to have a nice swim in the pool--you bring your boom box and turn on the radio. You dry off leisurely in the sun, which feels so warm and comforting on your back. Then, 3 hours later, your shoulder is red and radiating more heat that a 100W light bulb...
Now you might say something like, "For shame, Steven. If only you had listened to your mother and put on sun screen 30 minutes prior to going out!"
BUT I DID!!!
And that is the worst of it. I put it all over my body, but for a fundamentally unreachable swath of skin on my shoulder blade that, before two days ago was bright red against the nice, healthy, skin-cancer free white of my back.
But it doesn't end there. Oh no. I had to go and try to fix things.
So what do I do? I put sun screen on my red patch and head outside. I time my progress, even, but when I go in for a break, there is no change. Little do I know that the affliction does not show its presence until hours after the damage is done. So I go out again. I spend some time in the pool, and with a book. I really do enjoy myself. Until I go inside to see my back in the mirror.
Instead of a red shape on my back, I now have a deep, inhumanly red back with the bold, white outline of my previous tan. Not to mention several other white spots where I was careless with the sunscreen.
This is all leading up to my swim party on Saturday which I will probably have to spend with my shirt on so as not to be thwarted by the Ultraviolet rays of Satan again.
Woe is me.
You go outside to have a nice swim in the pool--you bring your boom box and turn on the radio. You dry off leisurely in the sun, which feels so warm and comforting on your back. Then, 3 hours later, your shoulder is red and radiating more heat that a 100W light bulb...
Now you might say something like, "For shame, Steven. If only you had listened to your mother and put on sun screen 30 minutes prior to going out!"
BUT I DID!!!
And that is the worst of it. I put it all over my body, but for a fundamentally unreachable swath of skin on my shoulder blade that, before two days ago was bright red against the nice, healthy, skin-cancer free white of my back.
But it doesn't end there. Oh no. I had to go and try to fix things.
So what do I do? I put sun screen on my red patch and head outside. I time my progress, even, but when I go in for a break, there is no change. Little do I know that the affliction does not show its presence until hours after the damage is done. So I go out again. I spend some time in the pool, and with a book. I really do enjoy myself. Until I go inside to see my back in the mirror.
Instead of a red shape on my back, I now have a deep, inhumanly red back with the bold, white outline of my previous tan. Not to mention several other white spots where I was careless with the sunscreen.
This is all leading up to my swim party on Saturday which I will probably have to spend with my shirt on so as not to be thwarted by the Ultraviolet rays of Satan again.
Woe is me.
posted by tidalplateau at 5:30 PM
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