To everything Burn, Burn, Burn…

Posted by: writtenpurpose451 on: June 26, 2009

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Oh.
My.
God.

So, Wednesday morning I woke up excited for the day to come. As soon as I was dressed, I would be running over to my boyfriend’s house and then to the Illinois State Beach. I. Could. Not. Wait.
Nick and I went with his mom and as soon as we got there I knew I’d have mixed feelings about the day. Though I was wearing flip flops. the sand still managed to get beneath my feet and rawr its ugly rawr. It was HOT!! Poor nick didn’t bring anything, so he had a hell of a time dancing across the white, uneven land to where the sanctuary of our towels lie.
Then came the swim. Thoughtfully bringing my flippy floppies to cross the terrible trench of rocks and whatnot, I waded into the FREEZING water. Sandy dunked first, followed by myself, and then, bringing up the rear in his adorable fashion was Nick.
All seemed well. We swam, we talked, we floated and treaded and laughed. The we sunned. We lay out and discussed the crazy drama of one couple near us. The guy threw sand in the girls face and threated to choke her…We were all interested to see how that played out, hopefully for the best. Then we swam again, and the wading was once again a hilarious feat for all of us. The water was sooo cold!
Soon after we sunned. Again. And here is where the fateful mistake was made. Sandy realized she needed to run to the store to buy some things. She offered to take us with, and in retrospect, had I known the way this day would play out I would have been racing her to the car. But no, Nick and I were intoxicated by the lovely feeling of the sun, finally showering us with its warm, decieving rays after such a long and difficult winter. We decided to stay behind. She’d only be a half an hour.

Half an hour turned to an hour. And after flipping many times, we finally began to feel a little uncomfortable in the sun and decided to call it quits. The sand was even hotter than before, and it was truly an amazing sight watching Nick dance his way across thw sand once again. When we finally made it to the cool safety of soil and grass, we waited for Nick’s mom to come reteive us from our picnic bench…And all was still well.
It was still well when we got back to the house. It was well as we hung out, and as I made my eventual way to work. But as time passed, my shirt rubbing against the skin I’d soaked up all those rays with, I began to feel uncomfortable. Then it started to hurt…then…

Nausea. Tears. Dizziness. It was almost closing time when I leaned over the sick at my work and vomited all the coffee and pepsi I’d consumed the evening. I could see straight. I’d taken off my bra hours ago because anything so much as looking at my now cherry-red skin was torture.

I went home that night and lathered myself in Aloe. It helped some, but not much. I was waking up every few hours, gooey, hurting, and stiff. Everything hurt. I was covered in this monsterous burn. I made it through the night and managed to drive myself to Nick’s house once again in the morning to continue the Aloe process. It helped the more we did it, and cold showers, and cabin fever were aids as well.

Now I’m still trying to get some of this pain to leave before work tonight. All I know is, I better not ever burn like this again. I think I would just die.