Tales of a Human Lobster

Once upon a time I went swimming.

It was fun.

The next day was not fun.

If you can't tell, that is one killer sunburn.

Or the day after. or the day after that.

Now hear me out. I usually allow myself one good sunburn at the beginning of summer just to get my tan going, then I am careful for the rest of the summer. So far in my life that has worked for me. Until now. This sunburn is so bad that it even blistered on top of my shoulder. That has never happened before. Do you know the excruciating pain of having your bra straps rub a second-degree burn all day? I do. It's painful. Very painful. So painful, in fact, that I want to scream every time I move.

Not fun.

It reminds me of the time that I went to Florida, and like a fool thought that as long as I rotated my body often enough I wouldn't get too sunburned. Wrong.

As John Wayne would say "Life is hard. It's harder if you're stupid." I was stupid. I looked like a sun-dried tomato. And it hurt to even wear a shirt. That made for the most uncomfortable plane ride ever.

Moral of the story: wear sunscreen. Being sunburned is possibly the least fun thing ever.