Due to a surplus of vacation days that have to be used by the end of the month, I had off on Thursday and Friday, so I took advantage of the long weekend and my in-laws' empty beach house and took off Thursday morning for a few days down the shore.
It was glorious. I read five books, took a million walks, and ate cheese and crackers for every meal.
The beach was so breezy that I wore my sweatshirt three out of four days, and on Saturday I even traded in my shorts for a pair of capris.
And that's where I went wrong.
Like a total beach novice, I did not put sunscreen on my lower legs, ankles, and feet because I foolishly figured since 80% of them were covered, I'd be fine.
I was not fine.
After I finished my book, I took a little snooze, and when I woke up my lower legs were burning with the heat of a thousand suns.
I could almost see the heat emanating from them.
I am not kidding when I say I think you could've cracked an egg on my shin and fried it.
When I got back to the house I put on a generous application of aloe and some cold compresses, which is a routine I've repeated regularly over the last 24 hours. The pain is decreasing but I still can't really get a shoe on, so that's going to make my fancy work conference tomorrow very interesting.
My sister has a twitter account where she posts songs that correspond to her current situation.
They always make me laugh, so I figured I'd give it a try for my current situation.
Maybe Rod could send me some aloe.