Doctor, Heal Thyself.

[porphyrin]

Subtitled: For thou art indeed crunchy-- where's the ketchup?

Managed to *roast* myself at Lake Phalen with Elle the other day. Wednesday, as a matter of fact. The sun was so warm, and it was so *nice* out, and the mosquitos were nowhere in evidence...

...and I fell asleep and slept for 2.5 hours.

Went to work that night and essentially couldn't walk, couldn't sit, couldn't function-- by Thursday I had blisters popping up all over the place, and the burn was making me sleepy (yes, that's right, sleepy-tired), so I didn't get anything done that I'd wanted to get done.

So I called in sick to work, which is a lot more complex than might be believed, and took one pager, two phones and six (6) calls to various people, and an hour and a half of my time. Then I went to the urgent care (and wasn't sitting in the car just a joy, with the backs of my thighs all blistered up).

Now, normally, if you go to an urgent care or an emergency room with a sunburn, people will go 'pfffft, suck it up, you dork'. I'm not sure if it was my being able to quantify the nature and percent body surface area of the burn (google for percent BSA and rule of nines), or the mention that I'd tried to work the night before and ended up barely being able to walk to my car. (It didn't help that the triage dorks kept sending patients to Team Center C **after it was supposed to close down at the end of my shift at 3 am**...)

Regardless, the internist was really nice, and he gave me Vioxx, Vicoden, and triamcinolone cream (yes, a heavy duty steroid) for the blisters.

And may I say that I felt like a wounded prey animal separated from its herd when I was limping to my car at 4 AM Thursday morning? Even with security striding impatiently ahead of me, there were WAY too many people out and about. I've always envisioned the downtown as dark and friendless, but never as 'dark and friendless with hostile eyes in the shadows watching me'.

It's the first time I've ever felt that this city actively hated me. :(

Comments

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Our city doesn't hate you, darlin'. Your body's just pissed off right now. I had the sleepy-from-sunburn thing after Mark's graduation. My burn blistered two separate times and peeled in five separate layers. My parents' new rocking chairs were (for unfathomable reasons) called Star Trek Mauve, and that's what color I was. Short version is: I feel your pain. Do you want my aloe spray when you're somewhat healed?

[shadowhwk.livejournal.com]

Gah. That's all I have to say. Gah. Hope you feel better soon, m'dear.

(Necklaces are being worked up. I'll post pictures.)

[merriehaskell.livejournal.com]

Ouch. Ouchie. Ow.

I had a deeply bad burn (the blisters and the layers and the layers) once in four-inch strips on my shoulders, right where my bra straps went. Small amount of skin, but bad placement. I felt like I should have been allowed to take a week off work just because I couldn't bear the pain of a shirt (let alone bra straps) pressing into me. And that was 4 inches. I can't even imagine... Oh, ow.

(sympathies)

[rsgarcia.livejournal.com]

You poor thing. I hope you feel better now.

{{{HUGS}}}