When my friends would "lay out" in the sun to get a tan, I never joined them. I knew better. I wanted a tan, but it wasn't going to happen. My skin can be super white or it can be red. It doesn't do tan unless it's tan-from-a-can.
Once, in high school I really wanted a tan. My brother had recently had reconstructive surgery on his face after putting it through a windshield, and as part of his healing he used a sun lamp. (This was a while before tanning beds were invented,) I thought the instructions were one foot away for three minutes. Turns out it was three feet away for one minute. I had to go see the good Dr. Shoenher for that one. I got some cream, antibiotics and a lecture.
Once on a vaca at the beach, I learned that waterproof sunscreen doesn't really stay put while boogy boarding. I had a heck of a sunburn in time to drive 12 hours home. Fun. I really learned my lesson that time.
But a few years of apartment and condo living left me salivating for vegetable garden planting day for a long, long time. Sunday was the day.
I started out with sun screen on my face and arms and sleeves in the morning. But, dang it was hot. I was having so much fun! I was talking to the plants, admiring the soil that had been lovingly built up with compost, shredded leaves and sweat, and just enjoying the wonder and priviledge of planting. I really didn't think about it when I changed my shirt for a tank top. Before I knew it, it was 4:00 p.m.
That was two days ago. I can't even give myself sympathy, let alone expect any from anyone else. It's not as if I didn't know that I can't be in the sun without protection. South Carolina sun is much more wicked than Wisconsin sun. And I am taking some medication that says something about being careful about being in the sun. I sometimes behave like an idiot.
I thought yesterday would be the worst day, but I was wrong. Today has been anything but funny. Think being massaged with a hot metal brush. Now think of pouring some alcohol on that. It feels sort of like that. Nausea and headache are adding to the interest.
I've been very thirsty and have drunk twice as much water in the past couple of days as my usual eight or nine glasses. I'm keeping ice packs on my back whenever I can. They melt quickly.
My daughter and siblings have rather olive skin. But my skin goes with my Scots name. My son has my see through skin, but he has blue eyes to go with it. He's also had skin cancer. I don't suspect I'll get skin cancer since I'm fairly sure I'll have no skin left on my back by the time this is over.
So yeah, I know this is my fault. I knew better. But if you could feel sorry for me - or even pretend to - I'd appreciate it a lot. I'm sure this is the worst sunburn in the history of sumburns.