[pointless aside]Every time I see your user name, Dock Boggs starts singing in my head:
Got no use for this red rocking chair
I ain’t got no honey sugar now.
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I’m doing a maintenance dose of tetracycline, and was duly warned by my doc about the increased sun sensitivity issues. I’ve been vigilant about wearing sunscreen, which I normally wouldn’t bother with unless going to the lake or planning to be outside all day for an event, but no sense inviting trouble, right?
My vigilance didn’t extend far enough, apparently. I work in a factory, start early enough that it’s not even light out yet, and wear multiple layers of protective clothing, how could I possibly get burned on a workday? Going outside for ten minutes to smoke on my two break periods and walking to the parking lot, apparently. Only my head was exposed, so my face, ears and neck are all angrily-red, not in the gonna peel any moment way, I just look like I’m having some sort of blood pressure incident or something.
mburnquist??? 
hahahahahahahaha
No, seriously…ouch :mad:
Keep up with the solarcaine and please learn from your experience. 
I think I felt myself physically cringe. Not because I was grossed out, but I think my brain unconsciously recalled my one sun poisoning episode. Ow ow ow. Hope you recover soon. 
Really bad sunburn is terrible pain.
My sympathies. I got one on my face while skiing when I was 16 that necessitated a tetanus shot; almost had to fist-fight the nurse over it, as she’d apparently never been confronted with a lefty. “No dammit, I’m not kidding; the RIGHT arm, RIGHT!”
You can still see tiny scars around my mouth in really strong lighting. But since then, I don’t so much as look out the window without sunscreen!
NFL Hall of Fame induction ceremony, the year Jim Kelly went in. I was in the photography pit, taking pictures of the stage and each inductee posing with his bust. It was a cloudless 90 degree August day, and I was wearing a tank top. We were standing on a bunch of white plastic. I got 30-block sunscreen before I went, a nice roll-on stick kind. Apparently, I didn’t roll it on thoroughly enough, and missed spots on my shoulders and upper arms.
It was a good thing that I didn’t start school until the end of the month, because I blistered so badly on those streaks and chunks that I could barely wear a shirt, and could not wear a bra, for two and a half weeks.
Some years back, my SIL and her husband, who was in the Navy, got transferred to Guam. Papa Tiger was living there, and he warned them about sunburn – Guam is only a few degrees off the equator, after all. They ignored him and went out touring the island all day.
When BIL ended up in the hospital with his sunburn, he got an Article 15 for it. And a new respect for the tropical sun.
I get a bad sunburn at least once a year, it’s always my fault for not reapplying sunscreen. I always like “Nah, I’ll be fine! I was just being a baby with that last sunburn, it couldn’t have possibly hurt that much!”
And it does.
It always happens in Glen Arbor. It’s my favorite place in the world and I love all the beaches my aunt takes me to. The worst sunburn was 3 summers ago…Along with the usual discomfort, warmth, and peeling, it turned into sun poisoning. It itched so bad! As soon as you stopped scratching, the itchiness came back…I barely slept for 3 days until my aunt gave me some sleeping pills. I was so cranky and at my wits end.
Hopefully I’ll learn this summer. 
Having grown up in South Florida, I learned pretty early on that suncreen is a good thing, so I’ve never gotten a sunburn that bad. The last bad sunburn I got was a few years back when I’d gotten my first bikini, and it was mostly an issue of being a little uncomfortable and overheated for a few days. Of course, this isn’t the story I’m going to tell.
Back in high school, I had gotten into the renfaire scene as a volunteer. Having some experience with the sun, I put on sunscreen. Not realizing that SPF 30 would not last an entire 9 hour day and that I’d need to sunscreen my feet too*, I then had “wenchly” tan lines on my shoulders and chest that didn’t go away for about six months and near-permanent feet tan lines from my sandals. I learned pretty quickly that reapplying, staying in the shade, wearing a big floppy hat and investing in a paper parasol were all good measures toward not getting burned the next weekend.
Then again, I never seemed to be able to get my feet to tan without sandal lines. I now have “whale tail” type tan lines on my feet that don’t seem to want to even out, even though I walk around barefoot just as often as with sandals.
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::sniff:: I miss Iceland. It’s the only place I’ve ever visited where I turned from South Floridian Tan to Pasty White Person within a week during the summer.